Novelas y relatos de Word Spells

The day I found out I was pregnant with my second child, the impossible happened: the baby in my womb spoke. "Stupid sister, are you even listening? Mom said that as soon as you graduate, she's selling you off. That money is for my future wedding!" My daughter went still. She didn't say a word, didn't confront me, didn't even cry. She just quietly applied to study abroad. And from that day on, I never heard from her again. My husband, seeing how devastated I was, moved to comfort me. But the baby's voice cut through the silence once more. "Comfort her? You're the biggest fool in this house! When I'm born, I'm not calling you 'Dad.' My real dad is that handsome guy from the bar!" The color drained from Sean's face. Before I could utter a word of explanation, he dragged me straight to the hospital for a paternity test. The results came back quickly—my best friend had pulled some strings to expedite them. And there it was, in cold, clinical print: NO PATERNITY BIOLOGICALLY ESTABLISHED. He didn't let me speak. He filed for divorce immediately. In a panic, the baby's voice cried out from inside me again, "Why is the idiot backing out now? Did he finally figure out Mom tricked him? The one who saved his life all those years ago wasn't her—it was her best friend!" That one sentence shattered my entire world. My husband turned his back on me and married my best friend. As for me… the shock and grief hit me like a physical blow. I felt a hot, sudden gush of blood. Before the doctors could save me, I died on that cold hospital bed, my hands clutching my swollen belly, my mind still reeling, unable to comprehend how my life had unraveled so completely. It wasn't until I was reborn, and once again heard the treacherous little voice inside me, that I finally began to understand the truth.

Ethan Carter is an international captain for Delta Air Lines. I'd been engaged to him for five years. In those five years,the only time I ever asked him to indulge me was when I sent him a photo of my mother's flight journal. That journal recorded the route she'd flown on her last trip: Boston to Paris. Her health was already failing by then. I wanted Ethan to mark that route for me, and paste it on the last page of the memorial album. He just replied, "I've got a transatlantic flight tomorrow. Flight safety isn't for humoring people." Last week Ethan came home on leave, and while I was sorting his luggage, I found a waterproof document pouch tucked in a lining. Inside was a full set of simulator debrief materials. A name was written on the cover: Claire Bennett. A young first officer at Delta, the rookie Ethan had personally mentored these past two years as she pushed for her international route certification. I opened to the first page. From takeoff roll to stall recovery to approach deviation, every page carried Ethan's handwritten notes. Red circles, blue underlines, black annotations, the handwriting crisp, just like the man himself. A private recommendation letter was tucked into the pouch. He wrote that Claire had "steady judgment, an exceptional capacity to learn, and the potential to join a transatlantic flight crew." Every word was restrained, and every word was precise. The most recent file had been modified last Valentine's Day. That day I'd booked a restaurant. Ethan said he was prepping for a flight and couldn't have dinner with me. I didn't cry. I didn't ask. I picked up my phone and booked a one-way ticket to Seattle. Seattle's air medical transport program was hiring a lead physician. I used to think the future between Ethan and me was something I had to wait for: wait for him to fly less, wait for him to be less busy, wait for him to finally have a spare moment to glance at my journal. I didn't want to wait anymore.

“I, Xavier Bellator, reject you Jane, as my mate. By the divine creed that is my word, I rebuke all bonds that tie my soul to yours.” These are the very words that Jane’s mate whispers into her ear as he is sleeping with her. And before she can recover from this blow, he proceeds to sleep with another woman… right in front of her. Rejected and broken, Jane runs away from the pack. But how could a weak Omega such as herself ever hope to survive in a cruel world filled with monstrous werewolves, bloodthirsty vampires, and evil witches? However, a freak combination of coincidences make Jane realize that she is not as weak as she thought she was. In fact, she just might belong to an ancient and powerful race. Follow Jane on her journey of self-discovery, strength and healing. Throw in a powerful and possessive Lycan and you have one hell of a love story. Oh and let’s not forget revenge! A story is never complete without sweet, sweet, vengeance…

On my wedding day, Ethan Westbrook's ex-girlfriend sent word that she was terminally ill. Her dying wish was to wear a wedding dress once in her life. Ethan locked me in the waiting room while he prepared to hold the ceremony with her instead of me to fulfill this wish. I heard his impatient voice through the door as he said to me, "Can't you show some compassion? She's dying. What's wrong with granting her one final wish?" Later, the guy next door who had carried a torch for me for years climbed to the rooftop and begged me to marry him. Ethan stared at me with bloodshot eyes. "Are you really going to throw away our seven-year relationship just for him?" I brushed his hand away. "Should I just let him die? It's only a marriage certificate. Where's your compassion now?"

