Sunflower Bow Novels & Stories

As a man, you never expected that the love of your life would be a man. Together you overcome your fears and take a boat trip. But then things go horribly wrong. What is destiny, and can you change it through time travel?

Being an Alpha’s daughter should be amazing, rewarding even. After all, the werewolf society looks up to, admires, and even loves their reigning Alpha’s. Hierarchy was how the werewolves lived and died, it was what they breathed for. But Samarah Lynxmoon has had no such appreciation as the eldest child from the alpha of Moonriver, Paladin Lynxmoon. When she finally became of age and found her mate, her perfect love story began, or so she thought. After almost a year into their relationship he turned back to Aleah Gray, his high school sweetheart. What he didn’t know, was that the mate who left him behind would alter the very core of what it means to be a successful were without hierarchy. That she would bend the rules to her own favor and change the very nature of being a werewolf, toppling werewolf society in a big way. And her help? A young future alpha to be who is sought after like royalty. Will he regret his actions? Will she ever forgive him for his indiscretion? Will her parents ever acknowledge her as more than a thorn in their side?

Ian Tost was the prince of the notorious underworld. Everyone in Harbor City knew he spoiled me rotten. He even went so far as to hire ninety-nine female bodyguards to keep me from harm. It did not prevent a kidnapping attempt on me. One of those bodyguards, Cece Yates, ended up with nothing more than a scratch. Ian immediately brought in the nation’s top medical specialists to treat her. To comfort her, he even took her to the Maldives for a vacation and gifted her an island. Not long after they returned from their trip, Beatrix Kazinsky, my mother, suddenly suffered a stroke and was hospitalized. Then, Michael Kazinsky, my younger brother, died in an accident during a competition. I burst into the morgue while in tears, only to overhear Ian comforting Cece. “All right now, it was my fault you got hurt last time. I’ve made Mira’s family pay for it. You’ve got too much grace to hold a grudge against her.” With my nails digging into my palms, I finally realized everything that had happened to my family was Ian’s doing. It was all just because his precious bodyguard got hurt because of me! I stumbled out of the hospital with my brother’s death certificate in a daze. On my phone, messages from that person kept coming. It added up to ninety-nine share transfer agreements, along with his promise. [As long as you want me, my arms will always be open for you.]

My son, Scott Gould, suddenly tells me that he has leukemia. Then, he goes on to say that his biggest wish is to see Ivanna Newman in a wedding dress. My husband, Theodore Gould, agrees with Scott. "I'll hold a wedding with Ivanna. Once Scott is done with his treatment, we'll get remarried." I gladly agree to the request and divorce Theodore. Not long after, I learn from Scott's social media that he's attending the wedding of Theodore and his childhood sweetheart, Ivanna. The caption he writes says, "I'm so happy for Dad. I can't help but shed tears for true love." I smile and turn off my phone. Holding the hand of the person next to me, I board a plane to Wismuth.

I've decided to hire Queenie Sullivan, an impoverished student with excellent grades, as my tutor in my studies. However, she asked me whether or not she could bring another student named Timothy Dunn with her to the tutor session. After I turned her request down politely, Timothy left while looking crestfallen. But he got into an accident immediately afterward. Queenie continued to tutor me. Gradually, we started dating, and we got married later on. Life was amazing after our marriage… or so it seemed. Unfortunately, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. On the night when my cancer tormented me to no end, Queenie locked me up at home and watched as I painted the floor with the blood I hacked out. "You owe Timothy this much, Zachary. It's your turn to have a taste of despair." Only then did realization dawn on me. It turned out that Queenie had been hating me all these years. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Queenie has asked me if she can bring Timothy along with her to the tutor session.

TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains violence, explicit words and sex. Some words and scenes might not be liked or can trigger some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. Caia Lilith Herald suffered tormenting abuse in her own father's hand, making her grow up weak and timid. She even had no wolf to begin with. Even her seven-year long fiancé never came to see her once that she started to believe how useless and unloved she was. However, one day, her fiance, Darkus Loiu Dark- the blood-lust alpha feared by everyone, just came to abduct her, saying it's about time he claim what should have been his. "I know you despise me so much that you kept refusing to marry a rogue man like me, Caia. But I won't let any other man have you. I own you. I patiently waited for seven years just to have you. And I think, it's about time I make you completely mine." What?! She refused him?! When did she refuse him? When all these years, she had been waiting for him like a fool, waiting until he came to save her from this misery. But now, it's even her fault?! What's happening?! This book is a sequel of my first book "The Unwanted Luna Goddess". It revolves around the story of Ruan and Kaliyah's son, Prince Darkus Loui Dark.

She was utterly betrayed, used, and cast aside by the person who was supposed to be her mate. So, just a day before their wedding, she made a daring escape. But little did she know, her journey to freedom only led her into the clutches of another horrifying nightmare, one even more terrifying than before. How on earth did she find herself trapped in her new-mate’s possessive embrace? And to make matters worse, she was helplessly falling into a his merciless and alluring trap. What a bewildering twist of fate!

As the college entrance exams approached, I paid the top student in our class to tutor me. But the day she came over, she brought along her childhood sweetheart and insisted that he join our study sessions. I declined her request politely, and she did not press the matter further. The boy left my house in defeat and was struck by a car, suffering injuries so severe that they left him crippled. He could no longer continue his education and was forced to drop out, taking on grueling manual labor to survive. The girl continued tutoring me nonetheless. We both gained admission to the same university, grew close over time, fell in love, got married, and started a family. But on the night of our wedding anniversary, Sharon slipped poison into my soup and watched impassively as I began to convulse and vomit blood, the crimson stain spreading slowly across the floor. "This is what you owe Harry," she said with cold venom. "Taste what it's like to lose all hope." It turned out that she had harbored resentment toward me for all those years. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first came to my house with her friend.

Before my wedding to Sophie Bennett, the impoverished student I've been sponsoring for ten years posts a photo on social media. "Successfully moved into the new apartment. Soph prepared such a big, soft bed for me!" In the photo, Zachary Wells lies sprawled on the wedding bed I bought for Sophie and my new home, taking a smug selfie with his hand waving at the camera. He's even wearing my wedding ring on his ring finger. Zachary also comments on his own post, "Just thinking about how I'm the first man to lie on this bed fills me with overwhelming happiness!" I reply with a question mark under his comment. The next second, Sophie's call comes through. "I'm just letting Zach experience the warmth of home. Why are you being so passive-aggressive?" In the background, I hear Zachary softly trying to calm her down. "Soph, he's not worth getting angry over." Hearing that, Sophie laughs and banters with him, then abruptly hangs up on me. The two of us have been together for ten years, from ages 18 to 28, and we've finally made it to our wedding day. But now, I no longer intend to go through with it.

At the reunion, someone asked when I was getting married. Grinning, I pulled out the invites. "Mid-October. Be there." Cheers broke out. Everyone peeked at the girl next to me. "You've been with Daphne forever, right? Finally making it official?" Daphne hurled her drink at me. "Ethan Everett, is this your idea of pressuring me into marriage?" The room froze. I wiped my face, cool as ever, and opened the invite in front of her. "Maybe check the name. It doesn't say you're the bride."