App Baca Novels & Stories

Gregor Lionel is a billionaire who had everything-Power, money, and success. There's one thing he didn't have and that is a peaceful and loving relationship. He couldn't seem to cope with his girlfriend's (Flora Benson) personality. She's arrogant and proud, this behavior embarrasses him a lot. One day he decided to end things with her, but she came begging and promised to change; but it was temporary. What happens when Gregor found out she was cheating and completely left her. What happens when Flora found out that Gregor is in love with a new lady named Angel Parkman and tries her best possibly for them not to be together working with Angel's ex boyfriend. Gregor found peace and happiness with Angel and vows to do anything to be with her.

When the Alpha is murdered and Rogues seize control of the pack, Lyra is terrified. Stuck living underground under metres of ice does not stop the heat of the Full Moon. Nor does it stop leader Declan struggling with his history with the bunker. Declan is trying to prevent chaos and starvation, whilst fighting his wolfs yearning for Lyra. She must be ignored. The servant girl, a tainted daughter of the dead Alpha is off limits. However trapped together, every month soon becomes a passionate torture. Hurt by the past, Lyra refuses to let her guard down, even as her heart melts. Rogues are not meant to be trusted, but could it be the secrets she has hidden that bring the pack down?

On Mother’s Day, I was driving an intoxicated wealthy woman home when she suddenly said, “You know, I stole my husband from another woman.” Then she handed me a photo. The moment I saw it, my entire body went numb. The man smiling with his arm around her looked exactly like my husband — who had supposedly died eight years ago. After my husband, Cedric Foster, died in an accident, he left me drowning in debt and caring for his comatose mother. To pay everything off, I worked a day job and drove for a rideshare service at night. When creditors came knocking and I had no money left, I sold my blood more times than I could count. “Handsome, isn’t he?” said the woman with a smug smile. “He was married back then, but for me, he walked away from his wife and abandoned his family.” As we entered an exclusive luxury neighborhood, the woman rushed toward two figures waiting ahead. The moment I recognized them, every drop of blood in my body seemed to freeze. I could barely breathe.

Clara stood in the middle of the glass room with her transparent clothes, holding back her embarrassment while trying to cover her body with both hands. There were cheers from outside the glass room and naughty looks from the hungry men. "1 million," "5 million," "7 million," Everyone placed a bet on Clara at a fairly low price, tears kept going to roll down Clara's rosy cheeks. Her body was almost shaky and she couldn't meet everyone's eyes, she was like a kitten amidst a hungry lion. "50 million," A man's voice that surprised her made their eyes meet. A most dangerous mafia chief raises his betting cards and shocks everyone. Steven looked at Clara with a grin, as if he was ready to eat Clara alive. His eyes were sharp like a wolf's, and it was him.

As I secured the safety rope, I discovered that the metal clip had been replaced with a flimsy plastic ring. My girlfriend, already on the soft ladder, dismissed my concern casually. "Ryan has got a ton of luggage. One clip isn't enough to keep it secure, so I gave him yours. Just wait for the next trip." In desperation, I pointed to the floodwaters surging past my chest. "But I can't swim!" "Cut the drama, okay?" she huffed. "You're a swimming champ. What's the big deal about treading water for a bit? Ryan is related to my boss, and if anything happens to him, my promotion is down the drain. Can't you be reasonable?" "Is his luggage more important than my life?" I shot back, lunging for the ladder. But she kicked me away. "I've checked. The water won't rise too fast. At worst, it'll reach your neck. You'll survive." Refusing to argue further, I watched the floodwaters rage higher and quickly pressed a special emergency beacon on my wrist.

Synopsis: Trapped in His Dangerous Love Nyla’s life changes the moment she becomes the pawn in a powerful pack’s scheme. Dominic Barrick, a strong and commanding wolf, is forced to marry her not for love, but because of his stepmother Margaret and the ambitions of his family. Margaret is ruthless, willing to manipulate and destroy lives to secure Dominic’s position as Alpha, leaving Nyla with no say in her own future. Caught in a loveless arrangement, Nyla struggles to maintain her dignity and independence while being thrust into a world of rigid rules, family politics, and high expectations. Her heart is already tied to Eric, a loyal friend who cares for her, but the union with Dominic traps her in obligations she cannot ignore. Dominic, though imposing, is not heartless; he cannot easily ignore his conscience as he is pulled between duty, his father’s expectations, and Margaret’s controlling influence. As Nyla learns the depth of Margaret’s cruelty and the weakness hidden within Dominic’s family, she begins to understand just how dangerous her new life truly is. She is treated as a tool rather than a person, yet she refuses to lose herself. At the same time, Dominic’s internal conflict slowly creates an unspoken tension between them, turning their forced marriage into something far more complicated than either expected. Trapped in His Dangerous Love is a story of manipulation, family betrayal, and forbidden attraction. It follows Nyla’s journey through control, power, and unwanted obligation as she fights to protect her identity and survive in a world that constantly tries to own her. In a place where loyalty and desire collide, Nyla must decide whether love, survival, or defiance will ultimately shape her fate.

