The Greatest Generation Book Novelas e Histórias

Caroline Thompson’s life came crashing down when her husband, Peter Lockwood, abandoned her alone in the delivery room to be with another woman.....her own twin sister, Cerene Thompson. Instead of walking out with a baby in her arms, Caroline left with a tiny coffin and a shattered heart. That tragic day was not the first time Peter had chosen Cerene. He had always run to her side whenever her asthma flared up, treating his wife’s twin with far more care and attention than he ever showed Caroline. He always left her alone in their cold, luxurious penthouse, where she never truly felt her own husband’s warmth. The day their baby died, something inside Caroline died as well. She ha

“Grandfather, please don't marry me off to this waste of space. He is just a lowlife that is sick, carrying diseases around, and being gross!” Ava said, getting more and more enraged with each word coming from her mouth. “That's enough! Ava, stop that right now!” Mrs. Taylor said. “Don’t order your grandfather!” “If you insist on giving Ava to me, I would walk out of here now and never look back. A woman like her is not something that interests me.” Zane said, his voice steady as he met the old man's eyes, his words pissing Ava and her parents off.

They took her daughter— They thought they won. They underestimated her. Roberta Riggs was the invisible wife of a powerful billionaire—silent, obedient, and easy to overlook. When her husband, Jace Riggs, reveals he has a secret son with another woman, Roberta’s world cracks. When he demands that their seven-year-old daughter, Ziva, risk her life to save that child… it shatters. And when Ziva dies—after the hospital neglects her for a VIP patient—something inside Roberta breaks beyond repair. Betrayed by her husband. Destroyed by the people she trusted. Silenced by a powerful family. Roberta loses everything. Until she meets him—Brett Temples. The man she had a reckl

"I didn't marry you because I wanted a wife, Elara, and I certainly didn't marry you because I loved you. I married you because the elders told me that children born of fated mates are the strongest, and I needed that power for my lineage. It was a genetic transaction, nothing more, and you were just the most convenient vessel available at the time," he said, and his words felt like physical blows. ​I felt the tears stinging my eyes, and I pulled the pregnancy test out of my pocket, but my fingers were shaking so much I almost dropped it. "I’m pregnant, Silas. I came here to tell you that we’re having a baby." ​"So you finally did your job," Silas said, his voice completely devoid of

​“If I touch you tonight, don't mistake it for anything else, it’s because I’m a hot-blooded man taking exactly what he wants. I will burn you so hard I'll ruin you for any other man.” His deep, gravelly voice dropped into a rough growl that sent a shiver straight down my spine. ***** ​Raya Sinclair wakes up in her old bedroom, gasping for air and clutching a throat that should be full of blood. ​Just moments ago, she was trapped in a mangled car, listening to her sister and her fiancé plan her murder over speakerphone while her adoptive mother used her dying hands to ink a fingerprint onto a fraud confession. She gave all her life to the Sinclair dynasty, only to be butchered like a

Iridessa saved Maya Wilder from drowning and was rewarded with a cold, contract marriage to a man who despised her. For three years, she was the hidden brain behind Wilder Tech, building an empire for a husband who thought she was a social climber and a family that treated her like a servant. Every day, his first love, Malani, sent her photos of their "affair," and every day, Iridessa stayed—until the night Malani drugged Slade. ​When Iridessa tried to help her incapacitated husband, the night ended in a passion he wouldn't remember. By morning, the sweetness turned to ash. Slade accused Iridessa of drugging him to trap him, and a final, violent confrontation with his sister became Irides

When I was dying from a terminal brain tumor, my husband was in his Alpha office, enjoying the service of his first love. I stood outside, clutching my diagnosis with trembling hands. He didn't ask about my condition but handed me divorce papers. And my son—the little boy I almost died bringing into this world—called his mistress "Mom." — Ever since I discovered that Rex was my fated mate, I had ignored everyone's objections and insisted on marrying him. As his Luna, I devoted myself to managing every affair of the pack. At home, I cared for our son while enduring the endless contempt of his mother and sister. Every time I begged him to accompany me to the hospital, all I received wer

I had been with the company for eleven years. One day, the boss’ son was abruptly planted as my immediate superior. In order to establish his power, he started to humiliate me. He splashed coffee on my face in front of our client. “Why are you serving our most prestigious client this nasty drink? You’re embarrassing the company!” I was furious. However, I held my anger back for the sake of the company. During our townhall meeting, he threw my proposal to the floor. “We’re not an old folks’ home. We don’t take care of useless pieces of shit like you.” I did not leave the next day. Instead, I asked my personal assistant to publish a notice on the digital display at our office buil

Tessa Ford thought she had it all: a loving husband, a beautiful daughter, and a thriving fashion brand. But when her husband, Grayson Grant, is manipulated into believing she’s having an affair with one of her models, the perfect life she built begins to crumble. Without giving her a chance to explain, he serves her divorce papers and disappears just when she needs him the most. When tragedy strikes, Tessa signs the papers and walks away. Five years later, fate brings them face-to-face once more. Grayson is haunted by his mistakes and desperate for forgiveness. Tessa has built walls around her heart that no amount of apology can break. As time goes on and old feelings res

The day I remarried Caitlyn Sullivan, the fake heir set my adoptive mother on fire and left her face burned beyond recognition. The moment I called the police, I was knocked unconscious. When I opened my eyes again, Caitlyn had personally replaced my face and made me take the blame for the fake heir. Three years later, on the day I was released from prison, Caitlyn's legal team was on standby around the clock. If there was even the slightest sign of revenge from me, they were ready to send me to a psychiatric hospital for another three years. My daughter even used money I had given her to build a 99-story safe house to hide the fake heir on the top floor. She named it Mason Tower. The