Wishing Star Pokémon Novels & Stories

My family has gone into bankruptcy ever since my parents have passed away. As such, my older sister, Priscilla Lennox, and I have to shoulder a million-dollar debt. In order to pay off the debt, Priscilla works as a paranormal house tester, whereas I've taken on a part-time gig to act as a corpse in dramas and films. Just like that, I keep working for five years straight. As long as the debt remains saddled on my shoulders, I dare not take a day off. At the end of the year, I realize that I still need to collect 130 thousand dollars in order to clear the debt, so I decide to apply for a job as a drug tester. Once the experiments are over, I head over to seek Priscilla out happily with my 130-thousand-dollar payment in tow. Unexpectedly, I come across her when she's on a phone call. "Mom, Dad, Perry has been doing really well. You two have fun overseas. He doesn't like spending money now, so we can end his punishment next year." It turns out that my parents aren't dead, and my family isn't bankrupt at all. All the pain and suffering that I've gone through in the past five years is just a punishment for my excessive spending habits. My smile freezes on my face. That's when I feel my stomach churning violently before I spit out a mouthful of blood.

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

I was growing up as the much-hated "fake heiress" in a wealthy family, and my life took a devastating turn after my death. My childhood friend who lived next door leaked my nudes online, branding me as manipulative and promiscuous. This ignited public outrage, with strangers celebrating my demise at my family's home. My parents, eager to sever any connection with me, destroyed our mansion that very night, even going so far as to feed my ashes to the dog. Everyone said I deserved it. On the day the true heiress married my childhood friend in a grand, live-streamed wedding, I gave them a unique wedding present from beyond the grave.

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I was cleaning my house when I found a picture album. As it turned out, my husband had been religiously taking pictures with the girl of his dreams every year on this precise date. He had been doing it since he was forty years old and he was now sixty years old. His hair had progressed from a jet black to a faded white and yet, he kept up the tradition. There was a written message in his handwriting at the back of the picture that read, “Eternal Love.” Since he doesn't love me, I will no longer bother washing his clothes and cooking for him. I will no longer care for his children and grandchildren. I may have foolishly wasted half of my life, but it was not too late to make a change.

“Now tell me who you belong to?” Rael rasped, their breaths mingling together. He was her sister's fiancé, yet here he was, fucking her like he owned her. The feeling of being on the bed of the man her sister plans on marrying next month brought a sense of accomplishment to her being. “I'm yours, Rael. Fuck! I'm yours!” she almost screamed with another hard jab of his waist. “Wrong answer.” he muttered, pulling out of her just as she had almost reached her peak. … Blood seeped out of her chest just moments before she saw the other side of her stepsister. The sister who she trust most had not only sold her out to be raped by men from the black market, but had also had her murdered her. Her boyfriend, whom she thought loved her the most, had also been cheating on her all along. Feeling betrayed, tears rolled down the corners of her eyes as she bled, yet there was nothing she could do. She died. But fate gives her a second chance, letting her go back in time a month before her sister's wedding. She will make everyone who hurt her pay. And the first step is stealing her sister's Fiancé, Rael Morgan–A billionaire known for being the coldest man in Country M. To own him and to watch her sister break, just like how she had broken. But never would she have expected things to turn out the way it did. He now owned her, refusing to let go. What starts as her own plot spirals into something darker. He possesses her. He makes her his woman.

Hazel loses so much in such little time. Betrayed, abandoned and lost, she accidentally summons a demon. Although the idea of selling her soul seems absurd at the beginning, several attempts to end her life make her realize just how much she needs his protection. All in good time, a signature is all it takes for him to aid her in her new found quest for revenge.

"You married me with a bastard in your belly, Lyra. Did you think I wouldn't scent the truth?" Alpha Kaelen Blackthorne is a predator who rules the Ironvale Frost-Fangs with icy ruthlessness, faking a crippling injury to avoid a blood-oath marriage he never wanted. But when Lyra Nightbane—the "stray" from the Duskwild Expanse—steps into his den, his primal instincts ignite. She’s gorgeous, defiant, and carrying a secret that should make him kill her. Instead, it makes him want to claim every inch of her skin. Lyra only needs thirty days to reclaim her family’s legacy, but she didn’t count on the heat between them turning into an inferno. Between the high-stakes world of pro hockey and the moonlit dangers of pack politics, their "fake" union turns into a raw, 18+ battle of dominance and desire. He’s the Alpha who hates her; she’s the mother of a secret heir. When the clothes come off, the hunt truly begins. Tags: #WerewolfRomance #EnemiesToLovers #SecretBaby #AlphaMale #ModernFantasy #ForcedProximity #SpicyRead

The Guardian wolf of Devine Flame, Caden, killed The Moonlight Princess' parents revealed by the Ethereal Mirror. To Avenge, the moonlight princess Elara betrays him by marrying the Guardian wolf of the night, Valen. Brokenhearted, Caden managed to remove his heavenly spiritual heart to become a Demon Alpha God. Elara realizes her mistake and tries to stop him but she halfway succeeded. But, Caden is still determined to become a Demon Alpha God. To follow the process, he jumps through the demonic portal to be born in the mortal world to accumulate anger, fear, sadness, resentment and suffering. He must do evil and die full of misery. Then Elara wanted to sacrifice herself, to bring back Caden to the Heavenly Werewolf realm. She retrieves his spiritual heart in the Aztarion Abyss and places it within her own spiritual body. To restore Caden's heavenly spiritual heart, in the world of mortal wolves, he must love and kill her, that's the way how to prevent him from being heartless. But if Caden's spiritual heart is only half, how can he recognize her as his mate? And because of his half spiritual heart was inside her causing him to feel the pain she feels, how could he bring himself to kill her in the end?

I watched as a smug smirk formed on the corner of his lips, my heart breaking into a million pieces as my enemy triumphed over my pain. He then stride towards a cloth, using it to wipe his bloody palm, he didn't give me a reply; not yet. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of moments, he speaks up. “You would bear my heir” he replies as though it's the most casual thing to say. “And your opinion is irrelevant” ******* Iskander Damaris stood at the edge of a dark forest, his golden eyes burning with hunger. Calyx Vale's scent was etched in his mind, a fire in his blood. She was a rare-blooded she-wolf, the only kind who could bear an Alpha's heir - his heir. Her scent lingered, and a cruel smile spread across his lips. He'd spent years searching, destroying packs, and now he'd finally found her.

The Demon King’s Bride The entire kingdom fears him. With white hair, piercing blue eyes, and a heart sealed by cruelty, King Edrion is known as the Demon King—a ruler who accepts betrothed brides… only to turn them into concubines and discard them without mercy. When a young noble lady is promised to the king, her fate seems sealed. But she refuses to give up her freedom—or the man she secretly loves: a guard from her own household. Desperate, they devise an unthinkable plan—to have a poor girl, identical to the noble, take her place as the royal bride. The girl agrees to assume a life that is not hers, believing she will become nothing more than another forgotten concubine in the shadow of the throne. What no one expected… is that the king would choose her. Now destined to become queen to the most feared man in the kingdom, trapped in a lie that could cost her life, she must survive the court, a forbidden desire, and a king who was never meant to look at her the way he does. Because the Demon King does not love. But when he chooses… he neither forgives nor lets go.