The Other Einstein Novels & Stories

Being the first Omega born to an Alpha family in five centuries definitely put a target on Noreen. Everyone wanted her for her powers, for what she can do, and most importantly, for her immortality. After the hunters abducted her sister, her mate disappeared, and her family threw her out. Noreen was on a mission to find her whilst in hiding. Two years later, whilst taking refuge in brothel, she accidentally killed the Alpha of the pack to protect her dignity and was about to face the repercussions when Elion, the most powerful Lycan King appeared and bought with her with many things in mind, including being his breeder and satisfying his needs. It didn't help that he was her second chance mate because he'd swore to end her and he'd rather kiss the dust than accept the bond, yet he wouldn't let anyone else lay claim to her, not even his half brother who accidentally happens to be her mate too.

I was locked in the cellar by my triplet alpha brothers after my stepsister, Elsa, framed me for killing her wolf by giving her an almond cake. The exit was secured with silver chains, and my wolf howled and begged them to release me. But my three alpha brothers refused. Alpha Kane, the eldest, growled, "You wicked she-wolf! You knew she was allergic to nuts, yet you deliberately gave her an almond cake to suffocate her! Don't you know it could fatally harm her wolf? You must stay here and reflect on what you've done!" Alpha Kelvin, the second, and Alpha Karl, the third, mocked, "What a despicable wolf you are! Still making excuses instead of facing the truth. Stay here and suffer what you deserve!" After that, they shifted into their wolves and took the trembling Elsa to the werewolf infirmary. Meanwhile, I struggled to breathe as the air in the cellar was filled with silver dust. My wolf howled in agony, but it was useless. Eventually, I died there. It wasn't until three days later—after they brought Elsa back from the infirmary—that I finally crossed their minds again. But by then, they didn't know—I was already dead in that silver-dust-filled cellar.

Maldie was never meant to stand out at Forestwood College—just survive it. The scholarship girl. The outsider. The Charity case...The girl David Amon destroyed for a thousand bets….. Her step-brother made her life a living hell, turning her name into a joke and her trust into a weapon. But when buried secrets about her mother, her father’s death, and the powerful Richard Amon begin to surface, Maldie realizes she was never just a victim—she was part of a carefully built lie. Now she is running from the truth, from the past, and from the boy who ruined her. But this time, she won’t break. She will become their regret.

Lily Peterson's childhood sweetheart, Sean Clements, ran over my 70-year-old mother in his car while he was drunk-driving. Because of that, Mom died on the spot. But Lily insisted on signing the letter of forgiveness for Sean. "My mother-in-law had planned on scamming Sean for more money, so she lay beneath the wheels on purpose. She should be the one taking on the entire responsibility." Not only did Sean get released as an innocent man, but he also received the ten-million-dollar payment given by the insurance company as compensation for his emotional distress. "Honey, I grew up with Sean since we were kids. I can't just sit by and watch his life get ruined by imprisonment! Can't you be more gracious and stop bringing this issue up?" After leaving the police station, Sean uploads a post on his social media feed in a high-profile manner. "Lily looks so gorgeous when she defends me in front of others! Childhood sweethearts will always be the closest people in life!" Lily leaves a like on Sean's post right in front of me. I remain eerily calm. "Let's get a divorce, Lily." She huffs coldly in return. "You just want me to console you, right? Tristin Foley, you're already 30 years old. Can you stop being childish?" I've already brought up divorce multiple times in the past. That's why Lily refuses to believe that I will leave her for real. But what she doesn't know is that I've snuck in a divorce agreement into the documents meant for the case closure registration, and she has personally left her signature there.

SYNOPSIS: On the night before her fairy-tale wedding, Aurora climbed into bed expecting tender passion from the man she loved. Instead, she was fucked senseless by his identical twin. Aridian , the ruthless elder brother, exiled and erased by his own family took her hard and deep, making her moan Alexander’s name while he ruined her for anyone else. One night of forbidden, mind-shattering pleasure, and Aurora’s perfect life became a nightmare of guilt and insatiable craving. The next morning, she stands at the altar in her pristine white gown, ready to marry the safe, charming Alexander. But as the officiant begins the vows, Aridian rises from the crowd and objects. Not out of jealousy. He exposes a sinister family covenant hidden in their grandfather’s will: the elder twin must marry and inherit first. Alexander has stolen everything: the fortune, the legacy, and now the bride who was never meant to be his. As the wedding descends into public scandal, Aurora realizes both brothers are dangerous. Alexander will do anything to silence the truth and force her down the aisle. Aridian will stop at nothing to reclaim his birthright… and the woman whose body still bears the marks of his claim. Trapped between two men with the same devastating face : one polished monster, one exiled beast — Aurora is drowning in shame, lust, and terror. Her body betrays her with dark memories of Aridian’s dominance. Her heart questions every touch Alexander ever gave her. In a world of obscene wealth, buried sins, and blood-soaked family secrets, one wrong choice will destroy her forever. She married the wrong twin. And the right one has already claimed her soul

The day I took over the Fraser Group, my brother posted a video that completely blew up the trending topics on the internet. In the video, he spoke with righteous indignation, "Lyra Fraser is just an illegitimate daughter! What right does she have to inherit the company? "My father is incredibly biased. I demand justice for my late mother!" Hundreds of media outlets scrambled to repost the video. In an instant, the hashtag ‘#FraserGroupLyraIsAnIllegitimateDaughter’ had racked up over 200 million views. The Fraser Group's stock price plummeted drastically and my father was forced to suspend the succession ceremony temporarily. Despite the onslaught of endless abuse and curses, I didn't panic in the slightest. Because my stupid, moronic brother was just an adopted son.

