D Samuel Gottesman Library Novels & Stories

Cravings was all it took… One moment, Samuel Preston was an ordinary college student. The next, he was snatched from his dorm room and thrown into the ruthless underworld of (THE BIDEN), an underground syndicate led by the elusive and brutal Teddy Vietnam. Known for trafficking drugs, dealing weapons, and orchestrating chaos against the military, The Biden doesn’t take no for an answer. Especially not from recruits. But Samuel isn’t just any recruit. He’s the son of the nation’s Chief of Defense Staff,a secret that could either be his greatest weapon or the reason he never sees daylight again. Determined to escape, Samuel does everything to sabotage their operations, only to catch the attention of Teddy himself. Cold, cunning, and feared by all… Teddy finds himself obsessively drawn to Samuel's fire, his resistance, his cravings for freedom. Trapped between a powerful man’s dangerous affection and the desperate yearning to return to his real life, Samuel must play a deadly game. Because in The Biden, love is war, freedom is forbidden, and craving the wrong thing might just get you killed. A dark romance thriller where power, passion, and rebellion collide.

"I've transferred the three hundred-dollar rent to you. Thanks, Samuel." A contact named Misty has sent my husband, Samuel Tucker, a message on WhatsApp. I snatch his phone immediately, only to be stunned by what I see. "Rent? Samuel, you told me that this is the income you earn from your part-time job!" Samuel's expression freezes on his face. Then, he tries to snatch his phone back. "Darling, my brother has already passed away. It's difficult for Misty to raise two children on her own…" As I caress my tiny baby bump with a hand, I feel my heart sinking at his words. "Which residence is this rent for?" Samuel parts his lips hesitantly. A long time later, he finally tells me the residential area's name. I'm completely flabbergasted at that point. The luxurious apartment sitting in that particular area is an asset that my deceased parents have left for me. Also, the rent there is worth 10,000 dollars. Yet, Samuel has rented it out to my widowed sister-in-law, Misty Patterson, and her children for only 300 dollars!

“He gave my heart to my mother. So I gave my hand to his father.” When Elara discovers that her fiancé — the man she thought she’d spend forever with — has been sleeping with her own mother just days before their wedding, something inside her shatters. The betrayal isn’t just personal; it’s humiliating, raw, and unforgettable. Instead of collapsing, Elara makes a silent vow: they’ll all pay. And her revenge begins not with a knife, but with a smile. Her target? His father — a cold, enigmatic billionaire who’s always kept his distance from the family drama. She slips into his world like smoke, slowly making herself indispensable… and irresistible. But as lines blur between vengeance and desire, Elara faces a dangerous truth: some hearts are easier to burn than others. And love, even when born of revenge, can destroy everything.

Bella's joy knew no bounds when she got married to Samuel Reynolds, the most eligible bachelor in town. However, her joy turned sour when her love was not being reciprocated. With Samuel's ex-girlfriend back into their lives, a misunderstanding shook their marriage and led to their divorce; they both went their separate ways. Bella went back to her family and assumed the identity she had been hiding for years, the heiress and CEO of the Watson Empire, the richest family in the city. With her real identity and power, she vows to seek revenge, but she gets caught in the webs of lies and betrayal from those she least expected. Samuel, realising Bella's true identity, comes crawling begging for forgiveness, but Bella is not ready to give out her heart again. Will Samuel make her change her decision, or will he face his nemesis? Find out in this intriguing story, “I won't let you fool me again, ex-husband”

My husband, Samuel Crawford, made an excuse about attending a company business meeting and refused to participate in our daughter's school activity. He also suggested that we should not participate either. Seeing my daughter's disappointment, I decided to take her myself. As soon as we entered the school, I spotted Samuel sitting on the stage with his ex-girlfriend, Monica Sterling, and her son. They looked intimate, appearing every bit like a perfect family of three. Samuel spoke confidently into the microphone about achieving family harmony and career success. Throughout his speech, he occasionally exchanged glances and smiles with Monica. The audience applauded enthusiastically. Samuel's expression grew increasingly smug, and even the little boy beside him wore an arrogant look. Soon the Q&A session came. I then grabbed the microphone and asked, "Mr. Crawford, when did you have a son? Does your wife know about this?"

