The Perfect Run Novels & Stories

On the night of her 23rd birthday, Nova's world shatters when she learns that her father has arranged her engagement without her consent to Henry, the heir of a billionaire family, a man she barely knows. Feeling trapped and betrayed, she makes a desperate escape, running from the life that others have chosen for her. With her father’s guards closing in, Nova takes a chance and slips into the first car she finds outside the mansion. But her gamble lands her face-to-face with Bentley Sterling, the cold and enigmatic CEO of Sterling Incorporation, a man notorious for his indifference to emotional attachments. Bentley has no interest in saving a runaway heiress, but when Nova offers a bold proposition, her personal services in exchange for his protection, he reluctantly agrees. As his live-in assistant, she endures his impossible demands and distant demeanor, but beneath his ruthless exterior, something unexpected begins to unravel. What starts as a transaction turns into something deeper, something Bentley wanted; desire, vulnerability, and a love he doesn't know how to handle. Will Bentley and Nova fight for their love or we will they allow external forces tear them apart?

Sabizina Moretti (Sabi) is a woman who has spent her life being a pawn in her father’s corporate chess matches. But her marriage to Rage Valerius Vane, the most feared and powerful CEO in the global syndicate, was supposed to be different. It was supposed to be a choice. On the morning of their televised "Wedding of the Century," a digital file is leaked to Sabizina’s phone. The truth is shattering: the financial ruin of her family wasn't an accident—it was a calculated execution by Rage himself to force her into his arms. Before she can say "I do," Sabizina vanishes. Six months later, Rage Vane has burned through millions to find her. He finally corners her in a desolate coastal cabin, expecting to find a woman begging for mercy. Instead, he finds a warrior who has rebuilt her life from nothing—and a secret that halts even the ruthless Rage Vane in his tracks. Sabizina is visibly pregnant with the Vane heir. Forced back into the gilded cage of his high-tech penthouse, Sabizina must navigate a world of corporate assassins, jealous socialites, and Rage’s own dark past. As she uncovers the real reason behind his obsession, she realizes that in Rage’s world, the truth is more dangerous than a lie, and the man she ran from might be the only one who can keep her—and her unborn children—alive.

"You'll sleep with my husband, vanish before he glimpses your face. He believes I'm untouched, and we must maintain that facade." Trapped in my sister's sinister plan, enter Victor's room under the cloak of darkness, desire dancing with secrecy. As the night unfolded in forbidden passion, we shared hidden moments, but everything started falling apart. I was ensnared in my sister's plot, and the morning light exposed the truth. Victor's stern voice demanded, "What are you doing here?"

One night. Three heartbeats. A billionaire who wants them all — except me. I didn't mean to sleep with the coldest CEO in New York. I definitely didn't mean to steal his GPS-tracked cufflink. And I never planned to be pregnant with his triplets. Now Alexander Black is at my door, rain-soaked and furious. He doesn't want me. He wants the babies — all three of them. His offer: move into his penthouse, give him my body until delivery, then walk away with ten million dollars. His demand: I sign away all rights to my own children. He thinks I'm a broke waitress he can bully. He doesn't know I'm the hidden heiress to a fortune bigger than his. He doesn't know I kept his cufflink as proof of his cruelty. And he has no idea that on the night our triplets are born, a stranger will arrive with a secret that destroys everything Alexander thought he knew about himself. I ran from him once. This time, I'll make him beg me to stay.

Ella Leen hid her identity to pursue Damon Monteverde, the genius boy who can make anything from scratch, but was still despised and looked down because of being a poor man. He hated rich people, so she thought that by enduring hardship along with him, he would be able to finally see her sincerity and love. That she was not any worse than his first ever love. But seeing that even after five years they were married together, she still can’t be compared with his first girlfriend--his first love. She finally left. But.. “You don’t love me Damon. You just can’t stand the fact that I left.” She left, not wanting to turn back, but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer towards him, as his hot breath sprayed on her face. “Come back, and I prove it.” Ella chuckled, her multi-million worth of watch shook slightly under the dazzling sun, "Sorry. I can’t come back.” “I’m busy inheriting properties.”

It had been seven years since I broke the mate bond with Dark Wood Pack's Alpha, Shane Lewis. I ran a floral boutique in the Neutral Zone. On an ordinary day, a little girl stood at the door and was staring at me in a daze. She looked about six or seven years old. She was very pretty. Something about the curve of her eyes and brows felt strangely familiar, especially those amber eyes. Our gazes met. In an instant, memories flooded my mind like a movie reel. They were memories that had once caused me unbearable pain. I quickly called out to her. "Hey there, kid. Do you want to try this candy? "It's made from primrose. It's very sweet." She accepted the candy and listened as I talked casually. I told her that I used to be the Luna of Silver Moon Pack. I once had a primrose estate. Unfortunately, someone took it from me. I told her I once had a daughter too. She should be about the same age as the girl now. The girl looked curious. "Do you hate the bad people who took your things?" she asked. I looked at her for a long time and smiled. "Not anymore," I said.

