Vale In Mobile Legends Novels & Stories

For seven months, billionaire heir Donovan Knight has been obsessed with one woman: Scarlet Rose, the mysterious dancer who performs at the city's most exclusive club. He's offered her champagne, his penthouse, enough money to buy the entire venue, she won't even look at him twice. Then one night, riding home from a performance, Harper Monroe crashes her bicycle directly into him. Donovan takes one look at her oversized glasses, frizzy wig, and unfortunate mole, and tells her brutally that she's not his type. Harper, who is actually Scarlet Rose in disguise, tells him he's an arrogant jerk and rides away. Days later, their meddling mothers arrange a marriage between them. Donovan is horrified. Of all the women in the city, he's being forced to marry the plain, boring girl who insulted him. Harper is equally disgusted, she's being pushed into marriage with the shallow playboy who's been harassing her alter ego for months. They agree to a marriage in name only. Separate lives. Separate bedrooms. No emotions involved.

Lillian Harper dropped out of nursing school to become a housewife to Nathaniel Brooks, through a contract marriage arranged by their families During their marriage, Nathaniel brought other women into their home and made it clear that their union was nothing more than a contract agreement. Then one evening, he handed her divorce papers and sent her packing out of the house. But the next morning, he was standing on her mother's porch, begging her to come back. What changed overnight? William Brooks is dead. And his will contain a single clause that neither of them saw coming. If the couple divorced within twelve months after his death, every controlling share of the Brooks Group of Companies transfers to entirely to Lillian Harper. The empire Nathaniel was born to inherit now sits completely in the hands of the woman he divorced. Will Lillian sign the papers and walk away with empire he never thought she deserved? Or..... will she give Nathaniel a second chance, knowing his motives may never be entirely pure? Lillian Harper is done being weak. She will not sign the divorce papers and set him free. She will not take him back and make things easy. She is going to finish her degree, live life to the fullest, and watch Nathaniel Brooks watch every single moment of it while he slowly comes to understand what he has lost. But there is a problem! Vanessa Clarke, Nathaniel's current girlfriend and the woman he humiliated Lilian with for three years, has no intention of watching quietly. She wants Nathaniel, she wants the empire, and she wants Lillian goen by any means necessary. What follows is twelve months of social warfare, failed schemes, family secrets, and a love story that neither of them planned for

When my son suffered a heart attack in the middle of the night, I rushed him to the hospital where my wife worked. Instead of taking charge herself, she handed the operation to an intern. "New doctors need opportunities to learn. I'll be right there supervising. Nothing will happen." But before the surgery even began, a phone call pulled her away, leaving a trembling Marvin Vance alone in the operating room. My son never made it off the operating table. I collapsed in the hallway, sobbing in grief. Yet I overheard my wife gently comforting Marvin. "For your first surgery, you held on this long. You've done an amazing job, my little cinnamon roll." Awkwardly copying trendy slang younger people used online, she reassured him with endless patience. Then she turned to me with a cold expression and demanded that I sign a letter forgiving Marvin. "He has his whole future ahead of him. You can't destroy his life." I tore the document to pieces and threatened to call the police and expose what had happened. In response, she arranged for a medical donation and had my son's body dissected that very night. Driven insane by grief, I threw myself from a building while clutching my son's ashes. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of my son's surgery. This time, I immediately contacted my parents and transferred him to another hospital. But that night, they still dissected a child.

Freshly 21 and free from her father’s clutches, Rae Buxton lands her first big girl job as a CEO’s assistant. But on her very first day she runs into a problem…she’s already fallen into bed with her new boss! Caleb Wolfe is hot, moody, and a perpetual bachelor. Accidentally sleeping with his newly hired PA wasn’t in his grand plan…and neither was this budding obsession with her.

My husband had a debt he couldn’t pay. So he paid it with me. Damien Voss is the most dangerous man in the city. Cold, powerful, and used to getting exactly what he wants. And for reasons I don’t yet understand, what he wanted was me. I told myself six months. I told myself I could survive anything for six months. I didn’t know he had been watching me for three years. I didn’t know my husband had been lying in ways that went deeper than money. And I didn’t know that by the time the truth came out, I wouldn’t be sure which man was more dangerous. The one who sold me. Or the one who bought me.

