The Better Half Book Novels & Stories

Alfred’s expression darkened at once. “Zachary, you scoundrel! How could you allow Harriet to sleep alone in the adjoining room on your wedding night? How is she to be expected to share a life with you after such treatment? After all the difficulty it took to secure a bride, you still don’t cherish her properly!” Zachary pressed his lips together. “She wasn’t alone,” he said. “I went over in the latter half of the night.” He thought, “It wasn’t that I drove her way; she simply refused to speak to me… I would far rather have her in my bed, at my mercy, until she’s entirely spent.”

Mine had already drained away, replaced by something colder, heavier—worry. My thoughts spun as I stared out the window. I couldn’t keep clashing with him like this. That ridiculous book, The Perfect Wife, flashed through my mind—its chapters on handling dominant men. Softness. Vulnerability. Subtle rebellion. A woman with fire, but without the flames. Sweet enough to draw in. Dangerous enough to chase.

The only thought in my head was: 'I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend the remainder of my life'. _____________________________________ ***Author's Note: Book two in the series is called: She's My Mate. Search for it on the GoodNovel app and read now!

“It’s alright. Though I’m curious why you would want to see me, of all people. You can sit.” Daisy’s eyes dropped to her baby bump. “Being pregnant must be really nice.” Seemah chuckled. “After this one, I’m tying my tubes. I feel like I’m always pregnant.” Daisy laughed, sitting down. “This is only your second. You look good.” “Thank you. So, what brings you here?” Daisy pulled out some documents from her handbag and handed them over. Seemah unfolded the architectural plans and glanced through them. “That’s the farm Adrian and I shared after the divorce. I have plans to start a wellness retreat… eco cabins, meditation decks, and a lavender maze. But I will need more space. I came to discuss

King Harvey wraps his arms around me and holds me close. “Goodnight, my wife.” King Harvey whispers in my ear. “Goodnight, my husband.” I say as I drift off to sleep. By morning, I feel more rested and stable. King Harvey is reading a book at my side and has my head resting on his chest. “What are you reading?” I ask gently. “My aunt sent a book about half-breed children. The more children we have their genetic makeup changes, and some will be half, some a quarter werewolf and one might even be a full breed if their genetic makeup skips.”

At first she didn't quite comprehend with all the halves they were mentioning but then it occurred to her that twins were also called halves and couples were denoted as halves and that's the denomination her friends were making. "We're not going to rush you into making any decision." Lizzy said responsibly. It seemed strange hearing such a statement come from someone she's never known to be an adult but it sounded nice. "I want you to look at this." She said handing her what looked like a book. "And girls, I don't want any of you to trouble her with dirty thoughts. Keep them to yourself and let her think this through." She warned the girls, looking specifically at Jess. "It's your life and i

Isabelle sighed, "I don't know, Stacy... my career is my priority right now." Stacy placed a hand on her arm, "I understand that, but your mental health and happiness are just as important. And think about it, having a partner can be a great source of strength and inspiration." Isabelle looked unconvinced, but Stacy continued, "Trust me, I found Liam on this amazing dating app, 'Better Half'. You should try it!" Isabelle raised an eyebrow, "A dating app? Really?" Stacy nodded enthusiastically, "Yes! It's perfect. You can find someone who shares your interests and values. And who knows, maybe you'll find your own Liam."

“If you want a divorce, the best we can do is fight for that and get you half of what Malcolm has accumulated.” “And that’s because we’d leverage all that evidence of infidelity. It’s a strong case, Marian, but it won’t give you back Velmora intact. Would you be willing to settle for that?” She asks, and I shake my head as if she can see me. Half. The word won’t stop echoing in my head over and over again, it feels like an insult. It feels as though it’s trying to remind me of all those years I was stupid to wholeheartedly believe the words of a man.

I wonder why she's calling me, I hope nothing bad has happened. "Yes" I answered "There's a problem," She said "What's the matter? Did she hurt you? " I asked "No, she didn't but I think we have a bigger problem," she said "And what would that be?" I asked "Great got the house sealed with some sort of spell that no one can go in or out," she said "That's bad," I said "And I also heard she's making another spell that would make any magical being vulnerable to her," she said "Now, that's really bad but how come you got to know about it?" I asked

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.