My younger brother, Samuel, gave me a call and asked me to go to his university. However, his unusually serious tone took me aback. I rushed over to his counselling office, only to see him, his fellow counselors, and a female junior whom I had coincidentally helped in the last semester. The female junior, Sally, was covering her slightly protruding belly. She abruptly dropped to her knees before me in front of the counselors. “Honey, I know this unexpected pregnancy has put a lot of pressure on you. But you can’t just abandon me and our baby!” she choked back with tears. Then, she reached out to grab the hem of my clothes. However, I stepped back and left. Sally’s cries turned sharp and shrill. “You heartless jerk! How could you behave like this?! If I’d known that you’d pretend not to know me the second it was over, I would’ve never gone to a hotel with you!” One of the counselors looked furious, and he seemed furious beyond measure. “Kid, being young is no excuse. A man needs to take responsibility!” A crowd began to gather outside the office. Their pointing fingers and contemptuous stares nearly overwhelmed me. In the middle of the chaos, Samuel casually leaned against the wall and spoke with a drawl. “Chris, aren’t you going to stay and see your unborn baby?”

I'm about to get married, and yet my boyfriend, Samuel Sutton, whom I've loved for many years, has no idea about my marriage. He's infatuated with Summer Wright, an underprivileged student whom I've been sponsoring. So, he decides to throw a party for her. Before leaving for the party, Samuel scoots near me purposefully to murmur into my ear. "I'll give you the title as my wife, but I intend to give my body to the woman I actually love. Tonight, Summer and I will stay in the same room. As for you, you shall spend the night with that cold-faced bastard!" Only then do I realize that Samuel has been reborn as well. After all, in the previous life, I was the woman he had married. On top of that, he also told me that he would only love me and me only. But when I was on my deathbed, I finally found out that Samuel had been yearning for Summer the whole time. Naturally, he hated my guts for the rest of his life. That's why the first thing I do after I get reborn is switch my marriage alliance partner to Samuel's older brother, Liam Sutton.

“Let's divorce now and get this over with. We've both gotten what we wanted for this arrangement.” A tear fell out of Zerah’s eye, unnoticed. “Is that so?” Two years before, Zerah saved his life and they'd fallen in love with a promise to return as he'd left. Now, a year after their reunion, he was no longer the man she knew. Compelled to sign a contract marriage for the sake of her mother's health, she thought she could regain his love but only received humiliation and heartbreak in return. As he put the divorce papers in front of her, she'd resigned herself to let go of her love, leaving with the secret growing inside her. Yet fate still brings them together? As the bond of her sons forces her back into his life, now engaged to the childhood friend he'd never failed to humiliate her for, secrets are revealed and she is forced to bear it. What will happen when he recovers his memories and realizes that he'd chosen the wrong woman? Will he be able to win her heart? Will she accept him or choose a different path? Or will the forces against her take her before she can choose?

I was different from the others in my pack. My wolf could hear the truths hidden deep in someone’s heart. Whenever someone lied, she would immediately whisper their real thoughts to me. During the two years I was with Jace, my wolf stayed silent. I knew his love for me was real. But on the day before our marking ceremony, my wolf finally spoke. "I need to stall Leah tomorrow. I have to mark Elena." "Elena's pregnant. She has to be marked to be accepted by the pack. Leah loves me too much to blame me." My hand tightened around the pregnancy test tucked deep in my bag. A cold dread swept over me. Jace, I was pregnant too. But I wouldn't tell you. I played along with his plan, pretending I didn't know the truth. I let him make Elena his mate, father to her pup. After their ceremony, all he'd find was the discarded pregnancy test I left behind. His heir and I would be gone from his world—forever.

The morning was cold and I was currency. My father handed me to Dimitri Volkov, Bratva, like I was a contract clause. I said no at the altar. Loud enough for everyone to hear. The priest kept going. Dimitri didn’t even blink. That was fact one: I was married without consent, in Chicago, to a man who accepted silence as agreement. I left him later. Not in rage. In clarity, after I saw another girl get caught in his world with no choice, just like me. Then I went to war. Law school had taught me precision, so I used it. Civil suits. Asset forfeiture. Anonymous tips to the right agencies. I took apart everything legitimate he’d built, piece by piece, until he bled territories and pride. He showed up bruised once, signed over forty percent of his clean empire to my name, brought therapy receipts. That was fact two: I dismantled the man who caged me, on paper, without firing a shot. I still have the necklace. The one he left in my lap that first night. I wore it through the worst, through the year I rebuilt alone, through every hearing. Last month I was pregnant in a courtroom, arguing a case I won. He was in the gallery. The diamonds sat above my collar. No one asked. I never explained. That was fact three: I took something from that night and made it mine. It doesn’t belong to him anymore. It doesn’t belong to what he did. It belongs to me.