Coin Novels & Stories

For years, Lyra Ashford survived as the invisible, abused omega servant of her pack. Her only goal was to endure the cruelty of her vain stepsister, Selene, and the arrogant, brutal future Alpha, Kael Draven, long enough to escape. With her protective hidden wolf, Nyra, keeping her sane, Lyra secretly saves every coin and flee to a prestigious city academy under the cover of Kael’s Alpha ritual. ​She thought she was finally free. She was wrong. ​When Kael the ruthless Alpha heir enrolls at the very same academy. ​Suddenly, her safe haven feels like a cage. Kael corners her in the corridors, forces his way into her life, and stalks her every move. But the academy isn’t the packhouse, and Lyra refuses to bow to him anymore. As their forced proximity ignites a dangerous, undeniable heat, Kael becomes wildly territorial, ruthlessly punishing anyone else who dares to bully his target. ​But Kael is still promised to Selene, and a match between an elite Alpha heir and a lowly omega is strictly forbidden. As the lines between hatred, possession, and raw desire violently blur, Lyra must decide if she is strong enough to fight the powerful man who was born to ruin her—or if her rebellious body will surrender to the bully she was never supposed to want.

The first born son of the Laird to the largest clan on the boarder is one of three identical triplets. But nobody really knows which one was born first! So who will rule? The king will decide. Or will he? To keep peace in the highlands and unite the boarder lands the king feels all three men must have a clan to rule. Since all three are unwed, he chooses brides for them that will result in each of the triplets having a clan to rule and a wife to create heirs with. Assuming the laird named his first son after himself, the king weds Griogair to the second daughter of the clan to the west. He and Eliana would stay on MacInnis land, uniting it through marriage with the MacDonald clan that stretched from their boarder to the west coast. He wed the remaining brothers to clans that had only women as direct heirs. Padraig to the widow Fraiser and Alasdair to the young Isobel whose father owned the land on the east coast. But the men have other ideas. This is a game the men have played since they were small. Padraig tosses a silver coin and his brother's nod, instantly swapping identities as smoothly as taking a step. Will anyone notice they have each chosen their own wife? Just as nobody knows which son was first born, few can tell them apart. Certainly not the emissary or clergy sent by the king! But when the truth comes to light, will it all unravel?

“I'll give you everything you want in this world, just carry my child.” “What are you saying?” Anastasia asked, lips quivering with shock. “I’m saying, be Mrs. Moretti again, be my wife, and carry my child.” ************************ Anastasia’s perfect life turned out to be a sham after she found her husband cheating on her with his secretary and lost her child. But instead of remorse, her husband blamed her for it and stole her father’s company from her. This filled Anastasia with hate. She promised to make him bleed and pay him back in his own coin, but she had been swindled out of her family’s fortune and could only ask people for help. The only person who offered was her ex–brother-in-law. She knew the only person who could dare go against her ex-husband was his half-brother, so she agreed. But he had only one condition: she had to carry his child, and it had to happen within a year. “We just have to sleep together during your fertile window, and the moment you carry my child, we are done.” That was the agreement, but it wasn’t that simple. As the fire of revenge burned through Anastasia wanting to destroy her ex husband, she found herself burning for her ex-husband’s brother. But she didn’t want that, because behind the man’s cold demeanor lay a secret she couldn’t handle.

"I Jeremy Walker, reject you Olivia Myles as a fated mate" Jeremy said baldly without a single emotion in his eyes. He turned back and walked away leaving Olivia to feel the pain. Olivia was taken aback at first. Not only Olivia was shocked, everyone in the building was. The rejection was too cruel. He didn't even talk to her to get to know her. He just rejected her in front of the whole pack. "Arghhhh!" Pain struck Olivia's heart like a rock was thrown on it. She held her chest and screamed out loud. No one even moved close to her. They all watched as she fell to the ground, landing on the broken bottles she was trying to pick earlier. She cried out in pain rolling on the floor. The pain from the bottles piercing her skin can't be in any way compared to the pain in her heart. Olivia Myles is just like the trash of the pack. No one loved her because she's an omega, her family not exempted. Olivia had to suffer bullying from everyone. She was timid and couldn't fight back but then after she was brutally rejected by her, Jeremy Walker the soon to be Alpha. She then decided to be a better person and wouldn't allow anyone to toss her around like a coin anymore. She then ran away from her pack after she was almost to be married to the oldest and ugliest man in their pack. Will she come back powerfully and take her revenge on Jeremy or she would be captured by love and forget about revenge? Will she be able to forgive all those who hurt her?

