Infamous: Second Son Power Novels & Stories

On the day Raina Whitmore makes the Helios Rich List, she smiles for the cameras and declares, "I wouldn't be here without my secretary, Kieran Vale. He's the most important person in my life." While she confesses her love in the interview, I lie in a hospital bed, worn out and fading. I'm her husband, the one who's held her company together all these years. But I don't get a single word of thanks. My daughter, Talia Hart, even looks at me with pure disdain. "Dad, you've held Mom and Uncle Kieran back long enough. It's time you let go and let them be together." Rage surges through me. My chest tightens, and everything goes black. When I open my eyes, I'm back 30 years earlier, standing in the Whitmore residence to choose my fiancee. This time, I don't hesitate. I skip right over Raina and choose her aunt, Elara Whitmore.

Kabera is a girl from a poor family. While in high school, she decides to snatch people's snacks and steal their things to sell and earn money. One day, she decides to snatch food from a little girl. The girl tells her that she is the daughter of the governor and that she will tell her father. Kabera threatened her not to say anything and as the little girl was afraid, she didn't say anything until the last day of the school year when she came with her big brother Ariel who is also the governor's son. She told him that Kabera often snatched her snack. That's how Ariel went to meet Kabera to ask her for explanations but...

In a fictional world of the supernatural in a place called Horror academy, based on the rivalry between vampires and the wolves. Following the life of the Alpha werewolf, Primus vampire and a mere vampire Elvira. Elvira wanted the realms to be combined and live together in harmony while, the primus vampire had an entirely different plan for the realms. As time went on, a great twist of fate occurred at Horror academy, which led to a devastating period for everyone at the realm. “How to fix things? Who’s destiny was it ?” remained the question of the moment.

The day we submitted our college applications, the school beauty, Hayley Law, suggested we all go rafting to unwind. Every single person in class raised their hand in agreement. In my previous life, as the class monitor, I did everything I could to stop them. Wild rafting was far too dangerous. Without any safety measures in place, accidents could easily happen. In the end, everyone made it back safely and got into the colleges they wanted. But before the semester even started, news came that Hayley had gone rafting alone, slipped into the water, and drowned. When Terry Vargas, my boyfriend and the most popular guy in school, heard what happened, he took the lead in organizing a memorial at sea. Then, when the waves were at their worst, he shoved me into the ocean. Later, when the police questioned them, they all told the same story as if they had planned it. "Katrina insisted on a sea burial for Hayley. During the storm, she got swept away by the waves and disappeared." They even produced fake evidence to clear Terry's name. My parents were shattered. They went to Terry again and again, desperate for the truth, but he had them set up and locked away in a mental institution, where they were tormented to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Hayley first suggested the rafting trip. I stood there quietly, watching my classmates pile into the bus she had rented, heading off to that same reckless trip. This time, I would just look out for myself.

SECOND CHANCES AT SUNRISE Years ago, Yara and Jamal were young, in love, and certain about forever—until life pulled them apart. Their relationship didn’t end in chaos, but in painful silence. Jamal, determined to build an empire, chose ambition when fear whispered that love would slow him down. Yara, brilliant and proud, walked away without demanding the closure her heart quietly begged for. Now, Jamal Adeyemi is a confident and charismatic CEO—one who commands industries, decisions, and attention. Success follows him everywhere, yet something essential has always felt missing. Yara, now a celebrated designer, has built her own creative world with warmth, resilience, and independence. Her heart didn’t turn cold—it simply learned caution. Fate reunites them over cinnamon-flushed coffee in Lagos. The spark remains, but neither believes that old love guarantees a new beginning. This time, Jamal does not rush or assume. He shows up—with patience, sincerity, steady action, and emotional wisdom he once lacked. Lunch dates lead to long conversations, honest moments, and a healing coastal getaway where past wounds finally find voice. But second chances demand more than nostalgia—they require trust rebuilt, fears confronted, and love proven through presence and honesty. In rediscovering each other, Jamal and Yara learn that the safest kind of forever isn’t loud—it arrives like sunrise: Soft. Steady. Certain. Earned.

