Version Control Novels & Stories

On the day my father gets exiled from the pack due to him losing control of himself and endangering the pack, everyone gives me and my younger sister, Sunna Jones, two options. Option one is to stay with my mother, who has been with the Alpha of a pack. Option two is to follow my father, who's prone to losing control of himself, to the wilds. In my previous life, Sunna quickly chose our mom. I packed my belongings and followed our dad down the path of exile. Unexpectedly, Dad found a way to stabilize his insane power. That was how he became a Beta of a powerful pack. On the other hand, Sunna was torn into pieces by her stepfather, who lost control of his power and shifted into a rabid wolf. After we both get reborn, Sunna doesn't hesitate to take Dad's hand. "I like Dad even more, Alice. You and Mom should stay in the pack and live peacefully." Dad turns his violent gaze toward Sunna momentarily. Then, he drags her away. I don't bother stopping her from making her choice. Naturally, I choose to stay with Mom. What Sunna doesn't know is that the reason why Dad was able to stabilize his power in the previous life was thanks to me sacrificing my soul. Now that I get another chance to make my choice, I don't have to endure Dad's beatings anymore. I just want to spend the rest of my life in peace.

"Don't come closer to me Gabby," Steve shouted as he pushed her away. His other nature had taken over him and he could not control his desire to have fresh blood. Gabby was a few meters from him but he could smell the sweet scent of her blood and he was sure he could not control himself from hurting her. "Big brother, I can give you some blood to quench your thirst," She said as she tried moving towards Steve. Before she could blink, wings grew on his shoulders and he flew high up to the sky. Gabby knew that he was very angry and he had gone for a rampage so that he could calm down and she blamed herself for making him angry. Steve is a human -fox who is madly in love with his step sister Gabby. He later discovers that she is a half wolf too. Will Gabby fall in love with him? Will she accept a half human half fox for a boyfriend?

Aiden had it all: the perfect Alpha legacy, ruthless control over a sprawling family empire, and a future carved in power. Then came the second differentiation. Overnight, his body betrayed him, twisting him into an Omega and shattering everything he built. His strength vanished. His pride crumbled. And the heat that followed nearly destroyed him.

I slid under his arms, seeking a safe place to catch my breath. I noticed a playful smile on his lips, but I chose to ignore it. "Will the transformation hurt?" I lowered my gaze and whispered. "First, your bones start to break, sending you to the ground," his eyes were closed. "Then, thick fur will grow all over your body. The limb stretching, I think that's the most thrilling part of the pain." The Alpha teased with a flicker of his tongue before continuing. "Next comes the shortening of the snout and the development of sharp claws and fangs." "Will I become irrational?" I covered my mouth, trying to control the knot that had formed in my throat. "How do you control it?" Laughing, he had already reached me and pulled me close, digging his claws not too deeply into my hip, causing a painful moan. "It takes strength, training, and having the goddess on your side, human..." He withdrew his claws, leaving only a long scratch, and returned to my chin, scratching it and collecting a drop of blood. He licked it and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be here throughout your trial..." "To make sure I die?" With tears in my eyes, I took a few more steps towards his dangerous game, realizing that his breathing was slightly heavier. "You remind me a lot of her," he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine. "To ensure your transformation doesn't get out of control and to witness the deity's choice." With more pressure on my forehead, he forced me to take a few steps back in pain.

One contract. No escape. And a husband who craves control—in and out of the bedroom. Alessia Romano never expected her body would be the price for peace. But when her father forces her into a contract marriage with Dante Moretti—the powerful, merciless don of their sworn rivals—she’s thrown into a world of silk sheets and brutal dominance. Dante isn’t just older, colder, and dangerously hot. He’s a man ruled by one obsession: control through pleasure. And Alessia? She’s his new addiction. Insatiable, possessive, and unapologetically sinful, Dante doesn’t just want a wife—he wants a toy, a temptress, a captive queen. His hunger is endless. His rules are twisted. And Alessia quickly discovers that surrendering to him means losing more than her freedom—it means being owned. But in a world drenched in power, betrayal, and lust, can obsession turn into love… or will it burn them both alive?

I woke up in a penthouse dressed up for Christmas, having no memory of how I got here. With a stranger sitted beside my hospital bed, his dark eyes watching me like I was something precious he was afraid to lose. He says his name is Damien Cross, my husband. He says we were in an accident two weeks before Christmas, and that I've forgotten everything about our perfect life together. But nothing felt right. The staff won't meet my eyes. My phone had no history. And when I found a journal hidden behind wrapped gifts in my dressing room, the handwriting is mine, but the words were a warning: Do not trust him. Leave before Christmas. You know what he did. Damien surrounded me with holiday magic, kisses under the mistletoe, and planned romantic surprises beneath twinkling lights. He's everything a husband should be: protective, tender, devoted. Yet his love felt like a cage decorated with ribbons and bows. The closer we got to Christmas Eve, the more I remember fragments of another life. Arguments,Fear,Betrayal. One night I tried to run from him in the snow and never made it out. Now I have until Christmas Day to uncover the truth about my past before Damien's version of our love story becomes the only one that matters. Because the man who saved me might be the same man I was trying to escape.

