We Are Never Getting Back Together Novels & Stories

Cassandra Raeburn has reincarnate She might have been Dark Moon Pack's Luna in her previous life, but she was looked down upon and treated with utter contempt. Despite enduring it all for six years, Thaddeus Fallon remained cold and heartless toward her, even ordering her to leave the pack when his first love woke up from a coma. Furious, Cassandra sought out the woman her mate was so enamored with, only to be attacked by a group of wolves on her way home. Just like that, waves of regret and anger washed over her as she met a brutal end in a dark, secluded corner... When Cassandra opened her eyes again, she was shocked to discover she had reincarnated. This time, however, neither love nor being with her destined mate mattered anymore. Her happiness was the only thing she wanted to fight for, and she was ready to live for herself. With that, she initiated the divorce and left the pack for good. When Thaddeus ran into Cassandra the next time, he was annoyed to find her in another man's arms. "We've only just broken our bond, and you're already looking for other men?" the Alpha fumed. No longer the meek and obedient Luna that he knew, Cassandra smiled. "That's my business. It has nothing to do with you."

Ernest West left the courtroom with wings on his feet. Leaving Don James was, in Ernest's opinion, the best thing he had ever done for himself. No more tense silences. No more Don's silent, smothering adoration. Ernest had been released. Three years have passed since then. Now, what once was the best choice has turned into a noose around their necks. There is a sinister provision buried within the small print of the divorce papers that Ernest's attorney overlooked; they are obligated to live together and manage the small beach hotel that they used to own as a couple for an entire year. Thus, Ernest finds himself back amid the groaning wooden boards and salty panes of glass within the walls of where their love once withered away. However, Don is no longer the same weak and longing man that Ernest abandoned. He now stands as an intimidating pillar of cold indifference, forged by the stony resolve and lack of concern. Not even a passing glance comes from Don’s green eyes, which regard Ernest with only polite reserve. A year of closeness. A year of unresolved tension. A year of dealing with each and every lie that Ernest tried to bury beneath "irreconcilable differences." In the beginning, the plan is a silent battle—appointments stuck to the fridge, dinners taken in different corners of the house. Yet, there’s something about closeness that reveals the whole truth. Ernest discovers the picture albums that Don never discarded. He listens to telephone conversations in the dead of night that reveal the loneliness he feels himself. And gradually, painfully, he discovers that the greatest error made wasn’t the separation. It was letting Don leave.

Five years ago, Olivia Derie made a deal with the devil himself. To save her mother from dying from stage-four brain cancer and settle her crushing debts, she signed away her freedom to ruthless Mafia don Vincenzo Moretti. The terms were simple: marry him, give him a child within nine months, and disappear from his life. But Olivia quickly realized Vincenzo’s cruelty knew no bounds. Beneath the cold façade was a man who viewed her as nothing more than a means to an end. When she discovered she was pregnant, the stakes became higher than her own survival. Fearing for her unborn child’s life—especially when Vincenzo made it clear he intended to dispose of her after the birth—Olivia did the unthinkable. She ran. Now she is back thinking she could start all over again with her daughter but the one person she never expected to see again walks back alive to her life: Vincenzo Moretti, But he doesn’t forgive, and he doesn’t forget. Now he’s found her. And he wants everything she took from him: He wants his heir. His wife. And the revenge he’s patiently waited years to exact. Olivia isn’t just his bride—she’s his obsession. Even though she ran, even though she stabbed him and vanished, he’s never let go. Now that he’s found her, he won’t let her slip away again. “When we meet again, Princess,” he whispers, “you’ll learn you were never free. You’re mine—now and always.” ---

Before married, Hannah was The Most Exalted Princess. She had thought a lot about her wedding. Her wedding would definitely be the most outstanding and enviable beyond anyone's. Meanwhile, her mate must be the most mighty and noble among the werewolf. And she would walk to him with her brother's gaze and the blessing of all werewolves. Her happiness would be waiting for me. Her fate was left undecided until ‌her 18th birthday… Abraham was the Alpha of the Black Pack, married Luna. But, as the male protagonist, he did not show up at the wedding ceremony. He didn't admit that Hannah was his Luna! He already had a lover in his heart! When Hannah and Abraham meet first, he emitted an extremely strong scent but he looked at she with such hatred and disgust at the same time. she did feel terrible. It felt like the volcano would erupt and the world would end in the next moment.Hannah expected the worst, thinking that she would be killed. Little did she know that death was the easy way out when her sentence was handed down and Fate intervened. Love or vengeance sometimes the lines that are drawn become a little blurred, and temptation is too much. Can Hannah forgive the pain he caused her?

