Why Doesn't Five Have A Name Novels & Stories

At eighteen, all of Riley’s friends had shifted and found their wolves. Now, at twenty, Riley had yet to experience that beautiful transformation she had dreamed of her entire life. Along with her family’s poverty, her father’s absence and her mother’s unspeakable reputation, her inability to transform led everyone to believe she was cursed, doomed never to have her wolf or find her mate. Then, everything changed. The most desired twin Alphas of the city, began to show interest in her. As both Alphas vied for her attention, Riley sighed in relief, thinking her happily ever after was finally within reach. But her joy was short-lived. She soon discovered that the Alphas had used her to further their own schemes. Devastated beyond measure, Riley suddenly experienced the transformation she had longed for—she shifted and found her wolf. The next day, she learned that the two Alphas were actually her mates. Faced with the truth, she questioned if she could accept mates who had played with her emotions and made her suffer. Determined to escape, Riley made a bold move to flee. Tragically, one wrong step in her desperate escape led to her death. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Riley was given a second chance; her soul was brought back to life. But under what consequences?

Aurelia the reincarnated moon goddess is spat on because she takes the form of a weak omega. She's betrayed by her own family, but an unusual one-night stand would change her life, leaving her pregnant. Opting for a quiet life, she marries him only to discover he is secretly wealthy. She decides to live a quiet life, but it's not possible because she isn't meant to have one. What happens when her mate and child need her help, will she fight to save them or continue being a coward?

Two years after the death of my husband, John Foster, I get a video call from him—except it's him from five years in the future. "John! You're still alive! Tell me where you are. I'm coming now to bring you home!" Crying tears of joy, I scramble to pick up the car keys I dropped, only to hear him say, "Actually, I faked my death to be with your friend…" As my mind goes blank, he continues to tell me everything as if none of it is a big deal. "I attended my funeral. The whole time you were crying beside my casket, I was in the back room with Adaline, getting it on with her. You thought her eyes were red because she was crying in grief. "Oh, my mother and our son know that I faked my death, too. Every year, they've found all kinds of excuses to come spend time with us instead…" My blood turns cold. My hand shakes as I clutch the phone. Meanwhile, John exhales, looking like he has taken a load off his chest. "I've already told you the truth about everything now, Cecilia, so it's up to you whether you want to continue living like a widow."

* "I'm a fairy, the last of my kind. I'm not all rainbow wings and fairy dust. I am chaos and mayhem. Blood and death. I am here for revenge!" My mate holds me against the floor as she looks down at me defiantly. It's so cute! She even has a wee little knife to my throat as she yells at me. I can't help but get excited about how much fun this is going to be. "Fuck, that's hot baby doll." I say seriously as my dragon starts to purr for her.* The revolution began when a strong group of shifters known as 'The council' decided that magic wielders held too much power in this world. They have hunted and killed men, women and children alike, basking in their spot at the top of the food chain. They have no idea what is waiting in the shadows, hiding under their beds and ready to slit their throats. The resistance, led by one little dangerous fairy they call 'Slayer'. She is ready to lay down her life to bring back balance to the world, and nothing will stand in her way. Not even the cinnamon roll dragon, broody vampire, smitten hellhound, loyal werewolf and cocky siren, who all claim that she is their soulmate, and they won't take no for an answer.

She accidentally got pregnant with his child, and the poor orphan girl became the envied young lady of the Robert family overnight. Robert family, the richest family in N city. "Why do you want to marry me?" Roy Robert said coldly, "I need a wife and an heir, and you are a fit."

When Maya walks away from Alvarez, she thinks she’s freeing herself from a toxic love. But love doesn’t die easily. Alvarez refuses to let go, torn between rage and longing, while a new man steps into Maya’s life — calm, patient, everything Alvarez never was. Caught between memory and possibility, Maya must face the truth: can broken love be fixed, or is it better left behind?

