Gintoki Funny Face Novels & Stories

"You’re worth five million dollars, Vespera. Don't make me regret not selling you to the labs." My father didn't look at me like a daughter. He looked at me like a bad investment. As a 'Dud' born into a Royal Shifter line, I was a freak, a wolf-less servant who scrubbed the floors of the packhouse while my sister prepared to lead. But when my grandmother’s heart started failing and the hospital threatened to dump her on the street, I ran out of options. I signed the paper. Ninety-nine days. One child. No names. No light. The man who bought me lives in a fortress of concrete and silence. He is a billionaire who never shows his face, a shadow that only comes to me in the dead of night. They say he’s a monster. They say he’s deformed. But when Killian finally touches me in the dark, his skin doesn't feel like a monster's. It feels like a furnace—a scorching, electric heat that makes my dormant blood scream for the first time in nineteen years. The truth is much worse than the rumors. Killian is the Lycan King—the same God my former pack kneels to every Sunday. He doesn't want an heir. He’s dying from a feral rot that’s eating his mind, and my 'useless' human blood is the only thing that stops the screaming in his head. My parents think they sold a broken girl to pay a debt. My ex-mate, Alpha Jax, thinks he rejected a nobody. But as the life inside me begins to howl, I realized that I’m not a Dud. I’m a Moon-Healer. And King Killian isn't going to let his medicine walk away when the ninety-nine days are up.

“You wicked woman! You dare kidnap my daughter?" He growled, gripping her small wrist tight. Samantha squirmed, “You're mistaken, Sir, the child is not yours but mine!” “You dare say that again? Then explain the resemblance between us?” He retorted with raw hatred. Taken aback, all the color drained from Samantha’s face upon the realization he was right. How the hell did she overlook that? No, how the hell was it possible that he was the father of her child! ~~~~~~ It was an unspoken secret that Samantha's twin sister committed a grave sin in her marriage, thus Samantha became her sister’s substitute to bury that infidelity. However, on their 3rd wedding anniversary, Samantha discovers her husband’s infidelity. But that wasn't enough reason for her to -divorce him because she didn't want her daughter fatherless. But one act, one single act almost cost her life and that of her child and Samantha declared defeat, serving Zeke Frost the divorce papers, and left without looking back but with promises to revenge! However, fate had another path in store for her when she encountered the devil himself; Dalton Montclair. The most gorgeous man in the world and the youngest bachelor in the city. He's ruthless, he's got the looks, money, and fame. But what more? He's got a striking resemblance with her son!

On the way back to work after the New Year, my wife Liana Corn and I got into a car accident. Opening my eyes again, I realized that we had returned to the time we just started dating. In our previous life, we were married for eight years. Life was good, but she refused to have any children. Later, I learned that she had always kept her childhood sweetheart in her heart. After our regression, I decided to set us both free. We both deleted each other's contacts without a word, stopped seeing each other, and became complete strangers. Eight years later, Liana became a top investor. At our class reunion, she made a high-profile announcement with her childhood sweetheart Serge Gibson. Seeing that I had come to the reunion alone, she teased me. "Ryan Carter, I know I'm attractive. You love me for two lifetimes and still can't let go, but you don't need to cling to me like this." I pretended not to hear and took my son by the hand. Liana's face instantly turned pale, her eyes bloodshot. "Didn't you say you'd love only me for life?" she demanded. "How can you have a son with someone else?!"

On the day of my daughter Eleanor Baldwin's second birthday party, my entire family stood nervously by the banquet hall entrance. They were not there to greet guests, but rather to keep me from showing up and causing a scene. Mom's face was written all over with anxiety. "Lucas wouldn't actually crash the party, would he?" Dad's brow stayed tightly furrowed. "Who knows? That disgrace of a son is capable of anything." My younger brother, Cody Baldwin, had his arm wrapped gently around my wife, Kendra Clarkson, trying to reassure her. "Don't worry. If Lucas dares to show up, I'll keep you and Ellie safe." Kendra nodded slowly. "If it really comes to that... maybe we should just let Ellie be his goddaughter. At least then, we're still family..." However, the party came and went, and I never appeared. I had already made up my mind to join a classified national defense research program. Only this time, it was for good.