Gair, the third-born son of the Laird to the largest clan on the border, is one of three identical triplets. He is quite content with the fun and freedom of a third-born son. He enjoyed spending his days training with the men and his nights laying with willing lasses. Leaving his brothers to squabble over how to run the clan and worry about providing heirs suited him fine. Unfortunately, the king has other ideas. To keep peace in the highlands and unite the borderlands the king feels all three men must have a clan of their own. Since he believes all three are unwed, he chooses brides for them which will result in each having a clan to rule and a wife to create heirs with. He wed Gai to a beautiful woman. The problem? The woman had married his brother two years earlier! With a coin toss, the brothers swap identities, switching wives and clans. Will anyone notice? Will Gair regret leaving his home and the beautiful woman the king had gifted him to head off into the unknown, to run a clan he's never visited and marry a woman he's never met? Isobel is an outcast in her own clan. She refuses to dress or act like a lady. Instead, she has found a way to become nearly invisible, and to help and who are being abused to escape to new lives. She had thought herself safe from the dangers of marriage. It hadn't occurred to her that the king would see it done. Can she trust this stranger with her secrets? Can he help her heal from the past? Most importantly, can she help him save their clan from being taken over by a band of rogue mercenaries?

“The surgery starts in thirty minutes. Your heart matches Hazel perfectly - don’t be late.” For three agonizing years, Penelope played the quiet, obedient Omega in the Blue-Claw Pack, scrubbing floors like a servant while her billionaire husband, Julian, threw money at her to buy her absolute silence. She took the brutal degradation out of love for her fated mate , hiding a secret: she is actually the hidden Crown Princess of the Lycan King, possessing a latent genetic power capable of forcing ordinary Alphas to their knees. But when Julian demands she surrender her physical heart to save his scheming mistress, the invisible tether breaks. Penelope signs the ancient dissolution scroll , severing the fated bond with silver fire , and walks out into the freezing night - igniting an impending war between her royal lineage and the pack that dared to treat a queen like property. Bound by a cruel fated bond , Penelope became a broken shadow in a household that despised her, trading her royal crown for the soot and heavy labor of a low-ranking maid. She endured the icy, indifferent commands of Julian , the ruthless Alpha heir. While he spent his evenings enveloped in the desperate, manipulative pheromones of another woman , Penelope suppressed her own sovereign Lycan spirit , letting her hands bleed in silence just to ease the burden. Julian treated their marriage like a business contract , unaware that his "helpless Omega" bride was merely a substitute identity designed to escape the suffocating duties of the royal palace. The catch? While the Blue-Claw Pack attempted to freeze her bank accounts and strip her of every coin to force her submission , Penelope had never spent a single credit point of Julian’s wealth - her true financial and sovereign power remained completely locked behind the impenetrable borders of the Rogue King's domain.

I gave him nine years. Nine years of stretching every coin, raising our son alone, sleeping on my side of the bed because I could not bring myself to take his. Nine years of telling Dave his father was working hard so they could have a better life. I believed it myself. Until I saw him on a public street with his hand on another woman’s waist, looking at her the way I spent nine years waiting for him to look at me. When he crossed the pavement it was not to apologise. It was to tell me she was his wife. Six months married. He told me to keep things calm, walked back to her, and introduced me as his cousin. The divorce papers came that same night. I needed a job immediately. For my son. For the bills that would not wait for me to finish falling apart. So I pulled myself together the way I always do and kept moving. I did not expect Mac Harlow. I did not expect him to run three blocks to return my dropped folder or offer me a job despite his sister’s calls to have me removed. I did not expect his daughter to find my son within ten minutes and decide they were already family. I did not expect to discover that the man I was starting to trust was connected to everything I was trying to leave behind. He did not know. I believe that. But Marshall knows now that someone else sees what he threw away. And he wants it back. He is nine years too late. Mac is looking at me like I am worth staying for. Not fixing. Not managing. Staying for. I spent nine years being someone’s afterthought. Never again.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​