Tipping Point Theory Novels & Stories

Elysia Lively's once perfect life is torn apart on the Blood Moon to discover her Mate.Alpha Nikona, The man who is destined to love her turns out to be the one to inflict every sort of pain on her.To make the matter worse, he is in a relationship with her best friend Amia.However, his intentions were never clear that creates Chaos in her life. Elysia is at the point of her life where she must choose between death and freedom.But freedom doesn't come without sacrifices. The West Brothers walk in her dark life which creates more Chaos.Is it sunshine and flowers or bloodbath? Elysia must figure out before she loses her sanity to the evil that lurks in the shadow. This is the journey of a young girl desperate to survive but everything just gets too much and she is left with two choices.. Either give up and die or keep running forever. What if she makes another choice of turning evil instead and strikes back? Warning- This book contain dark theme with all sorts of abuse.

Alina was raised as an omega maid, and she was kept out of sight and considered a nothing. However, when her pack is deprived of all their belongings at the end of the war, her stepbrother sells her as a sacrifice to the most dreaded rulers in the world, the twin Lycan kings, Kael and Kaden. A single night out with them transforms all that. They brand her as their mate, but the mark fades away by morning. The council calls her cursed. A fake Luna is brought in. And in a short time, Alina has been put in the position of a thief, a liar and a betrayer. Being hunted by the kings she loves, pushed back to the pack which abused her, Alina becomes the Alpha when she discovers the truth about the deaths of her parents. But the kings come back, imploring to be given another opportunity. Her wolf is dying. Her enemies are closing in. And the one, who can rescue her, must sacrifice all of it, even his wolf. At this point, Alina has to decide between revenge, power and the two men she can never forget.

Shalmali is an amnesiac and a mental patient. She doesn't remember her past life and ends up into the mental asylum. Meanwhile, in the same asylum, she is a witness of a crime that a goon named Dev did. Dev is a wanted criminal, a ruthless and dangerous fiery man, who goes against all odds when it's time for his crime. He kidnaps her. Unwanting, Dev falls for Shalmali and her innocence. What will happen when love will spark between these two, and how will Shalmali react to love, who doesn't even know the meaning of it? Will Shalmali be spared by dev or will she also be in his grasps like others who witness dev and meddles in his work? And will Shalmali be able to recall her past and gain her mental stability back? Will dev be spared by the police officials and leave his path of crime for Shalmali? The biggest point here is the mystery standout, where Shalmali gains the unknown letters and dev and Shalmali each of them having a horrible past, which is going to affect their future.

To save her family from debt and pay for her father's medical bills, Hazel Anderson is forced into a marriage of convenience with Xander Kingston—the country's most powerful and feared billionaire. But for Xander, this union is nothing more than a business transaction. He bought her for five million dollars, treating her not as a wife, but as a possession he despises. Life inside the luxurious mansion becomes a living hell for Hazel. She is constantly humiliated, overworked like a servant, starved, and abused by Xander and his cruel family. Her suffering reaches its peak when Selene, the woman Xander truly loves, arrives and makes her life even more miserable. Despite her patience and sacrifices, Hazel is treated worse than an animal, left alone in pain, and even rejected when she falls deathly ill. But just as she reaches her breaking point, a secret growing within her body begins to unfold—a truth that will change everything and turn their world upside down.

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door. "Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."

After three years of marriage, Liora lives in a cold and loveless union. She is neglected by her husband, pressured by her mother-in-law, and forced to constantly yield in order to protect the family’s image. One night becomes the turning point of her life. In a fragile state, Liora is drawn into a mistake with a stranger—never knowing who he truly is. She leaves before morning, convinced that the error will be buried forever. But fate is cruel. The man returns as Ethan—her husband’s brother-in-law. A powerful figure, cold and commanding, impossible to avoid. Their gazes carry secrets. The past becomes a threat. And Liora’s old wounds slowly reopen. As betrayal after betrayal is revealed, Liora stops being a woman who remains silent. Pain transforms into anger. Humiliation turns into resolve. With the help of Ethan—the man who should have never stood by her side—Liora rises. She learns to fight back, to plan her revenge, and to reclaim her dignity. Will Liora’s plan succeed, and how will her love story unfold?