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, I noticed something strange. My best friend, Darren Blackburn, who had always been single, had suddenly changed his profile picture to a couple’s photo. "So you’ve been hiding a girlfriend from me?" I joked with a grin. "When are you bringing her around? I should at least meet her and make sure she’s good enough for you." He just smiled and shook his head, brushing it off. "Not yet," he said. "It’s not the right time." Then Deanna Cunningham, my wife’s voice called out from the kitchen, "Babe, come help me tie my apron." I hadn’t even pushed my chair back yet when Darren was already on his feet, jogging over. He stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and tied the apron strings for her. I froze where I stood. Seeing the look on my face, he quickly tried to explain, "I’m just used to helping out at home. My mom’s always bossing me around. It’s basically muscle memory. Don’t read into it." I didn’t argue or make a scene. I kept my expression neutral and carried on with the dinner as if nothing had happened. Only after all the guests had left did I turn to Deanna, who was clearing the table, and say calmly, "Let’s get a divorce." She slammed the dishes down with a loud crash and glared at me. "Seriously? Over something like that? Just because he tied my apron once?"

After my boyfriend, Mitchell Cooper, finds out that I've spent 300 thousand dollars on a mug, he demands that I buy his mother a single-level apartment that's worth eight million dollars in the heart of the city. Naturally, I turn his ridiculous demand down in a roundabout way. But this sets him off instead. "Don't be so stingy! My mom will become your mom in the future! What's wrong with showering her with gifts in advance?" Afterward, he records all our expenses that have taken place during our relationship on presentation slides and tells me that we have to split them up. "If you think splitting up our expenses is a troublesome thing to do, then you might as well imburse all of them. You're the rich one, after all. "I've already discussed everything with my family. We'll only give you one dollar as a form of wedding gift. It means 'the only one,' which sounds amazing, right?" Upon noticing my lack of response, Mitchell issues the ultimatum right away. "If you refuse to accept these conditions, then we can call off the wedding. You've already dated me for so many years. I'd like to see if anyone wants a second-hand woman like you." I stare at the long list of expenses that need to be split. I even catch sight of the two-dollar Uber fees that were charged when Mitchell came to look for me in the past. With a smile on my face, I reply, "Okay, then. I don't want a single cent from you in terms of wedding gifts. I'll buy your mom that apartment right now."

Sephina never wanted much—just a quiet life, a warm oven, and a place to belong. But the night she’s thrown out of her home with nothing but the clothes on her back, all that disappears. Desperate and alone, she takes the only job she can find... serving food to the monsters she was raised to fear. The werewolves. Fierce, beautiful, deadly. Everything her world told her to avoid. Especially him. Lucien, their king, is colder than the northern wind and twice as dangerous. When their eyes meet, something stirs—something neither of them understands. It’s not love. It’s not hate. It’s a pull. A bond. And it’s wrong. Because Sephina is only human. Isn’t she? As secrets start to rise, she’ll have to face a truth buried deep in her blood—one that could tear her apart... or change everything.

The fearful time to leave the nest arrives for everyone, even more for Catherine, a recent graduate full of dreams in front of her and now receiving a job offer in a renowned law firm far from her hometown, this is the time to move on and fly high, but things are not as easy as she imagines, the obstacles seem to focus on a single person, her boss Miguel who apparently loves to be a tough guy and pick on her, is this all bitterness or is the weirdo hiding something?

Alacrimia in Layman's terms is the congenital inability to produce tears. Some places in Africa have their norms and beliefs wrapped around age-old, blind superstitions. Especially the rural communities. So when a young girl comes from the city to the village, and it is discovered, through a series of unfortunate events, that she won't cry, even when induced, things take a downward spin for her, as she finds herself from Osun State to Kogi State, and then Enugu State.

Mia, an 18 year old. Living a life no one should ever have to experience. Having an abusive father and a mother who would love her father no matter how many times he abused them. How will the MMA fighter who she felt an instant connection fit into her life? Having no choice but to escape her horrible life, leaving everything and everyone she knows behind. How will Mia be able to live on her own? Will Mia be able to leave her past life behind?