Trembling Madness Novels & Stories

Elena Hart never thought one reckless night would come back to haunt her. All she wanted was to raise her son and keep her fragile world from crumbling. But fate changed when she landed a job as assistant to the one man she swore she’d never see again—Damian Cross. The stranger from her past. The father of her child. Damian is cold, ruthless, and untouchable. To him, Elena is nothing more than an unqualified girl with too many secrets. Yet every time he looks at her, he remembers the night that should have been forgotten. “You don’t belong in my world,” Damian snaps, his gaze sharp as ice. “I never wanted to be in it,” Elena fires back, her chin trembling even as she holds it high. “Then why can’t I forget you?” he murmurs, more to himself than to her. And when Damian discovers the little boy she’s been protecting is his own, he’ll realize the one mistake he thought he hated… may be the only thing he’s ever truly wanted.

BLURB Loud cheers and applause rang on the air. Agnes smiled widely and hugged her husband’s arm in joy. It was their wedding day, and she was so happy that she can barely contain it. Perhaps it was the feeling called above the clouds? She looked up, wanting to see the happiness in her husband’s, Leon, eyes. He was also smiling, but what contained his eyes and barely obvious intent hidden behind his smile made Agnes shudder as fear slowly showed its way inside her whole body. Her smile faded. Her husband was smiling. He was smiling with joy, not because he was happy with the wedding- he was smiling like a beast who has their prey on his foot- [CLANG!] Before Agnes knew it, the shouts of happiness were replaced by cries of despair. The claps and applause was replaced by hurtful sounds of slaps. The colorful, bright and joyous venue was replaced by dark, damp and scary room. Agnes just saw her pathetic self on the corner of that room; she was still and was looking at nowhere. She remained motionless, but in her mind, she was trembling in fear and helplessly crying in despair; “Please help me out from here!”

The project I had poured my heart and soul into earned the company over a hundred million in profit, yet the credit was handed to the vice president's nephew. I stood in a corner, the stack of source code documents trembling in my hands, nearly crushed by my grip. That nephew—who couldn't even get Hello World to compile—was now on stage, smiling brightly as he accepted the award. The vice president came over and draped an arm around my shoulder like we were old friends. "You're just an outsourced worker," he said casually. "These honors wouldn't mean anything to you anyway. Jason is new. He's got limitless potential. From now on, you'll be responsible for mentoring him properly." Only then did I realize that decades of struggle had been nothing more than laying out a red carpet for someone else's glory. That very night, while reviewing the project's code repository, I discovered a massive flaw—one serious enough to bring the entire system crashing down within three days.

My husband, Kieran, is the heir to the Thompson family. In the three years of our arranged marriage, he has never once touched me. I told myself he was just cold and guarded, that I could find a way into his heart, little by little. Then one day he came home drunk, pinned me to the bed for the first time, and called out his first love's name. "Camilla, all these years... I've thought of you every second of every day..." That was when I knew. All the passion and love he possessed was already spent on another woman. I pushed him away, burned every photo of us, and went to a high-end club in New York full of handsome male models. Nine months later, I walked into the airport with my newborn baby in my arms. Later, Kieran searched the world for me, his eyes bloodshot. He asked in a trembling voice why I never told him I was pregnant, why I wouldn't let him see our baby. I glanced at him and gave a light, breezy smile. "Who said the baby was yours?"

After dating Asher Bennett for ten years, he finally proposes to me. He puts a blindfold on me, claiming that he wants to give me a surprise. But the moment I step into the room, I feel a bucket of cold water being splashed onto me. "When are you going to wake up from your fantasies, Claire Sutton? Why would I even marry you in the first place?" With trembling hands, I take off the blindfold, only to see Asher sitting on the couch while drinking some alcohol languidly. "See? I told you she'd come! Whoever's the loser of this bet, you'd better pay for the drinks!" Upon noticing my silence, Asher says mockingly, "Hey, Claire! You're not getting any younger, you know! So, you might as well just marry some random dude at this point to avoid growing old all by your lonesome!" The moment his words fall, his friends all laugh at me while looking at me in disdain. But when I follow Asher's instructions and marry another man, why is it that he regrets letting me go?

