Superman Got Nothing Novels & Stories

"You're soaking wet for me," He murmured, his warm breath dancing across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His thumb traced a gentle path along my jaw, his touch igniting a spark within me. His eyes gleamed with a raw hunger, their intensity making my heart skip a beat. I felt a flutter in my chest, despite the warning bells ringing in my mind. "Say it" he whispered, his lips inches from mine. 'Say you want me, Maya.' I hated him. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. He had hurt me before, and I shouldn't be giving him the power to hurt me again. But I couldn't deny that I still had some feelings for him. After all, I had loved him before I even knew what love meant. I was certain he'd hurt me again. This time, I wasn't sure I'd ever recover from it. I closed my eyes and whispered the words that would certainly lead to my doom " I want you" . . . After being humiliated and abandoned by her in-laws, Maya found herself working as a stripper to make ends meet for herself and her baby. A few years later, she came back determined to exert revenge on all those who wronged her. But she was faced with some conflicted emotions. How would she deal with this? Will she let go of her grudges and forgive the people who hurt her? Or will she make them pay at all costs?

Five years ago, Juliette Rowe stood alone at the altar, her dreams shattered as Damon Thorne, the ruthless billionaire she loved, vanished without a trace. Left heartbroken and pregnant, Juliette rebuilt her life in the shadows, raising their son with no word from the man who abandoned them. But fate has a cruel sense of timing. When a news report reveals that Damon has survived a near-fatal car crash and lost all memory of his past Juliette is thrust back into a world she swore to leave behind. To make matters worse, Damon is now engaged to a woman he doesn’t truly love and surrounded by a family determined to erase Juliette from his life forever. Haunted by dreams he can’t explain, Damon is drawn to Juliette — a woman his heart remembers even if his mind does not. But as old secrets surface and a dangerous truth behind his accident is uncovered, Juliette must make an impossible choice: Expose the past and risk everything… or protect her son from a lies-filled future. Love may be lost in memory, but never in the heart. Some memories fade but not true.

He thought that leaving her was the best thing—he doesn't need her when she's "barren," and his family put their foot down that his real love, her stunning stepsister, was preferable. He thought the lies, sided with the wrong woman, and lost his wife over it… unaware she was pregnant with not one, but three babies. Five years later, she returns—not the broken wife he abandoned, but the powerful heiress to her grandfather's fortune. No longer the one who begged for his affection. Now, she's the one in charge in the corporate world, the one he must negotiate with at every turn. And she hasn't forgotten. But then what does the billionaire who had broken her heart previously do when he discovers about her deepest secret—the triplets with his blood?

“Uhumm, can I remove my arms around you now?” suddenly the man who prevented her from falling stated in a mocking tone. Atty. Ninia Salamera’s face grew red with embarrassment. “Oh my, of course, thank you, Sir.” She immediately made herself stand firmly. “Be careful next time; do not use your phone while walking.” He then turned his back and walked in the direction of the CEO’s office. Atty. Ninia was not able to say a word. His face is familiar. “Oh my God!” the woman covers her mouth with her left hand, she knows the man; he was the one who beat her in the recent bar exam. He topped the bar and she only placed second! “What are you doing here Atty. Wilgreg Monaro”, she whispered.

Blurb   Amelia Hayes spent her life being invisible—overlooked by her family and trapped in the shadows of her insecurities. Forced into an arranged marriage with Maxwell Cole, a ruthless billionaire twice her age, she never imagined her life could get darker. Betrayed, abandoned, and pregnant, Amelia’s world shatters when a tragic accident erases her memories.   Five years later, Amelia is no longer the timid girl she once was. Now a thriving artist with a young son, she’s pieced together a new life—until a chance encounter with Maxwell threatens to unravel everything. Haunted by the past he never let go of, Maxwell is determined to reclaim the woman he wronged. But Amelia’s memory isn’t the only obstacle standing between them.   In a world of manipulation, betrayal, and revenge, the truth begins to surface: a web of lies spun by the people she trusted most. As secrets unfold and loyalties are tested, Amelia must confront the man she once loved—and the dark forces conspiring to tear them apart.   Can love survive when the past refuses to let go? Or will Amelia’s second chance at happiness be destroyed before it even begins?  

