Joker Says の小説・ストーリー

I gave a stranger my panties on a plane. Not because I'm reckless. Not because I do things like this. But because Damien Cross looked at me like I was something worth destroying himself over, and I wanted to be devoured. Four hours at 30,000 feet. That's all it took for him to unravel every careful thread of the life I'd built. One look. One touch. One whispered promise that I was his. Then he vanished. No calls. No texts. Just a breaking news report showing him married to someone else, while I stood in a hotel bathroom staring at a positive pregnancy test. Six years later, I've rebuilt myself. I'm a mother. A success. I've learned to survive without him. Until he walks into my photoshoot and recognizes the birthmark he once traced with his tongue. He says he never stopped looking for me. That his marriage was a cage he's finally escaped. That the twin boys I've been raising alone are his sons, and he wants his family back. But Damien Cross is a man who deals in empires and enemies. Someone close to him wants me gone. The threats start. The danger escalates. And I realize that loving Damien means walking into a war I never signed up for. He says he'll burn the world down to keep us safe. I'm terrified he means it. Some men are worth the fall but men are the wreckage. But Damien is both.

My brother-in-law, Timmy Lynch, racks up 50 million dollars of illegal gambling debt but leaves my contact information behind. By the time the interest snowballs to 100 million dollars, the debt collectors show up at my doorstep. After I persuade them to leave, my wife, Celia Lynch, and my mother-in-law, Meryl Unwin, finally come out of the room. Celia's face is pale as she says, "Let's get divorced. I'd rather leave with nothing. Your gambling debts are your own problem, so don't even think about dragging me into this." No matter how many times I explain that it was Timmy who bet on an underdog team and lost, she refuses to believe me. Meryl even slaps me across the face and roars, "Not only are you trying to trick my daughter into paying your debt, but you're also slandering my son? Listen to me, Celia—divorce him immediately!" Then, she turns to me and says, "I might as well tell you the truth now. Celia is pregnant, and the baby's father is your buddy. Just give up already and sign the divorce papers." Wait, what? I literally just won a 100-million-dollar prize from winning a World Soccer Tournament bet last night. I was going to ask if they need help covering Timmy's debt. How did this suddenly turn into a full-on divorce? Fine, then. They can pay back his massive debt themselves.

Two pink lines on a pregnancy test. I was going to surprise my husband, Vince, the Moretti family heir. Instead, the surprise was on me. A pair of black lace panties—not mine—left in his car. The air reeked of cheap perfume and betrayal. I stormed his casino, demanding answers. But I found her in his private suite. Sophia. She smirked, looking me up and down. “You must be the wife. I’ve seen your picture on the nightstand. Vince says you’re a boring little nun. Says he can’t even get hard looking at you.” I snapped. My hand shaking, I hurled a glass of red wine in her face. She shrieked, stumbled back, and crashed into a glass cabinet. Blood bloomed across the carpet. Vince burst in and slapped me so hard I hit the floor. "Are you insane?! She's carrying my heir!" My heart shattered. As I fell, a darker pool of blood spread beneath me. Our baby. I was miscarrying. And when forced to choose between his wife and his whore, Vince chose her. He forgot who put him on his throne. I’m not some trophy wife he can discard. I am a DeLuca. A princess of the underworld. So for revenge, I married his worst enemy, Dante Costello. And when we burned his empire to the ground, Vince finally broke. He got on his knees and begged me to come back.

When my body is sealed behind a wall, he's busy celebrating his true love's birthday. Everyone says Jayden Stone and I are a match made in heaven, but he hates me to the bone. When news of my death reaches him, he kicks over my corpse with a sneer. "Officer Austen, your revenge is complete…" Later, someone finally tells him that I was the one who saved his life. He shows up at my grave, his eyes swollen from crying. He begs like a madman for me to come back...

"How many times must you deny your fate," his hoarse voice rang out, Myra closed her eyes whimpering, "No, no, no, I, Myra Hendrix, reject--" Matteo grabbed her chin fiercely, forcing her to look at his eyes, "Too late to reject, you were mine the moment I saw you..." Her mate rejected her and got married to her sister, now the Lycan King says she is his. A bigger conspiracy unravels, relationships break, and illicit affairs are exposed. What happens to Myra when she finds out that her entire life was a lie?

"Despite your protests look at you now." He smirked bending down and placing a kiss on my neck. "In the end you easily succumbed to me without any protest." "I don't want to die." I responded as he continued to trail small butterfly kisses along my throat, all the while lightly grazing his sharp canines against it. "Your mouth is very dishonest woman." He said lifting and staring into my eyes. "It says no while your body says yes." "You're wrong." I whispered. "Am I now?" He spoke against my skin sending goosebumps all over my body. "I don't think I am." Valerie Anderson was your normal everyday secretary, at least she was until the day she died. Killed by her sex crazed supervisor by falling down a flight of stairs, Valerie finds herself waking up in the bed of the cold and oppressive Elias Langley. First prince and next in line for the throne of the land of Allsbrook, Elias gives Valerie two options, either be his slave or die by his hands. Unable to remember a thing, not even her name, Valerie isn't ready to die, not until she discovers how she appeared in this strange land and who she is. Desperate Valerie agrees to be Elias' slave, thus beginning their master and slave relationship. Will the cold Elias end up warming up to Valerie, allowing someone into his cold dead heart? Will Valerie be able to find her memories and figure out her mysterious background?