“Where the hell is Victoria?!” Mrs. Langston’s scream echoed through the hall, her voice trembling with anger. Everyone looked as confused as she was—the bride at the altar wasn’t her daughter. **** Victoria Langston—powerful, ambitious, and determined to save her family’s legacy, even at the cost of marrying someone she didn’t love—billionaire Micheal Sterling, left everything behind. She survived a fire accident, only to wake up with no memory of her past and a burning desire to escape from the life they claimed she once wanted. Jake Blackwell, her fiercest rival who also turned out to be her savior, lost everything in the fire—his identity, his position as the CEO of the Sharks Luxury Hotels, and most importantly, his father’s trust—driving him to seek revenge against the Langstons. In public, the two are sworn enemies, in a quest for power, and dominance over the other. But behind closed doors, their forbidden desires burn uncontrollably. Shattered by the flames, consumed by revenge, and betrayed by every trusted ally—will they discover the truth before their pain destroys them? Or will it be too late to heal their decaying scars?

On the day the true heiress and I swapped places, my childhood sweetheart, bound to me by a promise made in youth, gripped my hand before our families and declared, "I chose you, not your title." Anna Pedersen, tears brimming in her eyes, enveloped me in a trembling embrace. "Joanne, we'll always be family. I'd never take what's rightfully yours." Everyone assumed I'd turned misfortune into fortune. Though I lost my status as the Pedersen heiress, I gained a steadfast lover and a selfless sister. But three years after fate corrected itself, photos of Calvin Thomas escorting Anna to a prenatal checkup flooded the internet. When I confronted him, he exhaled a plume of smoke and said coolly, "Anna is my true betrothed. This is just setting things right. Why are you so worked up?" He seized my wrist and dragged our engraved engagement ring across the back of my hand, leaving a bloody gash. "This scar will remind you of the twenty years of life you stole. Your life and I belong to their rightful owner."

“Bear me a son, and I will grant you freedom.” Those were the first words I spoke to her. Cold. Ruthless. Monster. I am Nikolai Kenji Ivanshov, Alpha of the Thornmoon Pack, feared, obeyed, and cursed to forget anything resembling love. I wasn’t made for softness. I wasn’t made for hope. I was born to rule… and to destroy the Vampire Lord who murdered my mother. Then Vena Ravensong appeared on my land, red-haired, trembling, and hiding secrets behind her pretty eyes. I took her in as my breeder. Nothing more. Vena… I did not come to the Thornmoon Pack willingly. I was sent by the vampire who owns my blood, ordered to gain Nikolai’s trust, to betray him… all to save my sister. Nikolai Ivanshov is no savior to me. He is just another powerful man who believes my body is his to claim, my future his to dictate. He wants an heir. I want to survive. I will bear his son, and in return, he will grant me my freedom. WARNING: This is a very dark romance novel and contains mature themes, you are warned.

She was being chased, scared... trembling as she ran unknowingly into a strange man.. She has always been hated and treated unfairly by everyone.. She was something that disgust everyone, until she realized it could be the end of her.... He is dominant and he is greatly feared. Just his presence could make you pee on your pants, and a cold glance flickered at you, puts you down to your knee praying for the ground to open up. Daisie couldn't be sure of considering herself lucky or not for being saved by the man with the most intimidating presence she has ever felt. And it turned out he was her mate. Grey is the Alpha of Moonpeak pack. He is known as a killer of rogues and according to his past, killing is now like a profession to him. He needed his mate to free him from the burden in his life. Daisie found out there was more mystery to this than the ones perceived. Now that Grey has found Daisie do you think they would be happy? What if threats arises and come between them? Note: In this story, we have a special werewolf rank called 'Sigma'. The Sigma are the physically weak and about 10% of the population.

“Freya you have to tell him the truth.” Anna tells me, her face creasing in worry. “No, I can't, he'll kill me, he'll cut me to pieces, you know him.” I place my shaking hands on my trembling lips. “He wouldn't, he cares for you.” Anna hisses. “Same way he cared for his ex wife before he killed her, burned her to the ground in her own home.” I grit out. “Those are just rumors, it holds no ground to the truth.” Anna tries to convince me. “I can't stay Anna, I'm tired, I can't live like this anymore, I'm loosing my mind, pleaseee help me.” “But you can't just run away, he'll never forgive you, and when he finds you, you know he'll surely kill you then. Rino hates to be deceived.” Anna says frantically before lowering her voice to a whisper. “Especially not when you run away with his child.”