Going Merry Face Novels & Stories

After the doctor confirmed her pregnancy, the first thing Eliza Lockett did was ask her lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. "Ms. Lockett, once both parties sign, the marriage will automatically dissolve after the 30-day cooling-off period." Eliza's expression did not change. "Can I sign his name for him?" The lawyer hesitated, then quickly shook his head. "No. He must appear in person." "He agrees to the divorce," she said evenly. "He's just busy with work and can't come. If you don't believe me, I'll call him now and let you hear it yourself." She took out her phone and dialed Alban Sidham. "Alban, there's something I need to talk to you about—" He cut her off before she could finish. His voice was cold and edged with impatience. "Didn't I tell you to handle your own affairs? I don't have time for your trivial matters."

My sister-in-law, Sabrina Linskey, never hides her hatred for me. Yet, on my daughter Elena Satchwell's birthday, she does something I can never imagine. She gives Elena a dress, claiming she had sewn it by hand. She calls it a blessing for Elena's health and safety. I let her ease the dress onto Elena, relief washing over me as I convince myself that Sabrina finally understands the importance of upholding peace in the family. But Elena's skin begins to fester, until even the lightest touch makes her flinch in pain. That's when I realize Elena's fate has been swapped with Sabrina's son's. Mom and Dad, along with my brother, know all about it. Elena, beyond saying, eventually dies. I, too, am killed the moment I uncover the truth. But when I open my eyes again, I return to the day Sabrina arrives with that dress for Elena's birthday.

What have you come here for? Solace? Haven't you heard that the haunted castle is not made for weaklings? Your worse mistake is to choose this place for refuge, even if the entire pack is after you, coming here is your worse mistake because I will suck your blood off you. Are you going to suck my blood? Yes, I will suck it, till there is no blood left in your blood vessels. ***** Iris had watched her father, the alpha of the Goldfang Pack killed by the beta and his son, her supposed fated mate and she turned into an omega, a slave where she is supposed to be a Luna. As if that is not enough, her life is in danger, running away was her only option. She needed protection, someone that could keep her safe not someone that is more dangerous. And of all the places, she had to seek solace is a cursed hybrid's castle, a prince feared by everyone, a man with a scary masked, rejected by his pack because he is a vampire and a wolf, not only that, cursed by the moon goddess because he is arrogant. Could it be the two of them are destined to save each other from this pain? The pain of rejection, betrayal, and curse.

“S-save me, I beg of you. I’ll sell my soul to you, just give me another chance to live. I’ll even kiss the devil for you,” I desperately wept in front of this dangerous looking stranger. “Woman, it’s not only your soul I will covet. It’s your mind, your body and your whole existence. Are you up for that game?” he pronounced his ownership with his domineering might. ___ Framed by her evil twin sister, Selena Morgan was beaten to death on their fifth wedding anniversary by the Morgans–her husband’s family. Convinced she was dead, her bloodied body was thrown away at a landfill. With zero chance of survival, she waited for her very last breath until a mysterious and dangerous figure appeared before her. He became her last ray of hope and offered her retribution in exchange for a dreadful price–her face, identity, and old life. Desperate and consumed by her inextinguishable wrath, she willingly closed the deal with him on one condition, the fall of the Morgans’ regime. Bearing her new identity as the wife of a very influential billionaire, Alexander Forger, she showed up at a charity event orchestrated by the Morgans where she witnessed her ex-husband and twin sister’s betrayal. With fuming anger scorching inside her, Lilith--the new face of revenge, has officially been reborn.