In the tenth year of my marriage to a genius pianist, I came down with a strange illness. A month ago, my husband missed my birthday party to care for his ailing sister-in-law. Night after night, I had waited for him to return home. But that night I forgot to wait at all and went to bed early. Half a month ago, he attended an important performance with his sister-in-law. I had always been petty and prone to jealousy, yet this time I didn't get angry. I simply went home in silence. Three days ago, I fell seriously ill with a burning fever. My husband rushed back from out of town in a panic—but only to tend to his sister-in-law, whose hand had been scalded. When we ran into each other at the hospital, I was strangely calm. I, who used to be fiercely jealous, felt nothing at all. I forgot the promise we had made to grow old together. I even forgot how he once fretted over me for days when I'd scraped a bit of skin. It wasn't until he said he wanted to bring his sister-in-law home and take care of her for the rest of his life that I—my memories riddled with holes—summoned the system at last. "I want to go home."

After moving to a new school, Pearl finds herself caught in the crosshairs of the school's notorious bully, Lucas Whitlock. However, to her surprise, the bully soon finds himself falling for her. As their relationship grows, Pearl is torn between her feelings for the bully and the danger he poses. It seems he has many secrets which he always hides.  He is a rich, cold, and aloof figure, known for his cruelty and intimidating demeanour. Yet, Pearl soon discovers that beneath his tough exterior, Lucas has a soft side that he only shows around her.  Pearl: "Watch where you're going, you blind bull!" Lucas turns around, still intimidating but surprisingly soft-spoken when his eyes fall on her. His heart skips a beat.  Lucas: "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. It won't happen again." “ Gasp! ” The students around them are shocked by Lucas' unexpected politeness. She called him a ‘ blind bull! ’ and he not only apologised but actually smiled at her! But who is more shocked is none other than Pearl herself.  As their relationship develops, Pearl must navigate the intense and complex dynamics of falling for someone notoriously difficult to please.

For the sake of that fake heiress, my biological parents and brother threw me into a horror game to "teach me some manners." The second the game started, the fake heiress, Nicole, went out of her way to provoke the ghosts nonstop. Once she'd pissed them off, she shoved me in front of her to take the punishment. As I lay there, tortured within an inch of my life, she planted her foot on my head and smirked. "Mom and Dad already made it clear—I'm the only one they truly love. They only brought you back to keep me entertained! Letting you deal with those ghosts for me is more than generous. If you dare complain, once my brother and the others get back, they'll skin you alive." In my past life, I treated them like family and gave in every single time. In the end, I was nothing but a stepping stone for them to beat the game—torn apart and devoured by over a dozen ghosts. But now, I've been reborn. "Welcome to Horror Instance: Happy Home." The moment I heard that mechanical announcement, I slapped the arrogant Nicole so hard she flew across the room. Because in this instance, the three bosses that terrorized every player… were all my family. The red-dressed female ghost who killed without hesitation was my adoptive mother. The monster with scissors for hands who ripped out hearts with a single swipe was my adoptive father. And the ruthless warden who devoured people whole, leaving no bones behind, was my adoptive brother. With them watching my back, why the hell would I keep putting up with this? A mocking smile curled across my lips as I said, "You're on my turf; none of you are getting out alive."

On New Year’s Eve, an old friend called to congratulate me on the birth of my son. “Emrys, you’ve been keeping this a secret pretty well! If I hadn’t seen you and your wife taking care of the baby together, I wouldn’t have known you had a child!” I froze in my tracks. How could I not know I had a child? And that I was taking care of him with her? I immediately called my wife, who was still working late, to confront her about it. She just laughed and said our friend must have been mistaken, which was why this whole mix-up happened. But the very next second, our friend sent a photo. In the photo, she was facing sideways, holding a child in her arms, with a man standing beside her. Only his back was visible, but the silhouette was exactly like mine. Her smile was gentle and radiant. At first glance, she looked utterly blissful. I stared at the meticulously prepared New Year’s Eve dinner spread before me and suddenly flung it to the floor. I immediately dialed my brother. He was a lawyer. “Celene Zeller cheated on me. She even had a child. “I want a divorce. I want to kick her out of my company and make her leave with nothing.”