Wan Jie Du Zun Novels & Stories

For three years, Nathan and his family treated me like I was an empty can because I wasn't able to conceive a child. I watched Nathan get close to my cousin but I couldn't do anything. He wanted her first. When I finally received the news about my pregnancy, I wasn't happy about it but I hoped it would save my marriage. However, just when I was about to tell Nathan, my husband, I found out that my cousin was also carrying his child. Nathan divorced me and I chose to keep the baby a secret from him and started a new life after the divorce. Five years later, I am now a famous fashion designer in London. Seeing this and my daughter, Nathan wants me back desperately, apologizing for all he has done but I can't think of accepting him because I am now into a man who I eventually learn is his uncle. Mateo is my savior and sponsor, but when things become very intense, I see myself wanting him, but my ex-husband returns, and now I'm stuck between a hard place and a rock. I want to be with Mateo, but Nathan shows that he has really changed; who…who now?

"I, Luciano Salvatore, reject you as my mate!!" He yelled and balls of tears rolled down her cheeks. The whirlwind blew across her supposed reddened face as she fought herself to open up her mouth and accept the cruel fate. "I, Katerina Jones, accept your rejection!" She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. **** Katherina Jones is despised in the Mystic Moonpack for being weak and an outcast. Sold to Luciano Salvatore, the ruthless Alpha king, she discovers he's her mate. Despite her efforts, he rejects her, leaving her pregnant and abandoned. As she attracts other Alpha kings, Luciano returns. Now faced with a new Lycan king mate, she must choose between a loveless marriage for her children or pursuing her happiness. Will the moon goddess intervene, reshaping Katherina's destiny?

EXTRACT.... *** He pushed me to the wall as he pinned my hands above my head. "Alpha Na..na." He placed his hands over my lips as he slowly started to kiss my neck. "It’s Nathan to you." "This is wrong; I’m already married to Alpha Damian." I tried saying something, and just then, he pulled away from me. "I don’t care. We’re mates, and so what if I had rejected you then? I want you back now, Isabella." He told me. *** When Nathan Grayson found out an omega, a lowly wolf, named Isabella was his mate, he rejected her immediately. To him, such a powerful alpha as himself couldn’t be mated to an omega, and as a result, he kicked her out. Sometime later, he is on the verge of losing his wolf, and only one person can help: his rejected mate, Isabella. He wants her back, but there’s one problem: she is now married to the deadliest alpha of all time, alpha Damien.

Nyx Torelio thought she had left her small Sicilian town behind to chase her dream of becoming a photographer in Milan. But when her mother dies, she’s forced to return home and take over the family restaurant, only to find her stepfather, Gus, isn’t who she expected. Calm, kind, and protective, he stirs feelings in Nyx she can’t ignore but their growing attraction is dangerous and complicated.When a man from her past reappears and deadly secrets about her father and Gus’ hidden life come to light, Nyx is drawn into a world of lies, mafia violence, and betrayal. She must navigate love, trust, and survival while deciding who to believe and who to fight.

Shenaya, who had always believed herself to be an Omega wolf, discovered that she is, in fact, of Alpha blood. Her fate intertwined with the Cruelest Alpha after her one-night stand with him. Alpha Aiden had been cruel to her since she began working for him as his personal Omega. This unexpected encounter led to a forced marriage with the Alpha she dreaded the most. Bewitched, Alpha Aiden's actions revealed a dark secret, causing Shenaya to leave him. By the time he regained his senses, Shenaya was long gone. Will fate bring them back together?

“I, Nikolai Ashwood, the future Lycan King of the Bloodmoon pack, reject you Lilliana Ayers as my mate and future Luna.” He affirmed, his eyes bloodshot with anger as they pierced through me. I could feel the heart wrenching pain from the rejection, especially since he’s an alpha and my body threatened to break. “But if you think for once that I’ll ever let you go, then you’re severely mistaken.” He growled through gritted teeth, his hands wrapped around my neck and depriving me of air. ————————————— Lilliana Ayers, an omega maid of the bloodmoon pack, never imagined that her life would change on her 18th birthday. Little did she know that she was fated to be the mate of the Lycan prince, the soon to be King and the cruelest of all alphas. She wasn’t expecting him to accept her as his mate so the rejection wasn’t shocking to her, what was most shocking was the fact that he refuses to let her go, defying all expectations! Nikolai Ashwood, The future Lycan King of the pack already knew Lilliana was his mate from the day he turned 18 but how was he, the future king, going to accept a mere maid as his mate?! It’s unheard of but something about Lilliana was exciting to Nikolai and he doesn’t want to let her go, at-least not just yet. Staying in the Bloodmoon pack, Lilliana had no other choice than to obey the wishes of Nikolai Ashwood. What happens when the obsessive and cruel Lycan king gives in to the scorching attraction? Will Lilliana accept the man who rejected her back?