Celeste Ashveil was never meant to be Luna, everyone made sure she knew it. So when her fated mate rejects her before the entire pack, she doesn’t break, she disappears. One reckless night at Moonfall changes everything. Behind a mask, she meets a stranger who doesn’t see weakness but only fire. For the first time, Celeste felt powerful. Then he destroys her world. Two days later, her pack lies in ashes… and the stranger returns as Kaelan Draven—the ruthless Alpha of Ravencrest, her enemy… and her mate. But Celeste refuses to bow. In front of his entire court, she rejects him. An Alpha has never been denied. Not like this. Kaelan didn’t punish her. Because the bond between them isn’t the only thing that shouldn’t exist. The war between their packs is built on a lie buried for generations and Celeste, the girl no one chose, may be the one destined to unravel it. Even if it destroys them both.

When my father asked me to choose between the two Lewis brothers I had grown up with to get married to, I chose Joseph Lewis. He was the man I had secretly loved for 13 years. But on the day of our wedding, his stepsister, Jessica Lewis, leaped off the rooftop of the hotel. She left behind a letter written in blood, blessing Joseph and me with a lifetime of love and happiness. It was only then that I learned that the two of them had been secretly in love for years. At the wedding, Joseph lost control in front of everyone, declaring that he would no longer be concerned with any worldly affairs. I was left standing helplessly in place. For the rest of his life, he lived in guilt, keeping vigil beside Jessica's grave. I resented his deceit, yet stubbornly clung to our marriage, and we tormented each other for years. This went on until we were kidnapped one day. To save me, he perished together with the kidnappers. Before he died, he looked at me and said, "Evelyn, it was wrong of me to keep it from you. But now that both Jessica and I are gone, that should settle the debt, shouldn't it? If there's a next time, don't choose me again." Then, I reopen my eyes to see that I have returned to the day when my father asked me to choose my fiance. This time, I will firmly choose his elder brother, Theodore Lewis.

He knocked once. She opened the door. Nothing has been the same since. Maya has spent the last two years learning how to breathe again. After surviving a violent relationship that shattered her from the inside out, all she wants is silence. Safety. Control. But when a new tenant moves in next door, her carefully rebuilt life begins to unravel. Elias Graves is tall, quiet, and just out of prison. No past. No apologies. No promises. He doesn’t ask for anything. He just watches. And when Maya leaves her door unlocked one night, he walks in. What begins as a collision of need and heat quickly spirals into something darker, something Maya swore she would never want again. He gives her the pain she craves and the pleasure she hates herself for needing. But secrets live between their bodies, and some doors—once opened—won’t ever close again. This is not a love story. It’s a story about addiction. About survival. About surrendering to a man who might just ruin her… or finally teach her how to survive the fire.

He slid the divorce papers across the table like I was nothing. Three years of marriage, three years of me thinking he loved me, gone because his first love was back. I walked away pregnant, alone, disappearing from his life without a trace. Years later, I raised my son, I've built my life from scratch, away from him, Until my estranged father dies. Sudden, I'm the heiress to a multi- billion-dollar empire. He learns about it, and now he's sorry, wants me back, and our son, realizing too late what he lost. But I didn't owe him. Not my heart. Not my son. Not my life. Then Maxwell Kingston appears with a deal I can't refuse: a contract to protect my son, secure my empire, and put a claim on me in ways I've never expected. Every look, every word, every touch sets me on fire. Now I'm stuck between the man begging for redemption and the one who already owns me. So who do I choose before everything I've fought so hard for burns to ashes?

Three years of marriage. Three years of hell, humiliation, and being compared to a ghost. To Alexander Hale, the ruthless CEO feared by all Abigail was never a wife, only a woman that desperately wanted her best friends lover. He didn’t know that Abigail was the real pen pal who healed him with her letters... the same woman whose heart he crushed beneath his arrogance. Until the night she vanished. Declared dead after a brutal car accident, Abigail left behind only her wedding ring and a diary that shattered every illusion Alexander ever had. But fate is far from finished. Months later, Alexander attends his cousin’s wedding, only to see his dead ex-wife again. Alive. Pregnant. And standing beside another man.