Thank You For Reading Novels & Stories

"You will serve me," said the Crown Prince. Bella shook her head in denial. "You will be my Crown Princess!" He carried her in his arms and took her into his bed. He was determined to never let his beautiful Bella go. Not even life after death, he will come looking for her. That he promise, for she was his only love. ....Ten years ago, Bella Li woke up and everyone was gone. Her mother, her father, and her whole Phoenix's clan have disappear. On her own she struggle to survive. Being voiceless, weak, and meek, she was force to be the maid of Crown Prince Wallace Zhang. The Crown Prince hated her. For she brought shame to him. Bella have bruises all over her face, and being a mute, he despise her. He bullies her, whips her, and frames her to leave the palace. Through the hardship and struggle, she grew up to be a beautiful woman. Every men chases her, and every women admires her. The Crown Prince who saw her years later have fallen madly in love with her. Believing that she is his true love, he uses ever trick in the book to make her his.

Be my girlfriend." That's what Landon Cross said when he cornered me in the practice room. The quarterback. The enemy. The most beautiful man I've ever hated. He handed me a contract. Fifteen thousand dollars. Six months of pretending. My brother's heart surgery costs eighteen thousand. I have forty-seven dollars. I signed. No touching. No feelings. No telling anyone it's fake. We broke every rule within two weeks. Then his father found out. Gave him an ultimatum. My reputation or his future. He called me a gold digger in front of the whole school. Two years later, I'm a professional cellist. I'm fine. I'm lying. He showed up at my brother's graduation with the truth and a single piece of duct tape from my old cello case. "I never stopped," he said. Now I have to decide: forgive the unforgivable, or walk away forever.

My husband tells me he's a wanted fugitive. He doesn't want to drag me down with him, so he turns himself in and tells me to marry another. My heart aches for him. I scrimp and save to raise our son while waiting for him to be released from prison. It's only when my hair has gone gray that I learn the truth—I see him holding his true love's hand as they go shopping. They buy luxury products like they cost nothing. Only then do I understand that he pretended to be thrown behind bars to be rid of me and our son. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my husband pretended to be a fugitive. I immediately call the police and give them the evidence of his crimes. He likes acting like a fugitive, doesn't he? He can spend the rest of his life behind bars, then.

My boyfriend came from a wealthy family. We had been together for seven years, yet he had never given me a single gift. When he proposed, he even asked for the diamond ring back so he could return it for a refund. Later, when we were about to register our marriage, he complained that the paperwork fee was too expensive and said it wasn’t necessary. However, not long after that, he registered his marriage with his childhood sweetheart instead. He even booked the most luxurious hotel in the entire city, eager to throw a grand engagement party. The shock was too much for my grandmother, and she suffered a heart attack. I dropped to my knees and begged my boyfriend to return the salary I had entrusted to him over the years, as I needed the money to pay for my grandmother’s surgery. He simply wrapped his arm around his childhood sweetheart and pretended not to know me. He said he would never help a lazy beggar who only knew how to freeload. Then, he ordered the security guards to throw me out. Later, my grandmother died on New Year’s Eve, her final breaths drowned out by the sound of fireworks outside. While everyone else celebrated the holiday season, I handled my grandmother’s funeral alone. At the same time, I accepted a job offer from a major overseas company. When I returned home to get my passport, the man—who had just finished introducing his sweetheart to his parents and was clearly in a good mood—saw me and assumed I was still throwing a tantrum. For the first time, he spoke generously. “Alright. What could possibly have happened to your grandmother? At worst, I’ll make it up to you with a luxurious wedding.” What he didn’t know was that from the moment my grandmother took her last breath, I no longer wanted to marry him.

"Tell me," he leaned forward and whispers seductively next to my ear. "Have you ever been kissed before?" I don't think that's a fucking business of yours, Sir! "I snap at him with a clenched teeth. " You are right, how about I make it my business tonight, angle? "He ask running his thumb over my bottom lips. " Are you crazy Sir? " <><><><> Lola's entire world take a drastic turn the moment she witnessed her boyfriend proposed to her twin sister. Determine to prove to her family that she can do better than her sister, she grabbed the next Job opportunity. Babysitting a crazy billionaire's son, just an harmless job, but signing the contract made her kick open a Pandora's box, filled with shocking secrets, that put her life in the line, only her mate can save her.

"I reject you as my mate, Omega." his angry voice growled, shocking me. "I-Is this because I am your stepsister now?" I asked, feeling an unfamiliar pain in my chest. He scoffed at me, gave me a glare, and replied, "Even if you weren't my stepsister, I would never accept you as my mate. Because you are ugly, weak, and vulnerable.” I fell to my knees as tears streamed from my eyes. All I wanted was to die from the shame and pain of rejection. - Elara was a young omega whose fate collided with her two Alpha stepbrothers. She found herself trapped between them. The Kingston brothers, Trevor and Kevin, were the dream of every girl. Kevin was wild and aggressive while Trevor was cold and calculative. They were the two dominant Alpha brothers who possessed everything other boys desired. But when fate connected Elara with one of them, they rejected her. When she chose the other one, the rejected mate wanted her back. They had no idea that their one wrong decision would set off a chain reaction of feelings. This is a tale of a love triangle, shocking betrayal, and the unexpected path from hate to love.

Kathleen Murphy is on the verge of career breakthrough, having secured a prestigious project that promises to catapult her to the top of the corporate ladder. The catch? She has to work with her billionaire ex-boyfriend, Levi Grey—the man who vanished from her life five years ago without a trace. Their first reunion is anything but warm, with tension Levi’s charm and infuriating arrogance get under Kat’s skin, sparking constant clashes. And to make it even worse, he proposes a contract to have them live together till the contract ends. When the project takes a dangerous turn, with a potential scandal threatening to drag them both into legal trouble, Levi decides to make a dangerous move - pretend to truly be in a relationship or they go to jail. With everything on the line—her career, freedom, and maybe, a chance at love—Kat must make a choice whether to risk it all or take the fall.

In the two years after Bradley Vaughn's so-called "memory loss," we divorced seven times—all to keep his childhood crush Vivian Monroe happy. Number eight? Because Vivian got pregnant. "You can't have kids anyway. Once Vivian has the baby, we'll get back together. You can raise the kid." That was his usual ice-cold line as he slid the papers across the table. That night, he kicked me out—said Vivian got nauseous just seeing me. I moved into another house. Alone. In the rain. Even after I landed in the ER from a near assault, he didn't bother asking if I was okay. Then one day, I spotted him at a clinic with Vivian. He rubbed her belly and laughed, "So what if she finds out I faked the amnesia? She can't live without me. Toss her a bone, she'll come crawling." I looked away, steady. Then my phone buzzed. [How did your checkup go?]

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, Kael Veyrith, reject you, Ashina Kai." The words tore through Ashina, sharper than claws and even crueler than death ever could. Ashina felt their bond snap and the agony of it carving into her soul like a wound that would never heal. ─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── Ashina Kai was never meant to survive without her mate. Cast out from her pack after Kael’s rejection, she vanished into the human world, burying her past beneath a lie. No pack. No mate. No past. Just a quiet, ordinary life. Until the night she sees him again. Kael stands at the heart of a brutal attack, no longer the person she once knew but a man carved from war and shadows. And he’s leading a war she wants no part of. But despite every instinct screaming at her to run, Ashina is caught in the center of it all. But the past doesn’t forget. Neither does betrayal. He broke her once. If she lets him in again, will it be her undoing—or his?