One minute I’m staring at a pre calc textbook, the next I’m tearing through trees with claws I didn’t know I had. My dad says it’s in my blood that I’m a werewolf, part of a line that’s guarded the balance between our world and theirs for centuries. He says Mystic Grove Academy is the only place I’ll be safe. He’s half right. The academy’s full of people who get it …witches who can’t control their magic, shifters who don’t fit in, even a vampire named Kai who looks at me like I’m a puzzle he needs to solve. But it’s also full of secrets. Like how the boy everyone calls Alpha Ryder Blackwood marked me with a silver glow that burns into my skin whenever he’s near. Like how my grandma, who “moved away” when I was little, actually disappeared from this very school. And worst of all? Students have been vanishing again. Just like they did a century ago, when the last girl with my face tried to fix the world we broke. The mark on my arm isn’t just a claim it’s a death sentence. But if I can’t figure out what my grandma started, and why Kai’s great uncle is tied to every secret here… we’ll all be next. Because the door between worlds is opening. And this time, there’s no one to slam it shut but me………

On the day I'm diagnosed with dependent personality disorder, my family treats me like I'm the most fragile porcelain. My parents put me first in everything. Mom even quits her executive job to stay by my side during treatment. The day my condition finally stabilizes, they smile with genuine relief for the first time. Even my adopted older sister, Winifred Linberry, smiles. She says, "I told you Sadie wasn't that sick. She just wanted to hog your attention." That day, my parents scold her for the first time and insist she apologize to me. On the night she goes to a class reunion, I quietly mention that my heart feels a little uneasy. Dad suddenly slams the medicine box in his hand onto the floor. He roars, "Can't you be a little more considerate? Your sister just lost her competition and she's already upset! We've spent every day revolving around you. Can't we spend just a few hours with her? "If you don't feel well, take your medicine yourself. We've had enough!" The pills scatter across the floor. He grabs his jacket and storms out, slamming the door behind him. Mom looks at me, as if she wants to say something. In the end, she says nothing and follows him out. I don't say a word. I simply dig my fingernails into my arm as my breathing becomes more and more difficult.

For so long, Favilla has wanted only one thing: to kill her Sire. However, on the eve of her success, she learns that she was only ever a chess piece in a game being played out by the most powerful vampires in the city. Her loved ones have betrayed her, and the one who was her greatest enemy wants to save her with his dying breath. She dies for her mistakes, but the goddess is merciful. She is granted a second chance. Only, why is nothing the way she remembers it? Will she become a player this time around, or will she remain a pawn? Most importantly, can she make him understand that she loves him back? * Favilla (f., n., 1st dec.) - glowing ash, cinder, ember Dies iræ, dies illa, / Solvet sæclum in favilla * 'Everything is ready, then?' he says, a little sad. I feel bad about it. 'It's not too late to back out, you know. He doesn't suspect anything yet.' 'No,' he says, 'I'll still do it. I'll kill him. For you, my love.' * 'I'm scared,' I say. 'Don't be,' he says. 'You won't have to do anything but stand aside and watch.' * His arms are around me, and he's murmuring to me, 'Oh, you stupid, stupid girl.' Only, it doesn't sound like him at all. It sounds cold, detached. Cruel. * Finally, the pieces start snapping into place—he's betrayed me.

I never wanted a man. I wanted a baby. After years of failed treatments, a cheating fiancé, and a body that kept betraying me, I made a decision. I would do this alone. No man, no heartbreak, no complications. Just me, a clinic, and a dream I refused to let die. Except the clinic made a mistake. One catastrophic, life-altering mistake. The sample I was inseminated with didn't belong to the anonymous donor I selected. It belonged to Dominic Sinclair, billionaire, ruthless businessman, and the most terrifyingly beautiful man I have ever seen in my life. And now I'm carrying his child. He finds out before I've even processed the shock myself. I expect lawyers. Paperwork. A cold corporate transaction. What I don't expect is him standing in my apartment doorway, silver eyes burning with something that looks nothing like indifference telling me that no child of his will be born outside his pack's territory. Pack. That's when I realized Dominic Sinclair isn't just any billionaire. He's a werewolf. Campaigning to be Alpha King of the entire North American packs. And I, a human, broke, still-heartbroken, carrying his heir, have just become the most dangerous variable in his entire political rise. He says he wants to protect me. His wolf says something else entirely. And the way he looks at me, like I'm something he wants to consume slowly, makes me terrified of one thing above all else. That I might let him.