Wrath Ella James Novels & Stories

When Ashley returns to Asher's life, she only wants forgiveness for leaving his ex-husband. But what she did not expect is instead of forgiveness, she would experience punishment and cruelty at the hands of his ex-husband. The punishment that not only her body and heart suffer. But it also reminds her of the nightmare of the past and the reason why she leaves. Will Asher forgive her after she left and admit that she cheated on him or she will receive more punishment? Will Ashley still be able to endure all the pain at the hands of her husband or will she just choose to escape the world that has become cruel to her? What is Ashley's reason for leaving, and what will be Asher's reaction once he finds out the truth? (His Bedwarmer's Wife Side Story)

Everyone knew I, Isabella Marino, was Vince Moretti's greatest weakness—the one thing the mafia boss would never tolerate being touched. Years ago, when I was kidnapped, Vince disarmed himself at gunpoint, risking death to get me back, even paying his entire fortune for my ransom. To keep me from harm, he walked a razor's edge, navigating danger at every turn. After I got pregnant, he waited on me hand and foot, barely letting my feet touch the ground. There were rumors that he kept a pampered mistress outside—some woman he spoiled rotten. I never believed them. But then she flaunted herself in front of me. To beg for my forgiveness, Vince cut off his own finger. The next day, that woman slapped her pregnancy test results in my face, sneering, "Vince wanted a baby with me so badly, he just couldn't help himself!" I was already frail. The shock and rage sent me into a miscarriage.

They called her a weak omega. He called her a mistake. Together, they left her to rot in a ditch. Aurelia Viremont died that night, but something ancient and hungry woke up in her place. Three years later, the city of Nocturna is paralyzed by fear. A ruthless rogue leader known only as the “Monster Queen” is systematically executing the elite, leaving behind a trail of blood and the cryptic symbol of a shattered crescent. Alpha King Kaelen Thorne is tasked with hunting the monster, unaware that his target is the fated mate he publicly rejected and sentenced to death. Kaelen finds himself drawn into a lethal alliance with his greatest enemy to stop an occult ritual that threatens to consume the world. For Kaelen, the truth is a death sentence. For Aurelia, love is a weakness she can no longer afford. In a city built on silver and lies, vengeance isn’t just a goal—it’s a reckoning.

Lyra gave Marion everything, her love, her trust, her body. She was his mate, his Luna, bound to him by fate. But fate was cruel. Betrayed. Framed. Slaughtered. Lyra died at the hands of the mate she once loved, but the goddess gave her a second chance. Reborn in a weak body, and swears to be back strong for vengeance and returns, seductive and deadly, to make Marion suffer. But Theron, his untamed Alpha cousin, sees through her every game. He’s dangerous, possessive, and utterly irresistible. His touch is fire, his kiss a battle for control. And when he finally claims her, it’s not just revenge on the line—it’s her soul. She came for blood. But in his bed, under his command, she might surrender.

After Mom passed, it was just me and Dad, depending on each other. I’ve always had poor health, and people used to taunt me, calling me a “sickly, doomed child.” He kneeled by my bedside, making a promise. “I swear, I’ll get you the best treatment, no matter what. You’ll never suffer again!” Eventually, he became a powerful CEO, going so far as to buy an entire private villa just so I could recover in peace. However, his assistant assumed I was his mistress.  She came in with a group of security guards and surrounded me. “So, you’re the cripple who’s been seducing Mr. Johnson?” “Let’s see if you can still act high and mighty after I’m done with you!” She kicked over my wheelchair, yanked me by the hair, scratched up my face, and finally cut off my hand. Barely clinging to life, I lay there until Dad came back. She held up my severed hand, presenting it to him. “Mr. Johnson, this was a spy sent by a rival company. I took care of her for you.”

