Tahajjud Prayers Novels & Stories

“I want to divorce you! You’re not worth of being my husband!” Brooklyn had been tired of her husband, Alpha Hale's control. She grow up in a broken family so she cherished her marriage. But enough, she was enough of her crazy husband. Brooklyn suffered a lot and abused by Hale. But it seemed that Hale knew her intention and grab her again and again. He would never let her go until she died! Fortunately, the Moon Goddess heard her prayers and gave Brooklyn a second chance, Alpha Devin. Alpha Devin was looking for his missing wife, he found that Brooklyn’s scent was the same as his wife and they were also MATE! How ridicule was their relationship! Would Alpha Devin help Brooklyn escape from her insane husband and accept her?

Just when Anna thought she had won the heart of her husband and could be called a proper mistress after three years of mating, she was met with an ungodly sight. His business trip had been a lie, and she was going to pay for letting him leave for so many months. He was back with another Luna, and he had filed for a divorce, a basic rejection that she had to uphold. She could have walked away and taken over as the Alpha of the Flaming Moon pack, but he was way ahead, eliminating her and their unborn child silently after she had signed the paperwork. Her last wish was “a second chance for revenge.” The moon goddess hears her prayers and sends her messenger, the million-year demon. Anna is saved, trained to become stronger under his rule, and has taken another name, “Noelle,” with one mission in mind. Jake must go down!

"We shouldn't be doing this" said a broken whisper filled with desire… * Finding a way to escape her tortured family, Rayla thought that her prayers were soon answered as the moon goddess finally paired her with a mate. All seemed pleased except for her stepbrother who has made it his life mission to bully her. She is usually unbothered by him until one night when he came into her room with broken knuckles, causing her to begin to see him in a different light. Her dreamy bubble gets busted however when her mate suddenly rejects her in front of the whole school the following day, with no explanation whatsoever, …And her life takes an even bigger turn when stepbrother claims her in front of the whole school as his mate. Their relationship is forbidden and tagged as an abomination. And he knows this, but he just doesn’t care!

After mating to the prince, I was brutally killed by my jealous friend during pregnancy! Luckily I was reborn and the ugly scars on my face were gone. My husband, who never cared about me, suddenly came to my door. How dare he let my son call him Daddy？ —— “Wake up,” I willed myself desperately, to my sunken and sallow body. “You can’t die. If you die, the baby will die.” Moon Goddess, are you here to answer my prayers? Yes, child. But there is a reason I am here to grant you life again; your bloodline is too significant and rare to expunge. This is why you paired Prince Aldrich and I, I muttered, realization surfacing. You are just as important as him, even more so. My body thirsted for water, for food and a bath and sunlight. But mostly, it thirsted for revenge at that moment. I must return, was all I said.

Lana Wilcott was in the fight of her life—a fight for her future as a werewolf. For as long as she could remember, she had been taught that finding a mate before her 22nd birthday was the most important thing she could do. However, as that fateful day approached, Lana was left alone and labeled an unfortunate. The label was a heavy burden, and Lana was determined to prove it wrong. She threw herself into her training, determined to become the strongest and most skilled werewolf she could be. But it seemed like nothing could break the chains of being unfortunate. That was, until one fateful night when Lana was out for a run in the forest. Something caught her eye—something unexpected, something that could change her life forever. What had Lana stumbled upon? Will it be the answer to her prayers, or will it lead to even more heartache? One thing is for sure Lana's future as a werewolf hangs in the balance.

Tonight is the night; the night Elsa gives an heir to Blackwood pack. The strongest of all packs and in line to hold the Lycan king title.  She had waited for this day, offered prayers and sacrifices to the moon goddess to bless her and her husband, Alpha Riguel with a son. What happened, during her labour; she had called her loving husband, only to hear the bedroom sound of him and her step sister. Elsa couldn't believe her ears. Riguel only needed her to breed pups for him and divorce her later. He never loved her from the beginning and to crown it all, her step sister was her rivalry.  Now, instead of one son, she birthed three identical sons, which automatically makes Riguel the next Lycan king.  But, after finding out the truth. Will Elsa confront the Alpha. Will she forgive him and present his sons to him or will redemption get in the way. FIND OUT! 

Calista Harmony had it all—beauty, magic, authority, and wealth. Yet with just a single wish, her crown fell, together with everything that she possessed for being the successor of the throne. No more jail dressed like castle. She's no longer married to a jerk dressed as prince. No more formidable control, and pretension, and life that is not for her to decide. Waking up in a completely different world, it seems like her prayers were answered by the heavens, bestowed on her the life she never had. She's free! But . . . what is this parching breeze enveloping her body as her gaze scans this foul-smelling, stingy place? She took her time to absorb what's happening, and it didn't last long. "I'm in a stable . . . " she murmured, looking at the horses lined in rows, left and right. "No way!" Her voice sounded like a loud thunder after minutes of blinking and convincing herself that these are nothing but a joke. The feet. The fur. The tail. "I ran away from being a princess just to be a . . . horse?"

The Devil You Called Grimace. Hunger. Love like a curse. They say some doors open only once. She opened hers with three red candles, a drop of blood, and a whisper. Lonely nights, overdue rent, and a heart too heavy to carry — that’s all it took to call him through. Malik. The man made of smoke, shadow, and everything her prayers forgot to protect her from. He came smiling, with promises sweet as sin — protection, money, revenge. Every favor he gave her tasted like salvation until she realized he was feeding on her, one piece at a time. A memory here. A dream there. Her laughter swallowed whole. Now he’s the warmth in her sheets and the whisper in her nightmares. The devil she named, the lover she can’t unmake. Because Malik wasn’t summoned. He was chosen. And love — the kind that burns red under candlelight — always demands a body to keep it alive.

I suspected my husband was a detached ascetic. Every night, he'd skip to the backyard, muttering prayers under the stars instead of sharing our bed. When I slipped into something slinky, he'd frown and clutch his prayer beads like a lifeline. Now I was done with the cold shoulder, slapping a divorce agreement in his hands. That was when his thoughts started leaking into my head. "She touched me. Her hands are like silk. I'm dying to kiss her. When is she gonna be okay with me being a snake? I just want to cuddle her." "A snake?" I thought. "Does that mean he's packing two things? I have to find out." I leered at his chiseled frame, practically drooling. Before divorcing, I needed to test his things and my limits. I tripped purposefully and fell onto his toned pecs, ready to test the waters. "Whoops!" I gasped, setting the stage.

A witch alone in a cursed house should know better than to answer voices in the dark. Hidden deep within the Blackwood forest, Eleanor lives behind ancient wards with her feared husband—a dangerously powerful man whispered about in frightened prayers and old legends. Though ruthless to the world, he has only ever been gentle with her. Before leaving on one of his mysterious journeys, he gives her a single warning: Do not open the door after sundown. But when Eleanor hears her dead mother crying outside in the storm, she breaks the wards protecting their home—and invites something ancient inside. Now the house groans with restless spirits, shadows move without light, and something inhuman stalks the halls at night whispering her name. As the darkness tightens around her throat, Eleanor realizes the creatures hunting her are not the most terrifying thing in Blackwood. Because her husband is coming home. And the man who would burn kingdoms for his wife has discovered something touched what belongs to him.