My mother is gravely ill and needs a million dollars for surgery. I run all over the city, desperately trying to borrow the money. Just when I'm at my breaking point, my childhood friend shows up, holding a check for one million dollars. His condition? He wants to marry me. Everyone's waiting for me to say yes, but I calmly refuse. Because in my last life, even after I married him, my mother still died. Her surgery failed. Later, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and a doctor. "Christopher, you sabotaged the surgery just to transplant Alice's mom's kidney into Jennifer? Was it worth it? If Alice finds out, you’re done." "I just want Jennifer to live. And honestly, marrying someone like Alice? My life is already over." That's when I realize our entire marriage was nothing but a carefully woven lie. He did it all for the woman he truly loved.

I only learned how to speak when I was eight years old. Everyone in the Wentworth family calls me an idiot. Even my mom secretly wipes her tears away, thinking that she's given birth to an autistic son. My dad looks at me with disappointment in his eyes. But he never sends me to a special-needs school due to his need to preserve the family's reputation. One day, Winston Pembroke from Broadwell Street comes over to purchase my family's company, Wentworth Group. He puts on a high and mighty attitude and berates everyone in the meeting room to the point that they can only hang their heads in shame. Despite the room being filled with the company's elites, no one dares to respond to Winston. As I stand in a corner, I feel my eyelids drooping while listening to Winston's tirade. Ugh. How annoying. So, I take a step forward and utter my first ever sentence in Winston's mother tongue.

I had a mild hearing impairment, which left me mostly deaf in my right ear. Growing up, Tristan Lockhart always made it a point to stand on my right side. "That way, if anyone tries to talk behind your back, I'll be the first to hear it," he used to tell me. Eventually, we got engaged, and the wedding invitations were already printed and ready to go. Everyone around us kept saying how incredibly blessed I was to have a childhood sweetheart who had spent over a decade shielding me from the world. That was until Sunny Pierce joined Tristan’s company. She was stunning, vibrant, and always spoke with a radiant smile plastered across her face. The very first time she met me, she stared intently at my hearing aid for a long moment before turning to Tristan with a playful laugh. "With her like that, can she even hear you whisper sweet nothings in her ear at night?" My face drained of all color, but Tristan merely furrowed his brow slightly. "Sunny just speaks before she thinks. Don't take it to heart." On the day of our wedding rehearsal. I stood right outside the heavy chapel doors, listening to Sunny mockingly read my vows aloud. "Thank you for tolerating me as your constant complication for over a decade. I promise to be your comfort, your constant shadow, and your favorite complication for the rest of my life." The entire room erupted into a chorus of laughter, and Tristan let out a soft chuckle along with them. "Stop messing around," he said, his voice carrying a light laugh. "If she overhears you changing the words, she's going to get upset again." Sunny paused, her tone turning playful. "Are you seriously still going to marry her, then?" Tristan fell completely silent for two long seconds. "The invitations have already been sent out," he finally replied, his voice flat. "What else am I supposed to do at this point?" I stood frozen at the very end of the corridor. The umbrella he had once gifted me was still dripping rainwater onto the tile floor. But suddenly, I had absolutely no desire to walk through those doors.

As the most well-known weather forecaster in the city, my forecasts were always wrong. Over time, everyone caught on. In this city, whether it rained or snowed depended entirely on the emotions of Cody Harper's lover. One moment, I'm on air announcing "moderate to heavy snow," but the next, the clouds in the sky parted and cleared. My boss openly mocked me. "You used to be the most popular presenter at our station, but not anymore, huh? Your husband’s throwing money around to manipulate the weather. What's the point of you reporting the forecast?" A coworker ruthlessly added, "I heard her husband's new lover doesn't like the cold, so there probably won't be any snow in the city for half a year. I think she's gonna be hit with a lot of fines." Clutching over a dozen penalty notices, I remained silent. When I got home, I tossed the penalty notices at Cody expressionlessly. "Clean up your own mess. I'm tired of being Mrs. Harper. I quit."