Waiting For My Hogwarts Letter Novels & Stories

The year my family goes bankrupt, I cling to Ewan Rivera for one last night. When I wake up, I throw my final bit of money at him. "You can go cozy up to some other sugar mommy now. You don't need to degrade yourself by serving an ugly woman like me." I'm kicked out by the people liquidating our assets, and everyone points and laughs at the birthmark on my face. Meanwhile, Ewan's friends are busy celebrating his fresh start. "With a face like yours, tons of wealthy, gorgeous women are lining up for you. Why torture yourself with that ugly chick?" "Now that she's bankrupt, she won't cling to you anymore, right?" Five years later, Ewan has gone from being a broke campus heartthrob to a

Ivory Stone has tried and failed to seduce her stoic steward 999 times. She thinks that maybe Wilson Quill doesn't have a heart. Maybe he won't ever fall in love with anyone. But one day, she catches him pleasuring himself with a bracelet belonging to the fake heiress who stole her life.

In a world where werewolf packs are bound by loyalty, strength, and the ancient powers of the moon, Dawn’s life takes a dramatic turn when she finds herself thrust into a role she never imagined. Set in the heart of the Silvermoon Pack, Dawn’s love story with Alpha Xander begins with a bond of passion, loyalty, and the weight of leadership. Together, they navigate the responsibilities of leading a pack, the brewing war against traitors, and the shifting dynamics of power within the werewolf world. As enemies rise and alliances fall, Dawn and Xander face betrayal from within their own ranks. Amanda, a rogue traitor, threatens to dismantle the pack from the inside, pushing Dawn and Xander t

Emma parker thought Liam carter death ended their story. She was wrong. Six months after losing the man she loved, a mysterious letter arrives at her doorstep—written by Liam himself. As buried secrets begin to surface, Emma finds herself torn between the memory of her first love and Noah Bennett, the loyal man who has always been there for her. But some letters reveal more than the truth. They reveal betrayal, obsession, and a love triangle that could destroy them all. :::

The Moon Goddess Festival had turned the area around Holy Spring into a sea of celebration. A moonstone blessed by the Moon Goddess rolled through the gathered werewolves. One werewolf after another lunged for it and missed. Finally, it came to a stop at my feet. For a brief moment, the entire place fell silent. I bent down and picked it up. Soon, laughter and cheers erupted all at once. "Give it to Adrian and have him make it into your ring." "It's been five years. This is the Moon Goddess' will." "Hurry and hold your marking ceremony before the blessing fades! You'll be blessed by the Moon Goddess for life." Everyone exchanged knowing looks before turning to Adrian. I lowered my ga

A single letter. A mistaken identity. A dangerous obsession. When billionaire heir Adlan Roderick falls in love at first sight with a mystery woman at a bar, he knows he has to find her. Weeks later, he finally sends a heartfelt letter, only for it to land in the wrong hands. Laura George, a struggling young lady, receives the note instead of her neighbour, Lara George; the woman Adlan actually met. Intrigued by the passionate words, Laura somehow steps into the role of the woman Adlan desires. As their whirlwind romance begins, secrets start to unravel. The real Lara George is closer than Adlan realizes, living just rooms away but when the truth comes out, the obsession turns twisted. W

In my first life, I believed love was salvation. I tore my future apart for two men who had grown up beside me—Marcus Black and Damian Knight. I chose one of them, only to be abandoned on my wedding day for Elena Rivers. My grandmother died that same day, shattered by grief. When I was at my lowest, the other man took my hand and promised he would never betray me. I believed him. I married him. And slowly, my world went cold. I thought his distance was regret. I thought my failing health was fate. Until the night I was dying, and I watched him run past me—to save Elena, whose injuries were nothing more than a scratch. That was when I understood. My life had never been a love story.

My husband’s newly hired secretary had a terrible temper. Just because he casually picked a bite of food for me at the dinner table, she flew into a fit of rage and smashed every plate and bowl in the house. Then, she threatened to fake her death and deregister herself, saying she would disappear from my husband’s world forever. The moment he heard that, my husband panicked. He immediately abandoned me even though I was about to go into lung cancer surgery, and sped off on the highway, reenacting some over-the-top CEO drama of chase and pursuit. At three in the afternoon, the surgery was scheduled to begin. My husband called. His tone was apologetic. “As a boss, I have a responsibility t

Five years into therapy, my doctor pushed a consent form across the desk. "Electroconvulsive therapy is the most effective treatment available. But there's a strong chance you'll lose a significant portion of your memories." I stared at the form for a long moment, then picked up the phone and called my wife, Celeste Kendrick. As always, the call was routed to her company's front desk. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hartley. Ms. Kendrick is in a meeting." The receptionist's response was brief and professional. The whole exchange lasted less than three seconds. Five years ago, my mother died in an accident on the same day as our wedding. I left Celeste at the altar. After that, we were married on paper a

My husband Hades gave another woman my birthday celebration. Then he gave her my mother’s brooch. Then he let our son call her home. Nympha was the flower spirit who had grown up beside him. The healers said a curse was killing her, and she had only six months left before she disappeared forever. Hades said he only wanted her final days to be free of regret. So I was expected to be generous. Even when our five-year-old son, Eren, curled up beside her at the hearth and whispered that she felt more like home than I did, I still told myself he was only a child. Then one night, I heard him say to Hades, “Nympha is so gentle. So beautiful. I wish Mother could be more like her.” Hades only