Unnamed Memory: After The End Novels & Stories

Our wedding anniversary also happens to be our son's birthday. A month in advance, I carefully plan a family trip for the three of us—me, my husband, and our son. But right before we're supposed to leave, both of them suddenly disappear on me. I'm left standing alone in the pouring rain, dialing their numbers. On the other end, my son's young voice comes through, sounding cold and impatient. "Dad's having dinner with Ms. Moore. We don't want to go anymore." The call ends, and I'm blocked. Later that night, they intentionally lock me out of the house. I'm left standing in the freezing cold all night long. Soaked from the rain, I come down with a high fever and develop pneumonia. Meanwhile, my husband and son are off vacationing with Sophia Moore, smiling for a happy family photo with just the three of them. And in that moment, I know this marriage has truly come to an end.

When Icarra Moonstone, a fierce yet underestimated wolf of the Crescent Moon Pack, dares to defy the Alpha of the rival Ironclaw Pack, she never imagined rejection could cut so deep. Branded weak and unwanted, she leaves, only to discover she is carrying his child, a secret that could shake both packs to their core. Now, Icarra must navigate the treacherous world of pack politics, hidden enemies, and her own growing power while protecting her unborn child. But fate has other plans. The Alpha, ruthless yet irresistible, returns, seeking what he once discarded. Torn between revenge, forbidden attraction, and survival, Icarra faces a dangerous question: Can a woman rise from humiliation to claim her destiny—even when the man who broke her heart refuses to let go? Pregnant After the Alpha Rejected Me is a tale of passion, power, and the ultimate revenge of a wolf who refuses to be tamed.

I died the day my husband forced the doctors to take our baby from my womb. I thought I’d never love again after losing my ex-boyfriend to a heart attack. But fate gave me a second chance. I married the man I adored, a billionaire named Maxwell. Just when I was about to share the joyful news of my pregnancy, I caught him getting cozy with my best friend, Morgana. Worse, he believed her lies: I was a drug addict. The truth? I was battling a severe mental illness triggered by my ex’s death. I needed medication to cope, but Maxwell never cared to understand. He refused to believe a word I said. They locked me away in a private rehab clinic. But that place wasn’t for healing, it was a trap. Morgana used it to cut me off from Maxwell and torment me without consequence. And just when I thought things couldn’t get worse… Maxwell signed off on a surgery to take my baby. I lay on that cold operating table, tears streaming down my face, and died in the fire that followed—broken, betrayed, and alone. But I never expected to wake up again. This time, I have a new life. A new family. And even one of my children survived. Maxwell, Morgana—this time, I’m coming back. And you’re both going to pay.

I went abroad for a year to further my studies and kept in touch with my girlfriend through video calls every day. One day, I saw her first love posted a photo with a caption: [We are finally back together after ten years!] In the photo, my girlfriend was visibly pregnant, holding the arm of the man next to her with a sweet smile.

The seventh time Claire Fisher bailed on our marriage license appointment, I finally cut her out of my life—for good. From then on, if she was at a party, I wasn't. When she was scheduled to perform at our college's anniversary celebration, I made sure to leave early. The moment my company announced a collaboration with hers, I resigned without a second thought. Even on Christmas Eve, when she showed up at my parents' house with gifts, I slipped out with a half-hearted excuse about "visiting a friend." I blocked her number. Deleted her from my contacts. Burned every bridge and salted the earth behind me. No calls. No texts. No social media. I didn't reach out. She couldn't reach me. Simple as that. For the better part of my life, I was hopelessly in love with her—waiting on her, caring for her, putting her first in every way that mattered. I gave her all of me without ever holding back. But after the seventh time she left me sitting alone at the City Hall, something inside me broke. I was done. If that meant spending the rest of my life alone, so be it. Better that than sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the silence, holding on to hope for someone who never planned to show up.

