Too Much Thinking Novels & Stories

When her perfect marriage shatters overnight, a brilliant architect is left with nothing but betrayal—and a name dragged through the mud. Branded a liar, cast aside by the man who vowed to protect her, she disappears… and reinvents herself. Years later, she returns—sharper, colder, and far more dangerous. Now a fearless corporate whistleblower, she sets her sights on the powerful empire her ex-husband built, determined to tear it down piece by piece. Secrets will be exposed. Lies will burn. And this time, she’s the one in control. But as the truth begins to unravel, so do the walls around her heart. Because the deeper she digs, the more she realizes not everything was as it seemed… and revenge might cost her more than she ever intended. In a game of power, betrayal, and redemption—will she destroy him… or find her way back to love?

My parents set me up on a marriage match—and it turned out to be my girlfriend, Chloe. I was hyped. I went straight to the luxury boutique where she worked, ready to tell her. Then I stopped outside the VIP room. "Chloe, if you're dumping him, just do it. Why fake cancer? You're putting bad juju on yourself." "What do you know? A dead ex sticks forever. Next week, I'm getting engaged to a Remington. Having an ex like me? That's his win." Inside, her friends hyped her up. Laughter all around. I just stood there, cold spreading through me. Three years. A joke to her. She was trading up—and still playing me one last time. I clenched my jaw and called my mom. "Mom, cancel the engagement... No rush. I'll handle it myself."

It has been 99 times that Henry and I have filed the application for divorce and then withdrawn it. Each time before finalizing the divorce, Henry always waits for me to humbly beg him to stay married. I turned down the offer to be the chief composer at a famous studio in Vienna because Henry didn't want a long-distance relationship. I deleted all my male friends because Henry didn't want me to be too friendly to them. I stopped wearing red lipstick, composing, and traveling alone, because he said married women should stay at home instead of being impulsive. Only after I finally manage to appease him will he allow me to withdraw the divorce application. After my 100th divorce application, as I was leaving, the deputy clerk asked me curiously: "So, when are you going to withdraw your application this time?" I looked at Henry's cold back in front of me, forced to smile with tears, and told myself in my heart— This time, there will be no withdrawal of the application. After the 30-day cooling-off period, we'll be officially divorced. But why did his love only find its voice when I had already walked away?

Bethany Cole and Shane Stafford were supposed to get married in two weeks, but Shane was thinking about postponing the wedding again. It was all because his stepsister, Yelena White, had another episode and was crying for him to drop everything and take her to Maldivea to see the ocean. The wedding had been planned for two years, and Bethany had had enough. If Shane did not want to get married, she would find someone else to take his place.

I was the real son, finally found and brought back by my billionaire parents, only to be diagnosed with leukemia right after. The only person who matched my bone marrow was the adopted son, Doug Daniel. So my parents rushed to bring him back into the family, making him my donor. To make it up to him, they did everything they could for him. My parents handed over the inheritance. My fiancée, Moira Stevens, hovered around him every day. When the pain got so bad that I could barely stand it, my parents pointed at me and snapped, "Jay! You keep bringing up your illness. Are you really that eager to take away Doug's health?" Moira, a medical school professor, didn't hold back either. "I'm a doctor. You think I don't understand your condition? You act like you're dying every single day. You just can't stand that we're being nice to Doug." On the day of the transplant, I lay on the operating table and waited. But Moira, the one in charge of harvesting Doug's marrow, never came in. I closed my eyes and waited for death. None of them knew I had already signed up to donate my body.

My little sister, Maya, got into a car crash. I put her in a high-end recovery center. Her injuries were bad. Progress crawled. They kept extending her treatment, one phase at a time. Early this morning, the manager called. Said the card wouldn't cover the next phase. That's when it hit me—peak season at the company. I'd been slammed, barely breathing. I hadn't topped it up in forever. I told her I'd transfer the money. She shut it down. Said I had to show up and sign in person before they'd extend anything. So after work, I rushed over. Straight into rush hour traffic. Then she called again. "Ms. Keyne, your balance hit zero three minutes ago. We're terminating services. This is a premium facility—we don't do free care. The patient tied to your account has been removed per policy."

I was only 17, dreaming of building a life far away from my suffocating town, away from my dishonest family. My mother lived off scams, and I refused to be part of it. But just before I turned 18, my world fell apart. I was pregnant! And not just by anyone, but by the richest, cruelest man to ever set foot in my small town. The worst part? We had never even met. Now, I have to fight for something I never had: a chance to rewrite my own fate.

My husband's true love developed acute kidney failure, and I was the only matching donor. To save her life, he forced me to terminate my pregnancy at six months. Despite his gentle tone, he said the most heart-wrenching words, "Can't you be a little kinder? You're just losing a child, but she's losing her life." I resisted with every fiber of my being, but he threatened his own life to force my hand. On the operating table, both my child and I died. Meanwhile, his true love's transplant was a success, and she lived. Although the outcome was exactly what he wanted, he spiraled into madness upon hearing news of my death.

BLURB For sixteen years, Skylar Adams built a man who slowly destroyed her. At 36, she is invisible in her own home, mocked by her children, controlled by her mother-in-law, and betrayed by the husband she sacrificed everything for. Jason Lawrence didn’t just cheat. He erased her. But the day she reaches her breaking point becomes the day everything changes. Zane Lawson,the man she once saved years ago steps back into her life. Powerful, composed, and quietly devoted, he offers her something unfamiliar: safety… and a chance to become herself again. As Skylar rebuilds her life, Jason is forced to watch the woman he broke become the woman he can no longer reach. And when he finally wants her back… It’s too late.

"Your Honor, I'm just a girl" *** Ten years a prisoner, but she's been nothing but trouble. They call her "The Blood Widow" the infamous she-wolf who slaughtered two hundred wolves in revenge. Now, she’s being sent to the one place she can’t escape, Blackridge Prison, under the watch of Gamma Kael Blackstone, Moonshard’s most feared warrior. But Kael doesn’t know the truth. The woman he’s guarding is the only survivor of the North sea, Silvercrest Pack...the same pack he helped destroy under his father’s command. She remembers his face. Her eyes shakes him. And when chains turn to sparks, vengeance begins to blur with desire and obsession.