I came home early and found my husband buried deep inside my best friend. I threw a wine bottle at his head, and walked out of the door. That night I ended up in a bar I'd never been to, and somehow in the arms of the most dangerously beautiful stranger I'd ever seen. No name, no numbers, just one night that I told myself it meant nothing. Six weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I didn't know if the baby belonged to my soon-to-be ex husband or the stranger whose name I never got. So I did the only thing that made sense, I ran and built a life in London from scratch and raised my son alone for six years. It was okay, until my estranged father died and left me his entire billion-dollar empire with one condition. I had to marry his protege. Zake Langston. The most powerful man in New York. The man who looked at me across that law firm like he already knew exactly who I was, because he did. He was the stranger from the bar. Now my ex wants my son. My dead father's enemies want my company and the man I'm forced to call my husband is looking at me like the night we shared six years ago was never finished. Maybe it wasn't.

"Desmond." My voice cracked. "What are you?" His eyes flashed gold in the darkness. "Something you should've stayed away from.” But I couldn't stay away. Not when every cell in my body screamed that he was mine. Five years ago, my step-brother disappeared from my life without explanation. Now Desmond's back, using a different last name and pretending we're strangers. But the way he watches me says otherwise. The way his hands shake when I get too close. The way his eyes turn gold when he thinks I'm not looking. He warns me to stay away. Says there are things about our past I'm better off not knowing. But I found the photo, the one showing us as kids, completely in love, and I can't remember any of it. Six months of my life, erased. When I push for answers, people start following me. Desmond gets violent and protective. And the boy who broke my heart by leaving is suddenly everywhere, fighting invisible threats I don't understand. He's hiding something that could ruin us both. But I'm done running from a past I can't remember. Even if the truth destroys me.

I found out I was pregnant at the same time as my mafia husband’s childhood sweetheart Rosa. To protect her baby from being aborted by her parents, my husband claimed her baby as his own. As for mine? He coxed me, saying he will claim only after her baby was born. I confronted him, demanding to know why he would do this to me. His response was cold and unwavering: “Claiming her baby as mine was the only way to protect them both. I won’t let anything happen to her or the child.” In that moment, as I looked at the man I had loved for ten years, I realized my love for him had died. Not long after, my family condemned me, calling me a slut for having a child without a father and pressured me into getting an abortion. Meanwhile, my husband was in another city, with his sweetheart, helping her through her pregnancy. By the time he returned, I was already gone.

"Y-you slapped me…" The words come out broken as the pain and disbelief set in. Deric actually hit me. The man who went against the whole world to defend me just slapped me, right in front of everyone. "I thank the heavens that I don’t remember a vicious woman like you!" He sneers. •°•°•°•°•° An accident turned Arella’s life upside down. After two years in a coma, she wakes up to find her husband with another woman and the life she knew completely changed. In her darkest moment, Arella meets Lincoln, a powerful billionaire whose touch awakens her in ways she never expected. One night of raw passion stirs desires neither can ignore, leaving Arella torn between the past she lost and the future he offers. As her past and future collide, Arella must decide: hold on to what’s lost or take a chance on a new life and love. But when her past comes rushing back, will she make the right choice?

Liana Elizabeth Rose of the prestigious Rose family woke gasping—remembering everything. At first, she thought it was a dream. Or a hallucination. Maybe heaven, maybe hell, or wherever people go when life has been cruel enough to steal their breath. But the room was the same. The curtains were the same. The smooth, unscarred skin she touched was the same. As if the last five years of betrayal and humiliation had never etched themselves into her. Then the panic hit. She remembered. Every. Single. Thing. The cold metal of prison bars. Her husband Adrian’s dead, beautiful eyes accusing her of the accident. The trial. The cousin who framed her. The family who abandoned her. The little brother who no longer remembered her voice. Her death. And the cruelest truth: she wasn’t even from this world. It was a book a stupid novel her roommate had recommended. She died inside a story she didn’t write. And now, she woke up at the moment everything began to crumble. Fine. Sharpen her mind. Feed her ambition. And when the plot tried to drag her back, she’d pull harder. Then there was him—Adrian. From his point of view, the world shifted. Her scent. Her voice. Her existence. Everything about her crawled under his skin, sank into his bloodstream, coiled around his bones. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t want to. He only knew: if she breathed, he wanted it. If she moved, he followed. Obsession wasn’t a symptom—it was his nature. And Liana? She had rewritten herself into the one thing he could never let go of. This time, she wasn’t the victim. She wasn’t a plot device. She was the storm. And Adrian? Learning, too late, that even possession has a price.