After years of bullying me and even causing my grandmother's death, Jenna Sanders has finally had her life torn apart by Raymond Campbell. She can no longer hurt me, and I slowly move past my trauma with Raymond's guidance and help. I think it's finally time for me to be happy when I overhear his conversation with his friend. "You and Xyla are going to get married soon. When are you going to break things off with Jenna?" Raymond sounds disdainful. "She's nothing but something for me to pass the time! She's so evil that merely ruining her life isn't enough. I want her to be my filthy plaything and wish she were dead. That's my punishment for her!" His eyes gleam with anger and hatred toward Jenna, but my hand falls to my side. I no longer want to open the door, and my blood runs cold. The love I thought was pure turns out to be tainted by filth and cruelty. If that's all it is, I don't want it anymore.

Katherine Vale had given up everything for her husband her freedom, her dignity, her dreams. But after years of emotional torture and secret infertility drugs slipped into her veins, she discovered the man she loved had been preparing her downfall all along. When the truth exploded, so did her world. The poor, wolfless wife everyone had mocked was revealed to be the lost daughter of the Vale bloodline — sister to three powerful Alpha brothers who would burn kingdoms for her. Now she was back. Rich. Dangerous. Untamed. And when she crossed paths with Kendrick Draven, the cold heir to the Alpha throne, she found herself torn between vengeance and the fire that ignited every time he was near. She had sworn she’d never love again… But some wolves were born to bite back.

It was not until after I married Bennett that I found out he had a clingy little childhood friend who loved to play the victim. On the very first day of our marriage, at dinner, I simply asked Bennett to pass me a bite of food. She immediately exploded. "Holly, you're disgusting! Bennett already used those utensils, and you seriously asked him to serve you food? What, don't you have hands?" I froze, completely blindsided. Before I could even react, Bennett put down his spoon and went straight to her, wrapping her in his arms like she was the one who had been wronged. Then he turned to me and said I should just get my own food from now on. However, honestly, wasn't it normal for a husband to serve his wife a bite? What was so outrageous about that? I barely got a word out before Bennett shut me down in a low, firm voice. "That's final. If Rosie doesn't like it, then we're not doing it. End of discussion."

I was nine months along and ready to give birth, but my husband, Sean Conner, had me locked in the basement storage room and told me to hold the baby in. He said it was because his late brother’s wife, Quinn Faber, was also due today. Years ago, Sean and his brother had agreed that the first child born to the Conners would be raised as the heir and inherit the family inheritance. “Quinn’s baby must come first,” Sean said as if it were nothing. “She lost her husband and has nothing. You already have my love. It’s only right that the inheritance goes to her child.” The pain from the contractions folded me over, and I cried, begging him to take me to the hospital. He wiped my tears with a dangerously calm voice. “Stop the act,” he snapped. “I always knew you didn’t love me. All you care about is money and status. You forced labor to happen early so you could steal my nephew’s place… How can you be so cruel?” White-faced and shaking, I managed to whisper, “I can’t control when a baby comes. It’s a coincidence. I swear I don’t care about the inheritance. I love you!” He let out a cold laugh. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have pushed Quinn to sign that contract relinquishing her child’s inheritance. Fine. Once she has her baby, I’ll come back for you. After all, the child in your belly is my blood.” Sean stayed outside Quinn’s delivery room. Only after the newborn arrived did he remember me. He ordered his secretary to take me to the hospital, but the secretary’s voice trembled as he said. “Madam… and the baby… They’re both gone…” At that moment, Sean lost his mind.

Eight years ago, she sent the most dangerous man in New York to prison. Eight years later, he sat in a Cadillac parked by the Brooklyn Bridge, a cold smile on his face as he said, “A woman like you deserves to be alone.” No one knew she was sick with Alzheimer’s. It had gotten so bad that she could not even remember the way home. Yet, she remembered his face. She remembered every word he had ever said to her. She even remembered the star named “Christine.” On the first page of her diary, the same sentence was written over and over again. “Vincent Medici is the most important person in this world. No matter who I forget, I must never forget Vincent Medici.” She waited for him for eight years, but in the end, what she got was his indifference, news of his wedding, and him saying to her that someone like her did not deserve to be loved. She didn’t argue. Instead, on the last page of her diary, she quietly wrote, “That’s okay. I’m going to be with my mom now.” Amidst the five thousand streets in New York, he never found her again after that.

A bankrupt aristocratic family that only has a name on a paper residency document. Suddenly surprised by the arrival of a letter of application from the capital city. An application that came from a large, highly respected family. From the start it seemed strange but in the end they could no longer avoid it, with great compulsion the only daughter of the family had to go along with the envoy sent to pick her up for her future husband's castle. The proposal that was initially thought to be a blessing turned out to be a disaster, a family that, even though they live in poverty, enjoys everything with a smile. When they know the fate of the girl who was picked up for marriage ends in misfortune. A family that has always enjoyed life is torn apart by the pseudo-happiness of a suspicious proposal. Hello to the readers, if you really like this story please click L*O*V*E, like, give me five star, and to add this story to your heirloom list, don't forget to give me more gem. I have one more story A GIRL FOR THE BEASTS come and see it maybe you will like it. Thankyou