Z-o-m-b-i-e-s Fanfiction

Book Title: Lucky I'm in Love with the Alpha's Unlucky Son Pen Name: JM Writes Synopsis: Have you ever wonder about falling in love and mated with someone who has autism and bipolar disorder? "I want you to mate our son in exchange for a pouch of gold every month, a third rank beta position to the pack, and of course, we'll spare your parent's life. What do you think?" Lady Divina proposed. "Our son has autism and bipolar disorder." Alpha Damien added, "your job as his mate is to make him the next alpha of the pack." Being one of the lowest rank omegas, part of my buket list is to become a beta, regardless of the rank. Omegas are next to slaves. And I don't want to end up just like my parents.

Beau Orenciana grew up in a rich family, most people consider her a Princess. Her family got into debt with a loan shark, who was a member of a syndicate and they wanted Beau to be a payment to her parents' debt. When she found out about that, she ran away. Until Beau ran into a lot of people. They were standing in line. Since she had nowhere else to go, she closed her eyes and followed the queue and went inside. Only then did she find out that it was actually a military training camp! She is mistaken for being a trainee. What will happen to Beau at the training camp? Will she be able to handle the training inside even if she is certified bratty and a nitpicky queen? She will also meet Apollo Madrid there, who will be her trainer inside the camp. Can she tame her grumpy and strict trainer, who does nothing but scold and punish her for all her mistakes and clumsy act?

Bradley is faced with a difficult decision: let go of the past, give up on the present, and give the future a chance. However, no decision becomes easy when it comes to sex, love and fears. This is when Bradley questions everything. Is it possible to help others to the point of sacrificing your own happiness? He has no idea what to do: Claire or Chelsea? Which of the two will he really get to know, to the point that his heart chooses the right woman?

Heads up! This story includes mature themes, strong language, and steamy scenes. Readers discretion is advised. Warm lips pressed against the sensitive skin of my neck, just below my ear, sending waves of shock down my spine. “After promising me a hot fuck, you decided to ditch me, huh Clara?” a low, male voice murmured into my hair as his hands slid down, palms flattening against my stomach, pulling me flush against a hard, solid body. I wanted to push him away, probably punch him in the face also but I'm Clara. He thinks I'm her and I have to be her. I took a deep breath, a wide smile on my face as I turned in his arms, finally looking at him. To my surprise, he was handsome, dark hair, strong jawline and I could see the confidence in his eyes. He knew Clara...maybe intimately. "I thought she has Jeremy, does she just fuck around now", I thought. “I got held up, I'm sorry,” I managed, forcing Clara’s sly smile onto my face, praying it looked convincing. “Uh-huh,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t believe me, but he didn’t care. His hand came up, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “You owe me, Clara. Big time.” ****************************************** Jenna has always had the perfect life, Her mate, Damon...the Alpha of the pack who accepted her, a pack that wanted her as their Luna..... Until it was stripped off her on the coronation night. Just minutes to the coronation time, she wakes up in Clara's body (Her mate's sister) Now she's trapped...replaced and forgotten while someone takes her crown, her mate and her position as the Luna of the pack. She must solve that mystery while living Clara's messed up life.

Sequel of 'Set Me Free', hope everyone enjoys reading this book as much as they liked the previous one. “What is your name?” A deep voice of a man echoes throughout the poorly lit room. Daniel, who is cuffed to a white medical bed, can barely see anything. Small beads of sweat are pooling on his forehead due to the humidity and hot temperature of the room. His blurry vision keeps on roaming around the trying to find the one he has been looking for forever. Isabelle, the only reason he is holding on, all this pain he is enduring just so that he could see her once he gets out of this place. “What is your name?!” The man now loses his patience and brings up the electrodes his temples and gives him a shock. Daniel screams and throws his legs around and pulls on his wrists hard but it doesn’t work. The man keeps on holding the electrodes to his temples to make him suffer more and more importantly to damage his memories of her. But little did he know the only thing that is keeping Daniel alive is the hope of meeting Isabelle one day. “Do you know her?” The man holds up a photo of Isabelle in front of his face and stops the shocks. “Yes, she is my Isabelle.” A small smile appears on his lips while his eyes close shut.

