Tch Voyager Novels & Stories

"How dare you step into this house with that child?" he said, his eyes cold. "You've disgraced me." ‎She gave him four years. ‎Four years of loyalty. Four years believing a marriage built on paper could turn into love. She trusted him with everything... her heart, her future, her reputation. She believed in him when no one else did. ‎ ‎He repaid her with lies, one accusation, one carefully orchestrated betrayal, and just like that, she was erased, branded a traitor and left with nothing. ‎They thought she'd disappear quietly, they were wrong. ‎ ‎She's not broken, she's awakened, and when she comes back, it won't be with tears or pleas for forgiveness. ‎It will be to reclaim every single thing they tried to bury her with. ‎He wanted her gone. ‎Now he's going to wish he'd never let her go. ‎

Leslie loved Austin Cox for three years only to end up finding out that their marriage was a sham. She was his wife in name while his legal wife remained someone else. Three years of proving love was enough to her grandfather until the truth slapped her in the face. She agreed to marry the man her grandfather chose for her. He was the same man she rejected three years ago. She expected a transaction to satisfy an old man's wishes. But Mikhail Volkov had other plans in mind. She is his, body and soul. She ran away from him once, not again. He will keep her under any cost.

Violette Snow, my older sister, and I have been chosen to complete missions for the Conquest System. Violette chose to make the gentle-looking fox her conquest target, while I chose the cold yet devoted bird. However, the fox turned out to be a huge flirt who didn't care about Violette at all. He spent all his time fooling around with others and even shared her with his buddies. She failed her mission and was at risk of having her soul wiped from existence. Meanwhile, the bird I chose ended up being the King of the Phoenix clan. After I managed to win him over, he doted on me. And once I gave birth to a few phoenix eggs, he made me his queen. Violette went mad with jealousy. Before the system erased her, she stabbed me to death first. My eyes open again. I've gone back in time to the day we chose our conquest targets. This time, Violette beats me to it and chooses the bird. I simply chuckle. Since she's so eager to be offered up as a blood sacrifice, as her younger sister, it's only right for me to let her have her way.

One of them wants her dead; the other wants her alive. Whichever it is, the end is pretty certain to the woman who dies a pauper and is reborn as a powerful bride. Damnation. In flames of passion. ~~~ Quinn Parker meets an unfortunate end when she crosses paths with the terror of her city, mafia kingpin, hybrid charmer, Luciano Draven, and dangerous sparks fly between them. But after a deadly deal with his twice as charming twin, Adrien Draven, in the supernatural realm between life and death, a second chance is given to her. At a lethal, deadly cost that could upend her life again. What happens when she's caught in a web of lust, intense, crippling passion and betrayals between two brothers sworn to enmity and hatred? Does she take the path of life or death? Ready yourselves, hell is comin’.

Anya is a twenty three year old woman who was pushed into an arranged marriage when she was fresh out of college. Being an Indian, all that her parents wanted for their daughter was her to be happily married and fall in love with a man that they had chosen for her. Anya thought her parents knew what was best her as they have all through these years and gets married. Little did she know that fate had other plans. Tumultous events leave her no choice but to flee to another country where she lives a happy life until she meets Ronan. Ronan looks exactly like her ex husband and she's faced with a difficult situation when she comes to know that he is infact her boss.The story then narrates what happens between them and whether Anya is able to forget her traumatic past. Will she fall in love again? Do two people who look the same are also the same in character? Will Anya be able to overcome her fears and open her heart to another man?Do read to find out.

After checking my final exam results, I hand the bottle of water given by my mother and the amethyst bracelet given by my childhood friend to the school bully with AIDS. In my previous life, my exam score of 1250 was swapped with the score of 600 of my younger adopted sister, Adelia Quentin, right after I drank that bottle of water. My health immediately deteriorated in the following days. I had a high fever and kept on coughing up blood. I was even nearly bedridden from severe pain. On the other hand, Adelia miraculously recovered from her stomach cancer. I begged my mother to send me to the hospital. But not only did she refuse, but she even mocked me and accused me of faking my illness. She then locked me in the basement. They celebrated Adelia's enrollment in university while I writhed helplessly in pain. In the end, I died in the basement all alone. After my death, Adelia used my exam score of 1250 to study at a renowned university. She also officially started her relationship with Thomas Haynes, my childhood friend. It was only then that I finally realized that the bottle of water my mother handed me had been cursed. My exam results would be swapped away when I drank it. Meanwhile, the amethyst bracelet Thomas gifted me would swap my health condition with Adelia's three days after I wore it. I'd get Adelia's stomach cancer and die a painful death. Just as I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day I checked my exam results.

A group of high school girls was in the middle of doing their sacrificial rite to their make belief goddess when Audrey barged right into the scene and freed their 'sacrificado'. The ritual-gone-bad incident eventually led the girl to fall to her early demise. But to her utter surprise, when she opened her eyes again, she found herself transcending into a different world. Eventually, her complicated fate forced her to cross-dress and live with five young men under the same roof. But would she be able to hide her identity until the end?

After discovering her true identity as a witch, Mira's life takes a drastic turn, leading to her being isolated from her pack and living a miserable life. On her 18th birthday, she hopes to find comfort in her mate, but instead, she's met with rejection and animosity from the cruel Alpha King of the Mystic Shadow Pack. Mira's heartbreak only intensifies after her family is killed by a rival pack, leaving her with an intense desire for revenge. In her pursuit of justice, Mira must decide whether to use her powers for vengeance or seek assistance to correct the wrongs done to her. Will Mira find the strength to fight back against those who have wronged her, or will she succumb to her pain and despair?

Julia was a human girl living alone in the woods when she stumbled upon an injured man, or so she thought. She brought this man into her home and treated and fed him not knowing that this man was not a human and was imprisoned away for a reason. Ezekiel is a monster, a beast. He who lives for bloodthirst and war. He has never loved and never will but as days and months pass by, he starts to become more tamed, less agile. The human girl does not know that she had freed something that should never be freed. How will Julia react when she discovers his real identity? How will Ezekiel handle if the human girl he's mated to discovers what a monster he is?

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.