When Calls The Heart Fanfiction Novels & Stories

What happens when tragedy strikes? Do you let it define you? Or do you sit still and let it consume you until you lose face? The life of Jasmine Harts began to crumble down before her face when she discovered that her husband, Fabian Harts had impregnated his mistress. This made her feel worse as her marriage was already nothing to write home about. It seemed as though their daughter was not enough for the Harts who wanted an heir. So Jasmine thought of leaving home but Fabian would not let her as he was scared of losing face before the public. But when his mistress puts it on demand that he makes her his wife or risk his reputation getting ruined, Fabian had no choice but to frame his wife Jasmine of infidelity. This way he could get rid of her without losing face. Jasmine was prevented from taking her daughter with her when she was thrown out of the mansion. And little Aria was just four years old. Will Jasmine let things slide after the cruelty of the Harts? Will the little and innocent Aria Jasmine was forced to leave behind at the mercy of her husband’s family remain sweet and innocent? Let’s see what happens!

Do I need to cut off someone’s limbs, little flame?” he growled into my ear. I tilted my head instinctively “He’s nothing you need to worry about,” I whispered. “I’m not worried, baby. I’m annoyed.” His growled. But I barely processed his words. “You called me baby,” I said, stunned. “And?” “I didn’t think wolves used such... terms of endearment.” He chuckled darkly. “We use whatever we want, ‘baby.’ Those words aren’t reserved for other species.” He kissed the side of my neck, slow and possessive. My lips parted in shock and hunger. Hunger for him. For more of his words that seemed to touch not just my heart, but the deepest, most vulnerable parts of me. “You’re in an awfully good mood,” I whispered, biting my lip to stop a moan. “I deserve it. I’ve been in a terrible mood since I left you in that hallway three nights ago. I can’t wait to be done with this damn party so I can kiss you properly.” His voice was thick with want. I felt weightless and boneless. Every nerve in my body tuned to him. He was too much. “Are you finally free?” I asked, my voice shaky from how turned on I was. “I’m not, little flame,” he said, biting my ear and licking the same spot after. “But for tonight? You have me all to yourself.” “Sounds exciting,” I breathed. “It is. Are you wet yet?” he whispered, voice like molten sin. “I am. Very.” “Good,” he murmured. “Stay like that all night. It will get worse but you’ll think of me while we mingle. And then, when this party is over, when you can’t take the ache anymore, I’ll let you come.”

Three years ago, Leena Kensington’s husband handed her divorce papers and shattered her world. One night, while pregnant with his child, her car went off the road, and when she woke up, her memory was gone. Now she lives under a new name, raising a daughter she barely remembers giving birth to. Her past is a blur and her future simple, until she meets a man who makes her heart race for reasons she can’t explain. George Hale. The husband who buried her. The man she can’t remember. And the one secret strong enough to destroy them both: the child she lost was never lost at all.

She was a cupid sesperate of finding love. What happens when she finds the original Cupid? What if he doesn't want anything to do about love? And what will she do when she realizes that she has a past with him? Will she be able to endure the pain? Would he care about her? There are things that are better to be left in the past but sometimes, the past doesn't need to be left out. Will they be able to fall in love again?

I give up being with my family and follow my boyfriend, Leon Burton, to a research institute in the harsh land of Aetheris, just to take care of him. One day, he discovers an asteroid. According to the law in our country, the person who discovers an asteroid holds the right to name it. Without even stopping to think, he says, "I'll name it Phoebe." Everyone is stunned. Naming an asteroid is a significant event, but Leon makes his decision too hastily. The person in charge asked again, "Are you sure you want to name it that?" Leon nods without hesitation. Standing in a corner where no one can see me, I can't stop crying. Only I knew that "Phoebe" is the name of his first love, Phoebe Jones. Wiping away my tears, I call my mother. "Mom, I've decided to marry Nathan. I'm leaving Aetheris."