"Truly, I am dangerous but it is nothing for you to fear." He said, tossing away the head of the vampire he had just yanked out and was still dripping with blood, while he moved closer to her. "Why?" She asked, trying her best to sound bold. "Because I am yours." *** Maybe if someone had showed Ivy what the future would hold if she decided to go to a nightclub a night before her arranged wedding, throw the word 'mine' to the first greek god she sees and have a one night stand with that stupidly rich greek god, maybe she would have just accepted her fate, stayed home and gone to her arranged wedding in the morning to pay up her father's debt. But no fortune teller had warned her and so she did all the above. Now here comes the consequences. Some are bad, some are spicy and some are just mysteriously unexpected.

For ten years, Elara lived like a ghost in her own marriage. Once destined to become one of the greatest pianists of her generation, she gave up everything for the man she loved only to disappear behind Adrian’s name, Adrian’s world, Adrian’s indifference. In return, she asked for very little: a glance, a kind word, something that proved she had not sacrificed her life for nothing. Then Adrian’s first love returned. And he chose her. Years later, Elara is reborn. No longer the forgotten wife hidden in her husband’s shadow, she is now a pianist the world cannot ignore. Only after losing her does Adrian realize what she truly was to him. Now obsessed with winning her back, he refuses to let her go again. “Divorce?” he says, his voice dark with desperation. “Impossible. Until I sign those papers, you are still my wife.”

“Sorry Khlea because I didn’t love you, I made you a covering hole when Joan left”! the word that hurt her the most. She loved but got hurt, that’s what happened to Khlea Magalona. She is been blinded by love which caused her to almost die. But what happened to her was like a blessing and disguise. Because she met Vonn Richard the person who saw and helped her. Vonn offered her a deal to marry him-Marry him by contract. Because Vonn’s offer was good, she accepted it because she thinks it’s a win-win solution. But what she didn’t prepare for was that she would fall in love with her. But she was afraid that what happened to her in the past might happen again. She did everything and tried to suppress her feelings but it only got worse. Is she ready to love again? Will Vonn love her too? What will prevail, fear or love?

Elara Kingsley’s life is crumbling. Her father’s empire is on the brink of collapse, and one signature could save them or destroy them. The problem? The man she’s being forced to marry is Lucian Vale, the cold, powerful brother of the man who ruined her family. It’s supposed to be a business arrangement, a contract marriage—but nothing about him is predictable. Lucian is dangerous, dominant, and utterly unreadable. Every glance, every word, every touch pulls her closer, even as she fights to protect herself and her family. Trapped in a web of wealth, betrayal, and desire, Elara has two choices: sign the contract and survive or refuse and watch everything fall apart. She doesn’t know if she’s walking into a marriage, or a battlefield. And Lucian has secrets that could destroy her completely. One thing is certain: in a world where love is forced, trust is rare, and enemies are everywhere… nothing is as it seems.

My father’s death was ruled a suicide, but I knew it was murder. The last word he left behind was a name: Volkov. So I buried the girl I once was, built a new identity, and walked straight into the world of the man I believed had taken him from me. Damian Volkov was everything one should fear—cold, brilliant, untouchable. Yet the longer I stayed, the more I saw the fractures beneath his control. Behind his silence lived a sorrow that mirrored mine. I sought vengeance, but somewhere between hate and obsession, I fell for the man I swore to ruin. Now I stand between the monster who ruined me and the only man I have ever truly loved. Until a truth I never thought possible tore through every reason I had to hate him: He is my stepbrother, born from a one-night stand my father could neither bury nor escape.

Synopsis “I loved you with everything I had. I broke down my walls, accepted you completely into my life and heart thinking you were real!” “You showed me utmost care and I forgot myself completely, I forgot how to exist without you, thinking you were f*cking real! But you are so quick to throw me out as soon as your ex arrives? Ethan!” I screamed, my chest constricted with pain, holding the papers in my hand. “100 million dollars Selene, sign the papers.” He muttered, his voice light as if I meant nothing to him after all these years. My eyes welled up with tears as I looked at the papers again. The word divorce written boldly on it, crushing my heart into several pieces. “Ethan?” I muttered once again, my tone vulnerable. “150 million..” He added. My leg wobbled.