When Two Mad Souls Meet Novels & Stories

I gave Evan Cole six years. I changed my name, walked away from the Moretti family, and became the kind of woman he could handle: quiet, useful, easy to overlook. I paid the bills, fixed his proposals, opened doors he thought had opened by luck, and waited every time he said we were almost ready. Then Maracame back. His first love. The woman he swore he hated until the second she needed him again. After that, I became the problem. Too jealous. Too dramatic. Too hard to please. Evan thought I would break down and beg for my place. While he played house with Mara, I saved every receipt, every post, every lie. Then I cut off the money behind his perfect little life and called my family. On Christmas Eve, he asked if I would wait. I smiled and let him believe Leah was still waiting. By the time he learned my real name, Alessia Moretti was already gone, and the mafia princess he never knew had finally chosen herself.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

From the very start, he was my mate, but he never wanted me. He rejected and despised me becausebecause he was in love with someone else. To him, I was just an intruder and a problem. I accepted this and yearned for my freedom away from him while witnessing him declare his love for someone else. However, one day, he made a mistake that woke up my suppressed desire and reminded me of my rightful position as his Luna. Now, I longed for him, and I no longer cared about anyone else in my way.

"You can't run away from them, goddess." Albert's cold voice echoed in her ears, and Myra almost trembled with fear. "Then what should I do? Do you want me dead...! They will kill me" She cried. "They won't..." Albert said and Myra blinked in surprise. How could he be so sure? "They can't kill you, goddess and you don't have to run away from them" Then what do you want me to do? They are so dangerous and strong whereas I am just a human girl..." she cried in frustration. What else could she imagine? "You can never defeat them but you can Tame them..." Albert's words reverberated in Myra's ears as she unconsciously repeated them. "Tame them...!!" Is he serious? "Can you be more serious? We are talking about those two most powerful Alpha's out there not some cats or dogs... Who the hell could tame them??" Albert smiled. "No one else could but you can..." ******** Let's embark on the beautiful yet tough journey of a little human girl, Myra, in which she was introduced to the world of werewolves as the red stone goddess. How would be her life after that? Will she survive? Thank you for choosing my book. We authors need your support. A review, a comment even a like is appreciated. Thank you once again.❤💕

Lillian's world turned upside down when she caught her longtime boyfriend cheating. Fueled by anger, she sought revenge in a drunken one-night stand with a stranger, only to discover he was Ryan Sinclair, her new boss! Her real nightmare began when Ryan, who seemed more like a Greek god than a possessive devil, unwilling to let her go and started luring her into his twisted game. Now, she was struggling to keep her distance from her charismatic but dominating boss. Little did she know, there was a hidden secret behind his every move, and Lillian was in for a rollercoaster ride of intrigue and deception.

"The beginning of every story is intrigue but the ending is hurtful." In today's era, Jessy Nelson, a normal teen tries to find love irrespective of knowing the repercussions. She was very well aware of the fact that everything has an ending so does she feared when she was betwitched by the charms of a guy who recently moved in her life, Luis Edwards. Luis Edwards, a popular guy with a lavish life waiting for someone to turn his boring and troubled life upside down, gets caprivated by the enthralling persona of a girl named Jessy. But maybe they were not meant to be. Another part of the story, Harry, Jessy's ex indulges himself in this race and struggles to get back Jessy. After the various vicissitudes and struggles who will find a way to express their love in a bizarre way and win the pretty girl's beautiful heart? What if the time runs out and someone else pops up in their life?

When my mother won a million dollars from a lottery ticket, she prepared an envelope for each of her three children. After we opened them, my younger brother and younger sister each found a bank card inside. But from my envelope, two 1-dollar coins clinked onto the floor. Seeing me freeze, a trace of unease flickered across Mother's face. "Cassian," she said hesitantly, "Logan and Sienna suffered a lot growing up because your father passed away so early. So I gave each of them 500 thousand dollars as compensation. "You're the eldest son—like a father to them. Don't fight with them over this, okay?" I glanced down at the faded down jacket I had worn for years, the fabric so worn that it had lost its color. Then, my eyes drifted to my younger brother's limited-edition sneakers and to the designer bag slung over my sister's shoulder. Mother seemed to have forgotten that when Father died, I had only been eight. I smiled faintly. "Alright. I won't fight them for it." Hearing this, Mother let out a long breath of relief. The next second, my voice turned cold. "Then I won't fight for the responsibility of supporting you in your old age either."

Caught between two Alpha Kings, Aria had a life more miserable than any wolf of her age. To the first king, she was sold to him for a couple bucks and became his never resting machine to show his sexual prowess. He took pride in reminding her that her usefulness only lay in bed. When salvation came to her in the form of a new king, her child was his utmost priority— a priority set to tarnish his image for eternity. She would watch both rivals battle endlessly for the custody of that one joy in her unending sorrows. But when one of them confronts his own demons and his growing feelings for Aria, what becomes of the fate of the poor, wretched Omega slave and mother?

"I will reject you," Kahlan cried, "I, Kahlan Kye of pack Crest, reject Alpha Eric as my mate." "No! " Eric screamed, " You can't do this to me!" " No yeah, she already did, " Hardin came from behind and wrapped a hand around Kahlan's waist. Eric Creed was framed by Kahlan for killing her parents. He was her mate but she hated him the moment she discovered the truth about the death of her pack. Every one of her pack was annihilated except for her and her stepsister who wanted Alpha Eric for herself . She doesn't care anyway, since she doesn't even want him. She was however bent on avenging. However, lies were waiting to unfold. What will Kahlan do when she discovers that the hand she took was actually the one responsible for the death of her family. And Alpha Eric was innocent. However, she had already rejected Eric

Reva Aldridge did not choose this life. It was chosen for her. She woke up in a luxury hotel room in Milan with no memory of the night before and a face she recognized looking back at her. The face of Nico Castellano. The most powerful mafia boss on the East Coast of Italy. The man her sister Petra was supposed to marry. Petra had wanted out of the engagement so she drugged her younger sister and sent her in her place. Now the scandal has spread. The Castellano name has been attached to Reva's, and there is only one way to fix it. She becomes his contract wife but the terms are brutal. She is expected to give him an heir. She has no choice because her family has already decided for her. Reva moves into Casa Castellano in Sicily and tries to survive. But something is wrong; her husband is not the same man from one day to the next. Some nights he is cold and controlled, and other nights he is different, softer in ways she cannot explain. A different scent and hands that feel like they belong to someone else. She tells herself she is imagining it. She is not. There are two of them. Twins. And they have both been with her without her knowing. Now that she knows the truth, they are both refusing to let her go. The devil does not wear one face. He wears two. And Reva belongs to both of them.