Three days before her wedding, Aurora Vale, the young heiress of a luxury fashion empire, walks into her fiancé’s office—only to find him kissing his ex-lover. And then she hears the words that shatter her world: “You know I’m only marrying her for the company.” Without a scene or a scandal, Aurora disappears that night. She leaves behind her diamond ring and a single note: “I’m giving you my dream and my love. May you be satisfied with what’s left.” Three years later, she returns under a new name—no longer the heartbroken bride, but the powerful CEO of a rival brand threatening to destroy Liam Cross’s empire. When they meet again in the boardroom, Liam is stunned. Not only has she become the woman he can’t control… but beside her stands a little boy with eyes exactly like his. Now he’ll do anything to win her back. But Aurora isn’t the same woman he betrayed. Between love, revenge, and a secret that could ruin them both— which will she choose?

Tonight was the Luna ceremony of Michelle Wright, a pure Alpha descendant. The one who personally placed the Luna crown on her head was Ronan Black, the Alpha of the Sacred Wolf Pack, who had shared my bed for five years. And I, reduced to an Omega, stood like an abandoned spirit in the darkest corner of the altar. To humiliate me, Michelle poured the pure Alpha blood that symbolized honor straight over my body. She accused me of being consumed by jealousy, pointing to a wound she had cut with a silver blade. She even fabricated false evidence, claiming I had consorted with rogues and betrayed the pack. As the Stone of Reckoning displayed my name and the order of exile, and the crowd prepared to drag me away, I lifted my gaze. "Ronan, did you ever consider that your precious Luna might be a fraud who stole my bloodline and claimed it as her own?"

In my tenth year of being the Luna of the Nocturne pack, the first love of my mate, Alpha Stellan Caldwell, returns to the pack. With a bouquet of dead wolfsbane in her hands, Nigella Starveil barges into the anniversary of the mate-bonding ceremony between Stellan and me. "Stellan, I still remember you telling me that you're willing to endure all types of poison in the world just for my sake. Does that promise still count?" Before Nigella finishes her sentence, Stellan, my powerful yet distant Alpha, feels his expression change instantly. He doesn't even bother sparing me a glance. All he sees is the bouquet of dead flowers that are equally deadly to Nigella. Stellan rushes up to Nigella and swipes the bouquet out of her hands roughly, not caring about the fact that everyone is staring at him right now. Silence befalls the hall instantly. From my position behind Stellan, I know right away that I've been reduced to the biggest laughingstock in the Northern Territories. The fact that Stellan doesn't hesitate to protect Nigella becomes the biggest insult that humiliates me to no end. It turns out that ten years of companionship and shared struggles are nothing compared to the bouquet of dead wolfsbane in Nigella's hands. After that, Nigella shoots me a smug and contemptuous look while rubbing her reddened wrist. "Do you see now? This is proof that he loves me. You've already tried to do your part as the breeding machine, so you can now retire from your position." In the past, Stellan had barged into the forbidden lands in search of Nigella. He almost got shredded into a thousand pieces there. But now, he's still willing to humiliate me in public just for her sake.

Today is the death anniversary of Jordan Willis, the Alpha of the Moonshadow Pack. He's also known as my dead mate. My name is Sasha Calhoun, a she-wolf who descends from a family with a weakened bloodline. I'm also the current Luna of the Moonshadow Pack. In a world where the bloodline purity determines the status quo of werewolf society, I seem to exist solely to enter a marriage alliance with Jordan, the Alpha who comes from the most elite family with a pureblooded heritage. This is a political trade meant to strengthen Jordan's position in his family as well as reassure the Elder Council. A year ago, Alpha Jordan sacrificed himself in a blazing inferno while on a mission. I become the most pitied she-wolf in the pack who has to keep the only light on in my empty home. At the same time, I need to protect the only flicker of hope in this pack. As I carry a bouquet of white lilies, which were Alpha Jordan's favorite flowers when he was still alive, I approach his grave. The pup in my womb seems to have picked up on my emotions, for it kicks me gently. I can feel the hum of a powerful and pure-blooded lifeform from the movement. It's the lifeblood of a pup destined to become the future powerful Alpha. Even though I'm still carrying the pup, I still feel reassured and proud. But the next thing I know, I spot a wolf sinking down to one knee far away on the horizon. He appears to be proposing to my younger sister, Winnie Calhoun. Even though there's more than 300 feet between us, I can still smell the Alpha's familiar scent, which seizes me by my heart. After all, I had once immersed myself in that particular scent for countless days and nights in the past. That Alpha… is actually Alpha Jordan, who supposedly died one year ago! I instinctively clutch my belly, my palm caressing the newly-developed heartbeat of my unborn pup. Then, I call the pack guards.