Novel & Cerita Free Use Relationship Stories

My ex-husband was dead, and when his wife called me, it was not to inform me about the funeral. She wanted my six-year-old daughter to stand vigil for her father at the funeral parlor. “People will talk if his daughter does not do it.” I was away on a business trip, and I had to ask my ex-husband’s sister to look after my daughter. That lasted until two in the morning, when my daughter left voice messages on her smartwatch. “It’s cold, Mommy. There are so many drawers. It looks like someone is lying inside. The door is locked. I can’t get out.” She was locked inside the mortuary refrigerator at the funeral parlor. Her pediatrician had said that if a six-year-old remained in forty degrees Fahrenheit for more than four hours, their organs would start to fail.

When the new intern, Felix Madden, hears that I'm going back to my hometown for the Thanksgiving weekend and won't be home in my fully paid-off luxury lakeview apartment, he goes out of his way to cozy up to me. "Come on, Carl. Your place is going to be empty anyway. Why not let my parents stay there for a few days during the holiday? It'll save them the cost of paying for a hotel," Felix says. Worried that my belongings might be tampered with, I politely turn him down. His expression darkens slightly, and he mutters under his breath, "Fine. If you won't lend it to me, I'll find my own way." I don't think much of it at the time. Then, on the first day of the holiday, the property management company sends me a message. They inform me that a group of strangers has entered my building using my access code and appear to be heading to my unit. My heart sinks to my stomach. Something is very wrong. I've only ever shared my access code with my closest family members. There is no way an outsider could know it. The next thing I see is Felix's social media post. The photo shows him and his entire family relaxing in my apartment. The caption reads, "Spending Thanksgiving in a luxury lakeview apartment. Life is good. If you work hard enough, you can enjoy this kind of lifestyle too." Not once does he mention that the apartment belongs to me. Instead, he deliberately makes it look like he owns the property himself. Quietly, I save every piece of evidence. I save the security camera footage and make screenshots of his social media posts. I don't throw them out, nor do I expose them—I simply wait. By the final day of the holiday, they've thoroughly enjoyed themselves and start packing up without a care in the world. As they prepare to leave, they are dumbfounded.

My story is like many others. A young alpha female, Izzabella Hale is rejected by her mate. forced to see him with another every day. Abused by her entire pack, allowed by her father the Alpha. Will running lead to her death or will it lead to freedom? There is a mystery to every story. Will she find her second chance? Or will she be a doomed soul?

“Congratulations, Catherine. You've just become my fiancée.” A sultry smile curved Hunter Thorne's lips as he watched me with his predatory gaze. He was the future Don Cartelli, the purest embodiment of danger, and I was about to become his wife. How was I supposed to know that the hot stranger I kissed in the club was one of the most fearsome men in New York?! Once I realized my mistake, I chose to stay away from him. My fate, however, had other plans… When my quiet little world began to fall apart, this notorious Mafia boss became my only salvation. I needed money and protection, and he needed a wife. This was supposed to be a simple deal, but nothing is ever simple with Hunter Thorne. He's the devil incarnated, and I've just entered his hell. This devil craves my body, heart, and soul… and I'm seconds away from surrendering every last piece of me.

"I am just a big, fat human to you, right?" I spent four years hidden in the shadows, pouring my soul into making my wolf fiancé the most powerful pack leader in the Silverhowl Bard Guild. I sacrificed my own voice, my own dreams, and my own pack standing for him. But on the eve of our wedding at the Moon Goddess Bond Hall, I caught him locked in the arms of my closest friend—the very wolf I helped turn into a superstar. They thought my human heart would break. They thought a plus-size human girl with no wolf abilities would just whimpering away into the dark. They were wrong. Betrayed, humiliated, and left standing alone at the altar, I refuse to let them see me cry. Instead, I walk straight up to the most dangerous, terrifying, and untouchable creature in the entire territory: Lucan Ashcroft, the supreme Alpha Lord of the Moonsong Dominion. He needs a wife in twenty minutes to secure his royal pack lands. I need a weapon to crush the wolves who tore my world apart. I look him dead in the golden eyes and make a deal with the devil. Our marriage is supposed to be a secret, temporary arrangement built on raw vengeance and pack law, not love. But as the fake bond begins to pull us closer under the same roof at the Ashcroft Silverclaw Citadel, the fierce Alpha King makes it clear that he isn't letting his human bride go. Rowan and Meredith wanted to see me fall, but they are about to watch me rule by the side of the ultimate Alpha. Will a human girl survive the dangerous games of the royal wolf bloodline, or will she teach the entire pack how a true queen rules?