Six months. That is all the time Soren Draske has left to get pregnant for the man he tried to destroy. After a failed rebellion against the Greyborn mafia, Soren Draske finds himself at the mercy of his cousin, Veyron, the most feared Alpha in the world. Veyron is a Samana, a rare breed of Alpha cursed with a biological corruption that demands total control, and he has finally found the perfect excuse to claim the one person who has defied him for years. Soren is forced into the role of Veyron’s breeding mate, a desperate trade to save the families of his fallen allies from the Alpha’s wrath. He has six months to provide an heir, or face a final, lethal end. But as Soren is drawn deeper into Veyron’s orbit, the lines between hatred, obsession, and primal need begin to blur. Veyron is a predator who has finally cornered his prey, and he refuses to let go, fueled by a corrupted wolf that demands absolute possession. Trapped in a suffocating web of mafia politics and biological instinct, Soren must decide if he is fighting for his freedom, or if he is finally succumbing to the dangerous man who was always meant to be his end and raise their child.

In the fifth year after my death, Oliver Rypien, leader of the huge smuggling ring that has a notorious reputation domestically and internationally, finally gets arrested by the police. At the public trial court, Oliver can be seen wearing an inmate uniform, though his murderous look is etched on his scarred face. He even has the guts to hum a whimsical tune tauntingly, completely unrepentant. After hearing the prosecutor accusing him of killing 129 victims, Oliver suddenly snorts in laughter. "You're wrong. You're missing one more victim. The police officer named Victor Patton who came from the Customs Enforcement Unit? Yeah, he died at my hands as well." Everyone gasps in shock. A reporter is quick to rebuke Oliver. "Hang on, Victor is a mole working for your organization! After a bounty on him was posted, he had nowhere to run to, so he embezzled over hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of national assets before fleeing overseas! Even now, he's still living his life scotfree abroad!" Oliver shook his head before letting out a cold chuckle. "Victor was a stubborn one. Even though I crippled him, he still managed to kill five of my men. How is it possible for him to be our mole? "After crippling him, I threw him into the concrete foundation of Joy Bridge. If you don't believe me, go ahead and dig through the foundation." Suddenly, Oliver lowers his tone. His smile becomes more malicious. "Speaking of which, we did have a mole who worked with us to kill ten police officers. But now, he's successfully washed his hands off his crimes and became a certain someone's husband. "Why don't you take a guess as to who that brainless, idiotic woman is?" Three minutes later, my ex-wife, Gabriella Campbell, also known as the Chief Commissioner of Police in Gakoli, receives a phone call from the court outside the office of a well-known OBGYN department. "Chief Campbell, please come to the court immediately. The defendant has something crucial to tell you in person."

In my last life, I loved my brother’s best friend longer than I loved myself. I was the princess of the De Luca family, a New York political dynasty. A good girl, through and through. He was Orion Corvo. The king of Chicago's underworld. A ruthless, brutal man. No one thought we belonged together. I never dared to confess. Not until I was kidnapped. That cold-blooded, savage Don took a bullet for me. He shielded me with his body as I bled out. We died together. Only then, seeing the desperation in his eyes, did I understand. He loved me too. Now, I'm back. 18 again. I ditched my life in Europe to stay by his side. For five years, I was his most trusted art appraiser. In private, he’d lose himself inside me. He fucked me like he wanted to own my soul. I became his favorite fuck. His biggest secret. But now, he’s getting married. And the bride isn't me.

My health was not good, but I had always wanted a child. My husband, citing concern for my health, avoided intimacy with me for a year. Then I stumbled across his private messages with another woman. [You'll spend Valentine's Day with me, right? You're not going to touch her tonight, are you?] [You know I don't like doing it just to make babies. Got you some lingerie. Wear it for me tomorrow.] That ill-fitting lace lingerie he was talking about was on my body. I'd slipped it on while he was in the shower, thinking it was a Valentine's Day surprise from him. Turned out, he hadn't bought the wrong size. He had just sent it to the wrong address. I clicked on the woman's profile. Her latest video showed her at the beach, hand in hand with the person filming. I recognized her hand instantly. It belonged to my best friend.