I, Martina Steele of Crescent Pack, vow to avenge my and the pack's demise. I am no longer submissive and forgiving. My ruthlessness will write a new history in the world of werewolves as Female Alpha. Sinners will have to pay with their lives, Amen. *** Martina has been a Luna, and the chosen mate of Noah Ragnar for the longest time. But all of that changed when Noah introduced a young girl whom he declared as his fated mate. It was a hard pill to swallow but Martina would have gladly stepped down for Noah's happiness but he asked her to become his Mistress instead. Inflicted by this Martina rebelled against Noah's decision and was assassinated by her rival. But life worked in mysterious ways. Reborn an hour earlier from her demise, Martina vowed to never make the same mistakes again. She will rise and lead her own pack herself.

"Please, help me." I stretched my hands out as life and death flashed in front of my eyes. "Being Alpha was the only reason I had a relationship with you, So it would be best for I and the whole pack if I lost my mate to unknown people a night before our big day, I'm sorry Selene." There could be nothing worse than getting killed by your fiance few moments to your wedding right? Wrong! What was worse was being given a second chance at living just to end up at the brink of death immediately you were reborn? Even worse was being mated to a cursed Alpha that held the power of my judgement right inside of his fist.

Ever since we brought our six-year-old daughter, Elise, home, she's been keeping her distance. My husband, Patrick Sheeter, chalked it up to "adjustment issues." Told me to bring her more gifts when I got back from my overseas trip. I was halfway out the door when I heard her voice in my head. 'Should I tell Mom that Della always hits me? 'Dad says Mom hates tattletales. Especially me. 'But if I keep quiet, I might not make it till Mom gets back.' My stomach flipped. I turned around. Elise was curled up in the corner, eyes glassy with tears. Silent. But I still heard her. 'Maybe I lived again just to see Mom one more time.' Patrick, noticing I was frozen, casually reminded me I was gonna miss my flight. Right. Like that mattered. I turned and slapped him so hard. Screw the business trip. I was staying. Let's see who's got the guts to mess with my kid now.

More than a dozen institutions are competing for the technology that my younger sister, Harper Prescott, created in her research project. I return to the country just to host a college send-off party for her. But when I reach home, I find Harper being hung from a helicopter like a kite. Panicking, I run forward to save her, but a haughty rich woman blocks my way. "How dare she steal my precious niece's scholarship? This is her punishment!" I personally selected that scholarship from over a dozen institutions. How did it become her niece's? Seeing Harper's face turn purple as she falls unconscious, I demand they bring her down. The woman throws a 100-thousand-dollar check at me and says, "I'd like to see who dares to let her down. Take this money as payment for your sister's life. The three Simmons brothers are my sons. Not to mention the life of a nobody like her, even with you included, I can still afford it!" I am enraged! The three Simmons brothers are just poor students whose education I funded. Three years ago, I went abroad for my medical treatment and let them manage the company for me. I never expect them to use the power I gave them to let others bully Harper and me. Very well. I take a deep breath and call the three of them. This time, I will let them know who really rules in Southford.

The floodwaters were about to swallow our home, yet my wife—the captain of the rescue team—took every last member with her to save the man she had always loved. That was when I realized she had been reborn too. In our previous life, the moment she heard I was in danger, she had rushed to save me without hesitation. Because of that, she missed his call. He fell into a depressive episode and took his own life. But before he died, he posted online, accusing me of bullying him throughout our school years—and of stealing the woman he loved. After his death, the internet turned on me. I became the target of relentless harassment. My wife said she didn't blame me. She treated me as she always had. Yet, on what would have been his birthday, she broke both my limbs—and my mother's as well. Then, in front of his grave, she shoved the two of us into a folded bathtub. "If I'd known you bullied Nathan all those years, I would never have married you! You could swim, yet you deliberately called me to save you. It's all your fault—Nathan wouldn't have killed himself otherwise!" I listened to my mother's agonized cries as despair swallowed me whole. And then I died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the flood. This time, she could save her beloved. I won't stand in her way.