The contract marriage between the CEO and the Mafia brings a unique story where the CEO has an illicit lover and the Mafia has a mental disorder because her fiancee died. Has a sad story, and thousands of mysteries to be solved. Will both of them be able to reach their respective goals and then end the ridiculous relationship? Or slowly love comes over time and makes them reluctant to part? Read more here... This world is a game, if you are not good at playing then you are being played. When playing we need confidence, if we are not good at convincing and impressing people with our intelligence. Confuse them with your stupidity, so they feel they have won.

After chasing my crush, Edward Lightwood, for ten years, he finally accepted me as his blood bound. But, the day we were taking our eternal vow, his first love, Beth, from the allied clan was murdered by a gang of vampire hunters. He blamed me for her loss and tormented me every day. Exposed me to the eternal sun, pierced me with wooden stakes just not enough to kill me and then locked me up in his basement. Exhausted and heartbroken, I grabbed the oak stake and stabbed my chest in front of him. I killed myself. But, I did not die. I was reborn to the day I had confessed my feelings to Edward. But, this time, I'll not repeat my mistake. I'll stay far away from him.

While studying abroad, I move into a shared apartment. Not a single day goes by without my housemate, Stuart Harper, calling himself some variation of a sweet, brave, and responsible guy. On the very first day he moves in, he hires workers to take out the insulation from the walls. I confront him about it, but he simply grins at me and proudly boasts about his decision. "That was all just some shoddy foam that the construction workers padded the walls with. Not only was it useless, but it was even taking up so much space. The fact that I forked out my own money to get rid of it proves that I'm such a sweet and responsible guy!" With a scowl on my face, I explain to Stuart the purpose of having proper insulation. He immediately leans in close with an admiring gaze. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea! I just wanted to do something nice for us. What should I do now? You have to help me think of something!" I naively assume Stuart just lacks common sense and doesn't act with malice. Thus, I willingly enter into a cycle of always cleaning up after his messes. One day, I get a fever. He ends up buying a secondhand electric slow cooker and declares he's going to take care of me by cooking me soup. My head throbs as I quickly put a stop to his attempt to heat the electric slow cooker on the induction stove. I tell him to let me catch a nap before I teach him how to cook later. But not long after I fall asleep, he secretly sticks the electric slow cooker into the microwave to heat it up. The microwave explodes. As the flames start to spread, Stuart screams and dashes out of the apartment at once. The fire alarm wakes me up. I try to evacuate the burning building, only to find that Stuart has locked the door from the outside. In the end, the fire burns me to a crisp. After that, however, he starts twisting things around. He goes online and says with a helpless expression, "My housemate set the apartment on fire while cooking. I'm the one who had to call the fire department on his behalf, and I even had to compensate the landlord for him. I'm definitely the sweetest, bravest, and most responsible guy to ever live!" As the online community proceeds to condemn me, Stuart uses the attention and publicity to go viral as a content creator. Some time later, my eyes open again. This time, I'm going to roast him good.

I became Mrs. Damon Sterling by accident. My sister ran. I stayed. Now I'm trapped in a contract marriage with a man who hates that I'm not her. He says I'm beneath him. A poor substitute. An obligation he's stuck with. Fine. But I'm done being invisible. If he wants me gone in twelve months, he'll have to survive me first. I'm not my sister. And I'm about to make damn sure he never forgets it.

“You’ll move in with me and your sister will be taken care of. You'll tell your sister that I'm your new boss.” He spelled out. “You'll wait for me every night on my bed so I can fuck you mercilessly for making me set my eyes on you after seven years. I hate you. You have no fucking idea.” I wanted to burst into tears. It was f**king over. I am giving the next three years of my life to this man, just so I can save my sister and clear my debts. ……. My life has been a rollercoaster of suffering with no end. It became worse the very minute I was at my lowest, and I locked eyes with my high school bully. I had no idea how he found me but now that we were all grown, I knew he would never leave me alone. After seven years, he still didn't change. He was still a thorn in my flesh, and he always managed to make me wet and weak in the knees. I ran. I ran. I ran, but he always found me.