Long Classic Books Novels & Stories

Three days after I died, my fiancé got a call to ID the body. He just scoffed. "She's dead, so what? Call me when she's in the ground." The cops, out of options, hit up my backup contact—my childhood friend. He actually laughed. "She's really gone? Not my problem. Burn her or whatever." Then my body hit the internet— And suddenly, both of them looked like ghosts.

Alicia and Alice were over pampered twins, spoilt to a fault. They got whatever they wanted as long as they requested it from their parents who were the Alpha and Luna of knighthood pack. They were literally living the born with a silver spoon life, they were lazy to work, train and cared little about the pack. One fateful day, the pack was attacked by the ruthless and bloodthirsty vampires. Being so unprepared, the pack was easily conquered and the Alpha and Luna were killed right in front of the twins. The remaining wolves were taken in as slaves, Alicia and Alice included. The twins were forced to face the harsh realities of life and unfortunately, they couldn't bend this one to their will. They finally get to meet the orchestrator of the attack, it was head of the vampires, king Azalea. Handsome but cruel, he hated wolves with every fiber in his body. As if fate was still not done with them yet, The twins mate turned out to be the king of vampires who killed their parents. How does it play out from here? The twins hated their vampire mate for what he did to their pack and parents and king Azalea hated the twins as well. Their future together already looked so bleak, could the moon goddess had made a mistake pairing them together? Follow this story to know how the twins learnt responsibility and duty the hard way and maybe, the hate can turn to love?

When I was ten, Jonathan Cooper saved me and told me he would protect me for life. When I was 15, I met William Reed. He also told me he would protect me forever. Yet, the year I turned 23, the two men who swore to always keep me safe threw me into the ocean for the sake of their true love.

Six years after marrying Rhiannon Westley, she takes a lover. He's like a puppy—timid and clingy. He flinches at the slightest raised voice, so Rhiannon never loses her temper in front of him. But when he acts up in front of me, Rhiannon snaps. She's furious, and she gives him a harsh scolding. The next day, he sends me a photo of his neck covered in red marks. "Zane, Ms. Westley is so fierce..."

Three days before my wedding, my younger sister staged a scene—one where I supposedly abandoned her in the mountains. She claimed I locked her in a cabin, left her to be nearly assaulted, and that she barely escaped with her life. Furious, my fiancé dragged me up the mountain and locked me in that same cabin. He said, "Wendy, a woman as vicious as you won't learn her lesson without punishment. I already told you I'd marry you. Why go after Chloe? Since you're so desperate to climb your way up, you can stay here until the wedding day." I begged him, over and over, but my scorched throat could only force out hoarse, grating sounds. Three days later, Mickey O'Brien stood at the altar in his suit, waiting for me. What he got instead was my remains.

When Zephyra learns her mate and only family plan to steal her kidney to save her stepsister, she escapes and while being chased, she ends up drowning in a river instead. It should have ended her life, but it didn’t. She wakes in chains, rescued not by any kindness, but by slave traders. Sold to the feared Lycan kingdom, Zephyra is given to its ruthless leader, Alpha Theron who is known for his ruthlessness and the beast he struggles to control. She is viewed as a cursed slave of pleasure whose priority is to warm the King’s bed. He doesn’t want her because she’s cursed but he can’t let her go since she might be the one he has been looking for. Keeping Zephyra in the palace is just the beginning. If she’s not uncovering secrets about the palace, she’s discovering secrets about herself that complicate her relationship with the king, who will never leave her. Please Note: This book may include some explicit content that could be uncomfortable for certain readers.

The day my husband left the country on a business trip with his assistant, I learned—by sheer accident—that his archenemy was plotting revenge overseas. Without a second thought, I raced to the airport and stopped him from boarding the plane. But his assistant went ahead, alone. And over there, she was killed brutally. Not a trace of her remains was ever found. When my husband received the news, he fell apart. Wracked with guilt, eaten alive by remorse, he spiraled into a relentless, violent mania. In the past three years, I'd been in and out of hospitals more times than I could count because of him. And this time, he pushed me so far—I lost our child. Then I overheard a conversation between him and his secretary. "Sir, Casey is still alive. Why keep pretending you're sick? Aren't you afraid your wife will find out and leave you?" "Leave me? What right does she have to be angry?" He laughed coldly. "If she hadn't stopped me from going abroad, Casey would've never been lured away by that bastard. Everything Linda's suffering now—she brought it on herself."

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."

The day Henry decided to marry my best friend, I turned into a joke in everyone’s eyes. He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes bewitchingly. “If you admit your fault, I can overlook your mistakes and start over again with you.” I obeyed and uttered the words, “I was wrong.” And yet, with mocking eyes, he sneered, “I can’t believe you’re this cheap, Julia.”

My son had a high fever that would not break, so I called my wife. She said I was using our son to make her jealous. Then she turned around and took her first love's son to the hospital over a scraped finger. I looked at my son's pale face and asked, "Do you want a different mom?" My son nodded. Twice. "Mom doesn't like me, so I don't want to like her anymore." Later, I really did give him a different mom, but my wife refused to accept it.