The day before the holiday, I gave the household staff the week off. Agnes was still in the kitchen before she left, packing desserts into a bag while talking to herself with a smile. "Miss Vanessa finally got what she wanted this time. Mr. Moretti even booked that seaside villa in Amalfi." I was texting Vanessa, asking her to come over later to try on the bridesmaid dress. Without thinking much of it, I asked, "Got what?" "The wedding," Agnes said naturally. "Isn't Mr. Moretti taking Miss Vanessa to Italy?" My fingers froze above the screen. Two seconds passed before I looked up at her. "Whose wedding?" The smile on Agnes's face slowly froze. She looked at me as if she had only just realized something was wrong. "You... didn't know?" For a moment, I almost laughed at how absurd it sounded. "Agnes, Luca and I signed the family marriage registry three years ago. Next week is only supposed to be the ceremony." The kitchen fell silent. Agnes opened her mouth, embarrassment spreading across her face. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I thought you knew." She hesitated, then lowered her voice. "A while ago, when I was cleaning the study, I heard Mr. Moretti mention it to his lawyer. He said the marriage registry in your hands was never officially submitted to the family council." My heart sank. Three years ago, Luca had handed that document to me himself. He said the Moretti family was unstable, that we could not announce the marriage yet. Once he entered the inner circle of the Five Families, he would hold a proper wedding. So for all these years, I never pushed him. I even turned against the Castellano family for him. Thinking back now, maybe he had never planned to truly let me through the doors of the Moretti family in the first place.

"You belong to us.." "I belong to no one, I escaped that life a long time ago." Their eyes darkened. "This time around... There's no escape." ..... Born without a wolf and treated like a servant by her family, Nyra is rejected by her mate and forced to run away from everything she had ever known, to a school where she believed would be the safe haven she had always dreamt of. However, her fate wasn't done playing games, because on the very first night, she stumbled into the arms of three, dangerously sexy, hockey Alphas who immediately claim her as their mate and will burn the world to keep her. What she didn't know was that underneath their obsession, lies a trauma and a dark secret that could consume them all.... And a bond so fierce that it could burn her and everything else around her. Was she really born without a wolf? And was she really as weak as they claimed? WARNING- Erotic and explicit content ahead. Delve in only if dark and dangerous beasts are your poison.

Silas Jordan drew lots, which resulted in me being chosen as his wife. He hated me for getting his childhood sweetheart killed. Hence, he tortured me to death. But after I died, deep remorse overwhelmed him. After I returned to the past, I first rigged the lottery to help him get together with his childhood lover. However, there were endless new comments on the screen. They were from readers of the novel I was trapped in. [Based on the plot, the male lead will pick the female lead. Then, the male lead’s childhood lover will kill herself. When the female lead gets tortured to death, the male lead starts regretting it. But why would this miserable novel change when the female lead rigged the lottery?] It was because I no longer wished to marry him again.

When a chance encounter with a disabled man being mugged derails her job interview, Ophelia Sage must confront the consequences of her bravery. But as she faces rejection and humiliation, she unwittingly captures the attention of a powerful CEO. Will her selfless act lead to a new opportunity, or will it cost her everything she holds dear to her heart?

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.