"You called me a spoiled princess who wouldn't last five minutes in the real world." "You hacked my team's group chat and sent my rookie hazing photos to the entire athletic department." Ivy Chen and Nate Callahan have history. Bad history. So when a reality TV show, a brother's scholarship, and one NHL reputation crisis collapses them into the same luxury off-campus house, fake dating, shared bed, live cameras it should be simple. Pretend. Survive. Walk away. Except Ivy already knows something she can't unknow: her anonymous 2 a.m. best friend, the one she's been trading secrets and stupid hockey memes with for months, the one who feels like the safest person she's never met is him. Nate. Her brother's grumpy, broody, insufferable captain. The guy who stress-bakes at midnight after losses. Who has a hidden playlist of cheesy 2000s power ballads. Who looks at her sometimes like she's not a problem to solve anymore. "This isn't real," she reminds herself daily. The staged touches say otherwise. Because somewhere between sharp barbs softening into playful teasing, stolen kisses that linger way past necessary, and quiet unguarded moments the cameras never quite catch the list of reasons she can't stand him stops growing. Then comes the night after overtime, Nate still in his game-day suit, eyes warm in the low kitchen light. "So what happens when the cameras stop rolling?" His thumb brushes her jaw. Soft. Certain. "Who said we're stopping?" One semester. One championship run. One expiration date. Neither of them is counting down anymore.

Vesa Araya never understood the reason why his biological father, Valentino Araya, threw him to London, England. What Vesa knew, since he was a child he lived with his grandparents in the country. While his father settled in Indonesia. The father only visited him to England once a year and he forbade his son to go to Indonesia.  One day, Vesa, who could no longer stand his curiosity, decided to go to Indonesia to meet his father. How shocked he was when he found out that his biological father was a very famous billionaire.  If Valentino was that rich, why did he let his son live in poor in England? And why did it seem as if Valentino didn't want people to know where his son was? What exactly was Valentino hiding from his son? Could Vesa get the answers to the riddle?  -A Sequel to he Hidden Billionaire-

As the son in law of a rich family, everyone thinks that I am useless crap, However, I will prove myself to be a King of Dragon!

Feeling trapped in a loveless and worthless marriage with Liam, Olivia finally decided to leave. Not expecting anything good to happen, her life took an unexpected turn when she met the mysterious billionaire, Andrew Huxley. Despite her trust issues, she found herself drawn to his charm and sophistication. As their relationship blossomed and her career took off, her ex's jealousy threatened to ruin everything she had worked so hard to build.

Madam Pratt, my mother-in-law, was in critical condition after a car accident, desperately needing surgery. However, as the lead surgeon, I—Lilianne Davis—stood by, casually scrolling through short videos on my phone. My best friend, Tiffany Owens, who was also a doctor, was far more anxious than I was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the operating room. “Lily, why are you still stalling? Hurry up and save her!” I took a step back, clutching my stomach in pain as her face twisted in shock. “I have cramps so bad I can’t even stand. You do it.” In my last life, the moment I heard about Madam Pratt’s accident, I had swallowed a painkiller and rushed into surgery, working for hours to stabilize her. I had barely stepped away from the operating table when alarms blared. “Lilianne, what have you done? The patient is experiencing acute hemolysis!” “Call the family now!” Gareth Pratt stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He slapped me hard in the face. “Lil, you’re a professional surgeon, yet you gave my mother the wrong blood transfusion?!” I froze, reaching for Madam Pratt’s medical report to explain, only to find that the A-type blood I had seen before had somehow changed to B-type. The medical board arrived, and a blood test revealed traces of hallucinogens in my system. “Unbelievable! Taking illegal substances before surgery? That’s a cardinal sin for a doctor!” In the chaos, Emma Pratt, Gareth’s teenage sister, grabbed a scalpel and stabbed me multiple times. Blood gushed from my arteries, and I collapsed in a pool of crimson. As my vision faded, I couldn’t understand what had happened. I had never taken illegal drugs. Besides, I was absolutely certain of Madam Pratt’s blood type. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment right before stepping into the operating room.