Liam Dunlap, my girlfriend's junior apprentice, bragged that he could defuse a bomb with one hand. Then he slipped. The timer began to race. Terrified, he dropped his tools and ran. I stepped in at great risk and saved the hostage. For that, I was commended. Liam, on the other hand, was condemned across the internet and faced severe disciplinary action. My girlfriend tried to speak up for him, but I stopped her. "If you defend him now, not only will your promotion be revoked—people online will come after you too." Later, unable to bear the pressure, Liam jumped to his death. Every line of his suicide note blamed my girlfriend for not standing by him. She said nothing. She simply burned the letter in silence. After that, she rose step by step from a frontline officer to a model figure in the police force. On the day I was kidnapped by criminals, she came in person to defuse the bomb strapped to me—using only one hand. She looked coldly at the device on my chest and said, "See? It can be done with one hand. Why did you all have to drive Liam to his death back then? If I had protected him at the time, the one in my position today… should have been him." The bomb detonated. I died on the spot. After I opened my eyes again, I saw her running around desperately for Liam. She didn't know—the hostage was the mayor's son.

The male postpartum care specialist adjusted his touch with calm precision. Heat spread through my body, leaving me weak against the cushions. "You're quite sensitive," he said quietly. The warmth of his breath near my ear made me tremble, despite myself.

Anastasia Kingsley has always felt like an outsider in her own home, but nothing prepares her for the ultimate betrayal. Her fiancé cheats on her,That secret will unravel as the story unfolds. Invited to a breakfast she thought would be ordinary, she walks into a nightmare. Her father’s calm complicity and the subtle hints of family deception leave her reeling with heartbreak and anger. Seeking refuge from the world she once knew, Anastasia encounters a stranger whose presence unnerves her, yet somehow feels familiar. Who is he? Why does he seem to know her? As secrets, betrayals, and long-buried memories resurface, Anastasia must navigate love, loyalty, and the shadows of her own past. Will she reclaim her life, or will the people she trusted most define her story for her?

CAMILA BLYTHE ASHFORD: 25 years old. The ex-wife of Sylvester. The female main protagonist. Camila is tall and has a pair of sexy legs that can lure any man’s eyes. Pointed nose, deep blue eyes, and pouty red kissable lips that give justice to her perfectly shaped face. Her thick eyelashes and deep blue eyes are her assets. She chose to divorced her husband because it was the best thing to do back then. She left the country without telling her husband Sylvester that they will be having a baby. SYLVESTER RAIN WEST: 6’6’’ tall, trim build, jet black hair, strong jaw. Romanesque nose, very manly, dark, sexy, and muscular. His eyes are as black as the raven adorned with a pair of long eyelashes and thick eyebrows. 26 years old. Male protagonist. His a famous engineer in the country. After Camila left, his world go upside down. Soon, he found out that all of his beliefs were all lies. Will their paths cross? Will Sylvester find out that he has a daughter?

After being pushed down the stairs by my husband's first love, I suffered a difficult labor with our second child and died in a corner of their family's private hospital. Before I died, my six-year-old son cried and begged for his father to save me. The first time, Shawn sneered. "Your mom's gotten smarter, using you to play the victim and trick people." After that, he flung my son's hand away and left heartlessly. The second time, my son told him I was bleeding uncontrollably. Shawn was clearly impatient. "She's being so dramatic, it's just a miscarriage, nothing serious. She's always made mountains out of molehills!" After chasing my son away, he even told the doctors not to care for me. "It's my fault for spoiling her. She'll know what she did wrong once I let her have a hard time for a few days." The last time, my son went to my husband's first love Jasmine, kneeling in front of her and knocking his head on the ground, begging her. Shawn flew into a rage and ordered bodyguards to throw my battered and bruised son out of the hospital room, allowing others to laugh at his misfortune. "If you come bother Jasmine while she's resting again, I'll kick your mom out of our family! She'll never see you again!" My son crawled to my side, leaving behind a long trail of blood. And so, I laid there helplessly as I felt the warmth escape both my son and I. 'Are you happy now, Shawn? You'll never see us again.'