Aria Bennett came to Australia for a business trip – a chance to prove herself as a successful architect from New York. She never imagined it would become the beginning of her nightmare when she met her client, Alexander Sterling, a cold, powerful billionaire whose calm voice terrifies more than rage. The moment Alexander Sterling saw her face, everything changed as he claimed her as his wife, Isabella Grey, the woman he had lost for five years. But Aria Bennett doesn’t remember him or their love they shared. And she refuses to belong to him or be the wife he desperately wanted back. To Aria, Alexander is nothing more than a dangerous, controlling stranger obsessed with a dead woman who happens to wear her face. Yet the longer she stays near him, the harder it becomes to trust her own mind. Desperate for answers, she uncovers a truth more terrifying than death. Then a question was thrown to her: If your entire life was a lie… Who would you choose to become? Aria Bennett? Or Isabella Grey

The hotel calls me on the phone and tactfully reminds me that since I've forgotten to pay for the condoms I've used last night, they've deducted the sum from my VIP card. I'm a little perplexed, to say the least. Last night, I've taken on an overnight shift till late night, so I've never been to the hotel. So, I question my wife, Nyla Burdette, who's the only one that knows about my VIP card number. She just looks at me in confusion. "Honey, it costs over a thousand dollars to spend a night in that hotel! Why would I stay there, to begin with? There must be something wrong with the hotel's system!" I no longer waste my breath on Nyla. My oldest uncle, Eric Fuller, is the investor of that particular hotel, so I call him right away. "Uncle Eric, help me investigate who Nyla has taken to the hotel last night! I want to catch them in the act!"

I worked as a caregiver at a psychiatric hospital. One day, during a quiet shift, I came across a post from my husband's widowed sister-in-law. [Just launched my first AI-generated short drama! Hope you'll check it out and support me!] I tapped on the video attached to the post. The villain's face was identical to mine. I immediately messaged her and demanded that she take the video down. Instead, she posted our chat in the family group. Then she added: "If it really bothers you, I'll delete it. It's just a shame my first attempt at starting a business has already failed..." My husband replied almost instantly: "Don't delete it!" Then he tagged me. "So, what if you played a vicious villain? That's called making sacrifices for art." "This is the first business your sister-in-law has ever started. Stop being so dramatic." My mother-in-law chimed in as well: "Your sister-in-law is trying to build something of her own. What's wrong with supporting her?" "What do you mean she used your face without permission? We're family. Why make such a fuss over something so trivial?" "She used all of our faces, and none of us complained. What, do you think your face is worth more than everyone else's?" What they didn't know was that I was an undercover investigative journalist. So yes, my face really was worth more than theirs.

More than a dozen institutions are competing for the technology that my younger sister, Harper Prescott, created in her research project. I return to the country just to host a college send-off party for her. But when I reach home, I find Harper being hung from a helicopter like a kite. Panicking, I run forward to save her, but a haughty rich woman blocks my way. "How dare she steal my precious niece's scholarship? This is her punishment!" I personally selected that scholarship from over a dozen institutions. How did it become her niece's? Seeing Harper's face turn purple as she falls unconscious, I demand they bring her down. The woman throws a 100-thousand-dollar check at me and says, "I'd like to see who dares to let her down. Take this money as payment for your sister's life. The three Simmons brothers are my sons. Not to mention the life of a nobody like her, even with you included, I can still afford it!" I am enraged! The three Simmons brothers are just poor students whose education I funded. Three years ago, I went abroad for my medical treatment and let them manage the company for me. I never expect them to use the power I gave them to let others bully Harper and me. Very well. I take a deep breath and call the three of them. This time, I will let them know who really rules in Southford.

He married her for millions. She gave him everything. He left her with nothing. Lucy's billionaire ex-husband stole four years of her life, fifty million dollars, and her final goodbye to her dying father. When he divorces her for his pregnant mistress, Lucy has nothing left to lose–until a car accident puts her in the path of Damian King, a guilt-ridden billionaire with a dying mother. Lucy proposes a deal: six months of fake marriage in exchange for resources to destroy her ex-husband. But revenge is a hungry beast. When her obsession threatens the baby she's carrying and the real love growing between them, Lucy must choose: become the monster or learn that some battles aren't worth winning.

Xincere Calliope Monroe was a Psychology student who has a captivating look that was greatly noticeable. She had a childhood neighbor named Zachary Flynn Williams, he was a well-known basketball player at the Psalms Eastern University. They used to go to the same school together since first grade. His undeniable looks were able to get any girl he wanted. He was secretly in love with her, but used to be so mean to her. Will they let anyone come between them, or will they finally accept and admit their feelings for each other to prove that after all, it's going to be the both of them?