First Contact War Novels & Stories

The night I found out I was pregnant, my husband stayed out to be with his first love. Without a second thought, I packed my bags, signed the divorce agreement, and walked away. Single moms could survive just fine nowadays, and splitting his massive fortune to raise the child alone sounded like the perfect, sweet life.

Before heading off to war, Sebastian Crawford made a solemn blood vow on his honor—just to keep me from worrying while he was gone. He promised to come back and marry me with a grand ceremony, the whole nine yards. Eight years later, Sebastian returned as a general, draped in glory. But by his side was a woman—dressed like a man, her very pregnant belly sticking out like a sore thumb. I took a deep breath, calmly slipped off my engagement ring, and called the whole thing off. Sebastian scowled, clearly annoyed. "Lena bled with me on the battlefield. I've always seen her as a brother in arms. She's pregnant because she helped me take care of a physical need. It was simple and practical. No strings attached." I let out a bitter laugh. Then I sent a messenger pigeon. "Fine. Then I'll find someone to help me out too."

"Do I make you wet, Catherine?" ******* She was the girl he never forget and he was the boy she couldn't remember. Catherine Meyer's life has been that of mystery, she couldn't remember anything from her childhood except for the ones she was told. At seventeen she was already living with an uncle she doesn't remember, when her uncle was transferred to New York she had to start at a new school. Her first day in Riverside High School was something she would always remember: She was claimed by a boy she doesn't even know, worst past is... She was attracted to him immediately she saw him.

On our third wedding anniversary, my wife's first love came back to town. Right in front of everyone, he pulled out a piece of lingerie and handed it to her. "I always thought you looked your best in this," he said. As the crowd laughed, my wife didn't get upset—instead, she looked almost coy. "Well, that depends on who I'm wearing it for," she replied. Then she turned to me, her eyes dripping with contempt. "Why would I bother trying to impress a man with no romance in his bones?" Her first love shot me a smug look. I just smiled, raised my glass to him, and walked off. But suddenly, my wife didn't look so sure of herself anymore.

On the eve of the SAT, the authorities notify me that I need to claim the body of my father, who has died tragically in prison. My mother comes to me and says she wants my father to take the blame for her first love, Joe Anderson, for a second time. "Where's your dad? Joe accidentally caused a patient's death during surgery. Ask Andrew to go to prison for him again. Consider these two prison terms as compensation for that slap he gave Joe last time. "After this, I'll return to the family and stay with you and your father." I don't even look up as I mumble absentmindedly, "Dad is dead." Mom lets out a scornful laugh and locks me inside a sauna room. Clenching her jaw, she presses the button on the remote control in her hand, turning the temperature up rapidly. Then, she sends an angry message to my dad to threaten him. She writes, "Andrew Miller, how dare you teach our son to lie to me? I'd like to see what kind of stunt you're trying to pull! If you don't want Chester to get hurt, show yourself right now!" My skin turns bright red due to the burst capillaries. I pound desperately on the door, trying to explain and beg for help. But Mom is busy comforting the frightened Joe and pays no attention to me at all. As my body becomes severely dehydrated, I let out a bitter laugh. I sneer inwardly, "Mom, Dad and I are making it up to your first love with our lives. Is that enough?"

Lena Clermont fell hard for her dad's friend, Andrew Rohan—twelve years older. The first time she saw him, he was all sharp suits and broad shoulders, effortlessly standing out. He smiled, patted her head, and handed her a princess dress. Fast forward to twenty. He got drugged at a banquet. She wore that same dress, offering herself as the cure.

At sixteen, Seraphina Thorne watched in silence as her father nearly beat to death the boy who loved her a servant’s son who dared to reach too high. Cast out into a raging storm, eighteen-year-old Elias disappeared that night him… along with her only chance at love. Ten years later, he returns as a ruthless billionaire. And this time, he owns everything. After quietly crushing the Thorne empire under a staggering 10-billion-dollar debt, Elias offers Seraphina one cruel choice: become his contracted surrogate… or watch her family fall. Trapped and humiliated, Seraphina endures his cold control until she discovers she’s carrying twins. But survival has a price. Threatened by his dangerous fiancée, Seraphina makes a devastating choice: she leaves her newborn daughter behind to fulfill the contract… and vanishes into the night with her hidden son. Years later, she returns as Madam S powerful, untouchable, and ready to destroy the man who once broke her. But revenge turns complicated when buried truths surface. Because Elias was never just her tormentor. He was the boy her family destroyed first. Now, with love, hatred, and two children caught between them… Who will break first?

I always thought getting accepted into Elite Order Academy would finally make my family proud. Perhaps then they would stop controlling my every move. Maybe my brothers would stop resenting me. Perhaps I wouldn’t feel so invisible anymore. No one believed I could do it—not even my mate, Alpha Jaxon Trevane. The night I planned to tell him... I found him tangled in bed with my best friend. Heartbroken and humiliated, I left everything behind and went to Elite alone. But the academy isn’t the fairytale I dreamed about. Beneath the grand halls and traditions, a brutal game is being played. The four ruling Alphas of the North, South, East, and West fight for power, dominance... and now, for me. A virgin. Untouched. Unclaimed. The prize they all want. There’s the mate who shattered my heart and swears he’ll win me back. The brilliant strategist who wants me as his Luna. The dangerous playboy who promises no one will ever touch me but him. And the cold, possessive Alpha who watches from the shadows—and would destroy anyone who dares to take me from him. But in a place where love is a battlefield and lust is a weapon, falling in love might be the most dangerous thing I ever do. Welcome to Elite Order Academy—where every desire has a price, and my body is the ultimate trophy.

Jade Nightshade never wanted a life bound by destiny. Growing up as the Alpha’s daughter, Jade believed her future lay with Rowan, her childhood love, and the dangerous oath they’d made—to defy fate and stay together no matter what. But when Rowan discovered his true mate, Kassandra, he betrayed Jade, leaving her shattered. Soon after, Darius, her childhood friend and strongest warrior, returned, revealing himself as her true mate but asking her to risk her life in a binding ritual. Feeling betrayed by both men, Jade made a shocking decision at the Blood Moon Ceremony, declaring, "One of you must die for me to know who truly deserves me." In a clash of fate, love, and loyalty, Jade is no longer the one bound by destiny. Now, the men who would die for her love must prove they’re willing to live up to it.

To save the man she truly loved, the princess locked me in our room and cut out my heart's blood. The last time she drew blood from me, I finally reached the end of my strength and died. But without a shred of pity, she drove the knife into my chest again. "Alec, just bear it a little longer. Stephen's illness came on so suddenly. I need you to give one more bit of your heart's blood." She thought I would struggle in pain. Instead, I lay motionless on the bed and let her take what she wanted. She finally froze, then softened her voice and said, "I'm glad you've come to your senses. I'll make it up to you some other day." But she didn't know there would be no other day. Because I was already dead. What lay before her now was nothing more than a ghost without pain or feeling. In seven more days, I would disappear completely.