Tea Cake Tewwg Novels & Stories

Blade is an omega and a promising female warrior in the Greenstone Pack, and a member of a certain group that subdues rogues and revolutionaries. She's also the personal guard of Colleen Greenstone, the eldest daughter of the Alpha and Luna. However, when Colleen was to be sent off to the crazy Alpha King, Blade was ordered to pretend to be the lady she served, and Colleen ran off with her real mate. Blade disguises herself as Colleen out of fear of upsetting the Alpha King, which could lead to the annihilation of her pack. But while on her way to the palace, they were ambushed and taken by unidentified enemies. After she wakes up, Blade doesn't take long to realize that she is now a captive. For a warrior like her, it's just a piece of cake to deal with her kidnappers. Her captor, however, is no ordinary man, but the notorious criminal and famous rogue Alpha Lorcán, her long-time target.

**Warning: Mature scenes ahead.***A woman with military training and outstanding credentials, Rayna Chase was the very definition of a badass chick. She was on the top of her career and the top of her game until she was assigned to babysit and guard an enigmatic CEO in the form of Axel Windstorm. It wouldn't have been a problem—certainly a piece of cake really—if not for the sudden unexplained visions she soon received; visions of a growling creature speaking unintelligible words, of golden diamond eyes and starry, windy skies. Yes, it wouldn't have been a problem too if she wasn't suddenly stalked by an alpha predator with midnight black fur, sharp claws and deadly fangs. And with a scent that teased her nose and muddled her brain. 'All is fair in love and war,' John Lyly, a famous poet said. Unfortunately, for Rayna, she couldn't agree, especially when love and war meant two opposing ancient creatures as powerful and mysterious as the sun and moon. All Rights Reserved J.M. Felic Books 2021 Exclusive only on Goodnovel.

Charlotte's 18th birthday brought a devastating blow to her life. She received a birthday cake, birthday wishes, and her mate's betrayal. In a fit of rage, she stabbed the silver knife into his heart. Her father sentenced her to death, and her mother died trying to save her. While on the run, she encountered her second chance mate -Sebastian Ryan, the Alpha King. She considered him as her life-saving straw, but her devilish father would never let her go easily. ... At first sight of Charlotte, Sebastian was convinced that he would never let such a woman become his Luna Queen. She seemed pitiful, weak, and timid. Compared to his late Luna Queen, his second mate was worlds apart. Not to mention that she was the woman who brought him the curse. He wanted to kill her, but his wolf warned him not to do so.

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.

Andrès was accused of murdering his boss. The boss of the company he and his wife works for. He was shocked by the accusation and betrayal of his wife and best friend but there was nothing he could do to prove his innocence because the CCTV footage in his boss’ office caught him serving his boss the tea that was spiked. He was tired in court and was given a life sentence for the murder of his boss’ death. Eventually, fate was on his side and he got out earlier than he ever imagined. Upon his return, he found out that his wife got married to his best friend. Driven by rage, he began working for a cartel and soon climbed the ladder, becoming the most ruthless Mafia boss. To some people, he is legendary and a ghost lord. With vengeance in his heart, he is out for blood. Go with me on this journey, to know what happens in this twisted triangle… Will ya?

On the night of our third anniversary, Killian missed dinner again. Texted me he was working late at the auto shop. I looked at the $5.90 clearance cake on the table. I'd fought a crowd at the grocery store to buy it. I swallowed the bitter lump in my throat. We need to save for a real house in Brooklyn, I told myself. I put the cake in the fridge. I wrapped my cheap coat tight and walked into the cold to deliver late-night takeout for extra cash. I never expected to run into my "poor" husband at a luxury hotel in Manhattan. He stepped out of a Rolls-Royce in a sharp custom suit, tossing hundred-dollar bills to the valet. A hot woman wearing a priceless pigeon-blood ruby followed behind him, hooking his arm. "Killian, it's snowing so hard. Are you really going back to Brooklyn to play house with your naive little peasant wife?" she whined. Killian looked at the cheap, tarnished silver ring on his finger. A hint of softness crossed his cold eyes. "For three years, she worked five jobs a day to pay off the fake debts I made up. She wouldn't even see a doctor when she was sick." "That's enough. She passed my test. Once I deal with the rat in the family, I'll tell her everything. Give her the glory she deserves as my Donna." The woman bit her lip. "What if she finds out you're a Mafia Don and is just after your money? Why not tell her you have a terminal illness—see if she'll drain her savings to save you. Test her one more time…" Killian stayed quiet for a long time. Finally, he nodded. "One last test. After this, I'm giving her the grandest wedding." The freezing wind howled. I gripped the paper takeout bag. Tears rolled down my face without a sound. I am done with this arrogant, lying love.