Delilah thought she married the perfect man. Charming. Respectable. Devoted. But then she discovered the man she trusted was a fraud — cheating behind her back, controlling her every move, and secretly stealing from the people who once believed in him. Her marriage wasn’t love. It was a trap. And when she lost the child she was carrying, alone, abandoned, and broken in a cold hospital bed, everything shattered. That’s when he returned. Thorne Weston. The estranged, adopted brother her husband never spoke of. The boy who once made her college life hell — cruel words, wicked smirks and relentless taunts. He's her tormentor. Her shadow. The one who looked at her like he wanted to ruin her… and maybe always did. He disappeared after graduation. Vanished. Forgotten. But now he’s back — colder, richer, and far more dangerous. And he’s watching her. And when she breaks down in the hospital, barely breathing through grief, he corners her in the shadows and makes her an offer that freezes her blood — and sets her body ablaze. “You want revenge? I want you. Be mine… and I’ll destroy him for you.” She should scream. She should hate him. But hate doesn’t explain the fire curling in her belly every time he whispers her name. Hate doesn’t make her knees tremble when he steps too close, smelling of smoke, leather, and sin. And hate isn’t what makes her crave the rough, twisted salvation only he can give. Because Thorne Weston is no longer a cruel boy with a chip on his shoulder. He’s a man forged in violence. Obsessed. Possessive. Unhinged. And he doesn’t just want her — he owns her. Body. Soul. And every shattered piece her husband left behind.

At my mom's funeral, my lecturer wife, Vivian Carter, decides to have a rendezvous with her student, Noah Myers, with ten packs of condoms in her bag. Once they are done with their passionate lovemaking, Noah uploads a photo to his social media feed. It features a red-faced Vivian lying on his bed. Meanwhile, the clothes of mourning that she's worn to the funeral are strewn all over the floor. The caption reads, "The only who's not loved is the actual homewrecker here. My relationship has finally borne fruit!" His feed goes wild with comments. Everyone mocks me for being a shameless simp for Vivian, and that I've been ruining Noah's relationship with her this whole time. My mentor, Avery Sanders, is sick with worry. But I, on the other hand, merely brew myself a cup of coffee. Then, I say lightly, "Since he likes uploading his intimate photos that much, I might as well upload photos of his and Vivian's bastard child as well as their paternity tests. Here's the caption—I, the legal husband, am now defending my pride as a married man. "Now, I'd like to see if Noah and Vivian are capable of bearing the consequences of pissing off my prestigious and wealthy family!"

In the tenth year of my marriage to a genius pianist, I came down with a strange illness. A month ago, my husband missed my birthday party to care for his ailing sister-in-law. Night after night, I had waited for him to return home. But that night I forgot to wait at all and went to bed early. Half a month ago, he attended an important performance with his sister-in-law. I had always been petty and prone to jealousy, yet this time I didn't get angry. I simply went home in silence. Three days ago, I fell seriously ill with a burning fever. My husband rushed back from out of town in a panic—but only to tend to his sister-in-law, whose hand had been scalded. When we ran into each other at the hospital, I was strangely calm. I, who used to be fiercely jealous, felt nothing at all. I forgot the promise we had made to grow old together. I even forgot how he once fretted over me for days when I'd scraped a bit of skin. It wasn't until he said he wanted to bring his sister-in-law home and take care of her for the rest of his life that I—my memories riddled with holes—summoned the system at last. "I want to go home."

WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN STEAMY AND SEXUAL CONTENT WHICH IS STRICTLY NOT FOR KIDS UNDER +18! The bathroom door creaked open. And then—barefoot, toweling his hair, abs slick with water, stood. Broad-shouldered. Golden-tanned and muscled like a demi-god. The thing swinging between his legs, long and thick and heavy. Our eyes locked. My mouth dropped. My voice cracked. “Brother-in-law?" The Lycan King’s face hardened with recognition. “What the hell are you doing naked in my bed?” ***** After being cheated on by his boyfriend, betrayed by his best friend, and framed by his boyfriend's first love, Lucian thought life couldn’t get any worse as he scrubbed servants’ filthy toilets with a bruised face. Until he was stripped and thrown onto the bed of the homophobic Lycan King, awaiting his death. Elias, the newly crowned Lycan King and Lucian’s brother-in-law, is cold, ruthless, and homophobic. He believes Lucian, who ran away with his so-called "boyfriend," irresponsibly abandoned his sister, blaming him for all the misfortune that followed. This deep-seated hatred has festered within him ever since. ***** If Elias discovers that Lucian is his mate, will he abandon his intention to torment him? On the other hand, will Lucian, who can not communicate with his wolf, realize that his mate is actually his brother-in-law?