Swiveling her way to finish her last academic year to take over her Mafia and inherited possessions. Marwa's existence is threatened and danger seemed to reel its way to her rather peaceful systematic life. Striving to leave her in a pool of blood with an aching heart and a destroyed future. The danger at hand was to be eliminated. However, her life was about to change and she didn't know if it was for good or bad bringing people she had tried to forget about. The Martinez twins. They ignited a blazing fire she didn't think she was holding within her. She hated them enough to pull them in to bathe in her fire turning them to ashes of death, love and lust. Ultimately, unaware of the treason happening within her most trusted circle. Marwa, Victoriano and Vincentius fight to unravel the traitor and bring them to justice before they end them and everyone they loved.

My husband—one of the top elites of Raventon Street, cold and ruthless to his core—keeps a stray orphan girl he rescued from the slums hidden in an apartment. Rowena Fletcher is clean and fragile, like a newborn creature untouched by the world. And somehow, that innocence softens something in Micah Benson—a man who's spent years clawing his way through the brutal wilderness of capital. He thinks this secret game of his goes unnoticed, but I find out anyway. At the Benson family's charity gala, I smash his favorite antique vase in front of everyone. He doesn't even flinch as he simply signals the bodyguards to clean up the mess and then hands me a divorce agreement. "Sign it, Sabrina. The penthouse in Ashbourne City is yours." I burn the divorce agreement—and that's when he finally shows his true colors. He freezes all my accounts and launches a hostile takeover of my gallery. On the night the storm hits, I get a call from the hospital. My sister, Roberta Slater, has been in a car crash—she needs emergency surgery. In the security footage, he stood there, watching coldly. "Sign the papers, or start planning a funeral." I dropped to my knees and slammed my forehead against the floor, blood trailing down my face as I begged, "Micah, please… don't…" A long, flat beep echoed from the other end of the line, slicing through the sound of rain. Then a voice on the line says, "We did everything we could." However, I have gone back in time—to the day I first found out about Rowena. This time, I no longer cry. Instead, I plan my divorce on my own terms. I call Valebrook Bank that same night and begin preparing for a quiet disappearance. But the moment I truly vanish from his world, Micah loses his mind.

Five years into marriage, Silvia Serra becomes both Dante Valenti's most lethal weapon and his most invisible presence. She shields him from bullets. She crosses a freezing river for him. Her scars accumulate, and his response is an assumption that it is how things are meant to be. In time, Dante grows repulsed by the violence clinging to her. He derides her lack of charm and gives his warmth to another woman instead. He allows others to grind down her dignity, and with a new lover in his arms, he openly stains her name. Silvia tolerates it so she can continue guarding him. Everyone mocks her as if she's numb to it all, driven away again and again, but never truly gone. Then comes the night of pounding rain. Cast aside without ceremony, Silvia erases every sign she was ever there and leaves with finality. Dante treats it as nothing more than sulking, convinced she will return within three days. Later, the once-untouchable Don was seen on his knees at Silvia's feet, stripped of all pride, begging her to turn back and look at him just once.

Karen had invested her last penny in the business she had recently established and was eagerly awaiting the promised funds from her benefactor to take it to the next level. "Maybe he forgot. I should remind him," she thought, and promptly sent a text message: ‘I hate to sound desperate, but my finances are tight.’ After sending the message, she realized she had used the wrong number. She quickly started typing, ‘Please ignore the...’ when an alert popped up on her phone: ‘Five billion dollars transferred to you by Roger Dawson.’ Roger? The first name sent a chill down her spine, but the last name left her puzzled. "Roger? Could it be Tonia's bodyguard?" That was his number, but when did his name change? Her phone rang immediately, and the name she had feared for months echoed in her ears, his voice filled with emotion yet calm like a winter breeze. "Karen, stay put, I'm on my way to you." The call ended before she could process it. He was the reason she had fled, refusing to sign the divorce papers. Her love for him was unrequited, his heart belonging to her adopted sister, but what hurt more was the feeling of being traded between friends like a commodity. She would rather die than return.