Tyra is a seventeen year old orphan surviving alone on the streets of Grimwall. When a wound seals itself on her palm in under a minute she discovers she is something both supernatural worlds declared forbidden. The last hybrid. Half wolf. Half vampire. Troy is a shapeshifting wolf sent by his Alpha to hunt her down before her blood fully awakens. Three months of watching her has made his mission impossible. His wolf already chose her. His heart is following. When a woman with crimson glowing eyes appears in Tyra's dreams warning her that both worlds are coming, the clock starts ticking. The wolves want her eliminated. The vampires want her controlled. And the man bringing her tea every morning is the one sent to end her life. The question is not whether Tyra can survive both worlds coming for her. The question is whether she can survive the truth about the man standing closest to her.

I was in a car accident while saving my brothers. However, instead of gratitude, they urged the doctors to amputate my legs. "Carol, we're sorry," they said through tears. "We're useless… but don't worry. Even if we have to sell our blood or our kidneys, we'll make sure you're taken care of." Right after surgery, they abandoned me in a shabby apartment. Blood seeped through the sheets as they looked at me with teary eyes—then left in a hurry, claiming they needed to earn money for my treatment. I did not want to drag them down anymore. Enduring the pain, I crawled to the rooftop of a tall building, planning to end my life. That's when I saw it—inside a luxury hotel, a grand celebration was taking place. My brothers were there doting on another girl. She was eating an extravagant cake I had never even dreamed of, wearing a designer princess gown worth a fortune, sparkling with jewels. Everyone called her the Smith family's one and only princess. They had even hired a world-class symphony orchestra to play Happy Birthday just for her. While I lay bleeding in a dingy apartment, they would not spend a few dollars on bandages for me. I watched as my eldest brother gently fed her cake, his eyes full of tenderness. "Jasmine, only you deserve to be our one and only little sister." The second brother placed a tiara on her head with care. "Even for the smallest birthday, we won't let you suffer a single moment of disappointment." The third knelt to help her into a pair of crystal shoes. "Jasmine, you're our most precious darling." Then, standing on the stage, Jasmine held up the black credit card they had gifted her and smiled sweetly. "Brothers," she said, "Carol lost her legs saving you. Maybe you should go see how she's doing?" My eldest brother let out a mocking laugh. "She's not worth it. Now that she's crippled, she'll never be able to compete with you again. She got what she deserved."

Nicole Evans never asked to be followed. She never asked for eyes in the dark, for a man like Vane to orbit her life with silence and devotion sharp enough to wound. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. It waits. It watches. It becomes inevitable. What began with missing men and shadows on rooftops soon unraveled into something far more intimate—an assassin who couldn’t let go, and a woman who, piece by piece, stopped trying to make him. As friends vanished and her world narrowed, Nicole found herself drawn toward the very thing she feared most—not out of love, but recognition. In his violence, there was something terrifyingly tender. In his silence, something that listened more closely than anyone else ever had. Theirs is not a love story in any ordinary sense. It’s a descent—a long, slow collapse into dependency, into surrender. A story told in bruises and shared tea, in blood and in stillness. A quiet unraveling that doesn’t end in escape, but in a house by the sea, where memory lingers and echoes never fade. Some stories don’t ask to be understood. Only remembered.

Seven years of marriage. Seven years of building a quiet, loving life with my husband, Harry, centered around our sweet son, Leo. But our fragile world shattered the moment her shadow fell across our doorstep—Harry's captivating first love, Claire, and her son, Jake. She and her son forced Leo to eat an entire sugary cake on his birthday, causing his blood sugar to rise dangerously. I tried to stop them, but the real betrayal came from my husband, who emotionally tortured our son into eating the last sugary bomb, leading him to death. I hadn't recovered from the trauma of watching my son die before my eyes when my husband blew away Leo's ashes before my eyes, the only remains of my son. That was when I decided, not only to divorce him, but to make him pay for his each and every sin.