"A Game of Mirrors. A World of Nightmares." When a group of high school friends hears about “The Reflection Game,” a supposed urban legend said to reveal one’s true destiny, they can’t resist the temptation to try it. The rules seem innocent enough: light a candle, stand in front of a mirror, and chant a mysterious incantation. What starts as a fun dare quickly turns into a nightmare when the mirror fractures, pulling them into a dark and twisted version of their reality. In this sinister mirror world, nothing is as it seems. Their reflections are no longer harmless—they’ve come to life, embodying their worst fears, regrets, and buried secrets. The friends soon realize the reflections are not just malevolent; they are determined to replace them in the real world. As they navigate this dangerous realm, the lines between reality and illusion blur, testing their sanity and relationships. Trapped in an escalating fight for survival, the group must unravel the mirror’s dark origins and uncover the truth about its curse. But every step forward reveals another horrifying revelation, and escaping may require them to sacrifice more than they’re willing to give. Will they outsmart their reflections, or will they lose themselves in the shadows forever? The Reflection Game is a gripping supernatural thriller that delves into the fragility of trust, the weight of secrets, and the consequences of crossing boundaries best left untouched. Filled with spine-chilling twists, heart-pounding suspense, and a touch of psychological horror, this tale will keep readers on the edge of their seats, questioning what’s real and what lurks beyond the mirror. In this distorted reality, every crack in the mirror reveals dark truths about their deepest fears and buried secrets. As the friends struggle to survive, they must confront it.

I died with my mother's name on my lips and the face of the man who killed her burned into my memory. I woke up two years later in a stranger's body with gentle hands and no past... just a quiet life, a herb garden, and the kind of peace that feels too clean to be real. I did not know who I was. I did not know what I had lost. Not yet. Then I found him bleeding in the forest. And I made the worst decision of my second life... I saved him. His name is Caius. He is the Alpha of Ironblood Pack, the most powerful and feared wolf in three territories. He is cruel in the way that powerful men are cruel... not with raised voices, but with absolute certainty that the world belongs to him. He looked at me with those cold eyes and he saw a healer. A useful thing. He brought me into his pack like a man bringing home a tool he found on the road. What I did not plan for was him. Not the real version of him... the one that shows up at the healer wing at strange hours with small injuries and no good reason to be there. The one who looks at me like I am something he cannot figure out. The one who, for the first time in what I suspect is his entire life, seems to want to be a better man. He is falling for me. And the worst part, the part I will never say out loud, is that I feel it too. My name is Maren. He does not know that yet. But he will.

There's a common secret kept by everyone in the upper crust. Liliana Coolidge loves me, her husband, to the core, and yet she loves the thrill of sleeping with others behind my back. She pampers her side pieces a lot, but there's one taboo that they must follow no matter what. They must never show up in front of me at all. Everyone knows that I'm the man whom she's loved for a decade and the one she almost died to marry. Liliana has made it clear that if I were dead, she'd definitely follow me to the afterlife without a doubt. But this time, her latest side piece is a rebellious one. He actually shows up before me, thinking that he has Liliana to back him up. He spams my phone with tons of used condom photos, together with Liliana's sleeping visage. "Mr. Rivero, the strawberry ribbed condom overstimulates Ms. Coolidge too much, judging from the way she kept moaning the whole night. Had she used it when she was with you in the past?" Only at that moment do I realize that my wife, who loves me to the moon and back, has chosen to pour all the love she has for me while giving her body to other people. As I stare at the photos, I weep until I don't have any tears left. Then, I draft a divorce agreement and leave my signature there. But when I turn around, I notice a 17-year-old version of Liliana standing behind me with tears streaming down her face.

What can a woman possibly do in a society governed by men? What can a mere hija do stand out and be recognized as more than just as her husband’s wife or as her son’s mother? What more can woman become other than the shadow behind a man’s success. All her life, Alessandra wanted nothing more than to become the best grandchildren to her parents, the best child, the best student, the most beautiful and the most talented. She has exerted all her effort to continuously furnish herself to become a worthy heir for the family. She is articulate, eloquent, a magnum opus for a daughter. However, all of her achievements were never seen as an accomplishment to her relatives, but rather a threat to the success to the young male bloods in her family whom they have already placed their bets upon. For years, she was groomed the become just the second best to her brothers and cousins. To become no better than any man in the family. To just be the best among the rest of the girls, but never that of men. Being the young child that she is, she has become easily corrupted by the misogynistic and patriarchal ideas. She has succumbed to the suffocating standards set by her family, in the hopes that there will a place for her in the end. But to her surprise, she was later on married to the greedy and merciless rich version of a garbage creep – Carlos Montemayor. As she continuously spirals down into internal misogyny, misandry and selfish liberalism, can she find still find her way towards genuine empowerment and feminism? Would she be able to bring justice upon herself and the others, or will she instead become the person she hates the most?