After rebirth, Davi planned to take revenge on his husband and mistress which pushed him to end his life. Everything works according to plan, but why is he under the villain's body, indulging in pleasure and doting? "Who do you belong to?" with tears falling from his eyes and a few heavy breaths, Davi answered the alpha above him, “I be-belong to my h-husband!” The alpha was not contented and asked again while bullying the omega, “Who's your husband?” With a face mixed with embarrassment and pleasure, he answered, “Liam… Liam Noah!” Liam: Good boy~~ Davi: I want a second divorce! ᕕ( ╯°□° )ᕗ

She married him because of a contract, not love. He stayed because it was convenient, not because he cared. For three years, she played the perfect wife- silent, patient, invisible, while his heart belonged to someone else. When the woman he truly loved returned, divorce was the only thing he offered her. Broken but not weak, she signed the papers and walked away, determined to rebuild her life and reclaim the version of herself she lost in that marriage. But when she finally learns how to live without him, he realizes his biggest mistake was letting her go. Now regret follows him everywhere. The woman he once ignored is no longer waiting. And love is no longer guaranteed. In a marriage that began with a contract and ended in divorce, can love find its way back—or is this second chance already too late?

Susan was devastated when she found her husband sleeping with another woman. She packed her bags and left the marriage. When other men gave her attention, Mark couldn’t take it. Jealousy was written all over his face. “Come with me. I will take you home “He grabbed her hands intending to walk away with her but she pulled them away irritably. ” I am sorry Mark, but you are my ex-husband and I wonder what all this drama is for. I have my life ahead of me and I am never going to get dragged behind by you. I will choose who I want to be with and it is not you.” Then she moved to another city to start her new life unaware that she was pregnant with her ex-husband’s baby. But another man appeared in to the picture and forced his way in to her life. Ethan Griffins was a stranger she met in the club and danced with intimately to get back at her ex-husband not knowing that she would be married to him the next day. “Your wife…. You are scaring me. Please, I am not ready for this kind of a jock. We are practically strangers and I just got out of a marriage that didn’t do me any good. Why would I want to get married to you and when did I even agree to marry you” she stammered. Her brown eyes dilated as she searched his eyes for answers. “It doesn’t matter what is going on in your head but now you are mine and you will stay with me if you want peace in your life. “

Struggling college student Lena Carter works late-night deliveries to keep herself afloat, surviving on tips, exhaustion, and determination. Every night she delivered to his door. Every night he gave her another reason to stay. Lena thought Adrian Cole was just a customer. She was wrong. He was temptation in a tailored suit. And once he decided he wanted her— walking away was never part of the story. What begins with after-hours orders and dangerous flirtation soon spirals into a passionate connection neither of them can control. The deeper she falls, the harder it becomes to tell where attraction ends… and obsession begins. Because Adrian doesn’t pursue halfway. And Lena may be the one thing he refuses to let go. Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours is a seductive romance filled with longing, tension, possessive love, and the kind of chemistry that burns hottest after dark. Some deliveries arrive late. Some change everything.

After I was reborn, when Blake's childhood sweetheart Catherine cut a lock of my hair during a party dare — again — I didn't do what I did in my past life. I didn't shear off all her hair in front of everyone and turn her into a bald wolf. I didn't lose control and storm into the Council of Elders when Blake defended her, threatening to sever our mate bond. Instead, I calmly removed the Luna's crown from my head and placed it on Catherine's. "The crown's hers now. Have fun with her." I put on my coat and walked out of the estate without looking back. It wasn't that I wanted to bow to Catherine. But in my past life, after I severed the bond with Blake, things went horribly wrong. He threw me into a cell made of pure silver, like I was some irredeemable criminal, and left me there while the metal scorched my skin day and night. When I finally escaped, I was poisoned by a witch from a rival pack. Dying from the pain, I abandoned every shred of my dignity and crawled to the doors of the Temple of the Moon Goddess, begging him to let the witch give me the antidote. He was kissing Catherine. He didn't even tell his guards to let me in. I died from the poison — one day before my father, the Alpha King, came to find me. I refused to meet that fate again. So I was done with Blake.