Mo Flower Novels & Stories

My younger sister and I spent ten years fighting over Rowan Vale, the Alpha of Silver Ridge Pack. In my first life, I became his mate. Everyone said he was obsessed with me. Why else would he keep me carrying litters for seven years and give Silver Ridge six heirs? When I went into labor with the seventh, I nearly bled out. Rowan sent the healers away and forced wolfsbane down my throat himself. Only then did he tell me the truth. If it were not for the fact that only a daughter of the Hart bloodline could bear pureblood Alpha heirs, he said, he never would have claimed me at all. I had been useful for one thing only: giving him heirs. Now that he had enough, I had none. I died hating him. In my second life, I handed the bond papers from Silver Ridge Pack to my sister. “Go,” I told her. “You’re the one he wants.” Five years later, she was sent back to me half-starved, shaking, and marked by restraints. Through sobs, she told me Rowan had never loved her either. He had kept her because she was still a Hart daughter, because she could give him heirs, and because her scent could calm him during rut. She died less than two months later. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my third life. The unsigned bond papers from Silver Ridge Pack lay on the table between us, and my sister and I could only stare at each other. Who, exactly, did that Alpha want?

During Frostpine Pack’s winter hunt, rogue scent crossed the northern border. Celia heard the warning, but she still cut off my retreat. She escaped with a rogue-tainted gash across her forearm. I fell into an ice ravine, and my wolf nearly died from cold and blood loss. My fated mate, Adrian Blackwood, Alpha of Frostpine Pack, carried Celia away and never looked back. I survived seven days in that ravine. When the patrol finally found me, my wolf was almost silent. Adrian stood over me, furious. “You should be grateful Celia’s arm can still heal. If her wolf had been damaged because of you, dying on the border wouldn’t have been enough.” “The bonding ceremony is suspended. Admit you broke formation and got Celia hurt, or I won’t mark you before the pack.” He thought I would cry and beg. I only nodded. “Fine.” He didn’t know the Moon Goddess had come to me while I was dying. When the next full moon rose, she would take the most precious things I had left. My love for Adrian. Every memory of him. After that, I would leave Frostpine Pack and begin again somewhere he did not exist. Whether he still wanted to mark me no longer mattered. By the time they found my body, the Elena who loved Adrian Blackwood had already died in that ravine with her wolf.

My coworker, Kevin Walter, invited me to join a private messaging chat group of rich women. There are plenty of perks, such as the 300-dollar cash gift he claimed right in front of me. I joined the group out of curiosity and got to know a wealthy woman named Ms. White. After some time together, she invited me on a vacation to a famous tourist city near the country's border. Little did I know, I was close enough to being dragged into a dangerous area abroad to become a live organ donor.

I worked in bottle service at a nightclub for four years just to support my boyfriend. His startup business failed. He told me he owed a fortune to loan sharks, saying that they would cut off his fingers if he failed to pay up. I gave him every dollar I had saved just to help him clear off his debt. I even gave him the emerald bracelet my mother had left me before she passed away. That night, I unintentionally overheard a conversation from one of the private rooms while I was working. "Preston, your girlfriend never would have given you that bracelet she had been hiding if Mia hadn't suggested we pretend to be debt collectors and assist you with this little show." Preston Hale laughed smugly before draining the drink in his glass. "It's just an old bracelet. Mia liked it, so I gave it to her." Then, he leaned back and added, "Now, help me think of another way to test Nora." So that was the truth. The love I dedicated for four years was just a test to him. The loan sharks, debt, fear, and desperation—he had orchestrated it all. I turned, walking out on him and out of the nightclub. Then, I reached out to my older brother, Adrian Whitmore, with whom I had been fighting for years. "Adrian," I told him, "I lost. I'll marry the man you arranged for me to meet."

Areana belongs to one of the most powerful Alpha families of the Red Moon Pack. She got ditched on her wedding night right before the wedding. Her fiance, Eric called off the wedding just because Areana wanted to stay pure until she didn’t get married. But Eric had something else going on in his mind. Because of that silly reason he called off the wedding which gave a big shock to Areana. It took her two years to settle down her feelings but destiny had something else planned for her. After moving to California with her only friend, Ashley, Arena started a complete new life and wanted to pursue her dream of becoming a renowned fashion designer where she met Brad, the boss of her. Unaware of the fact that in the same academy she had to face Eric again who recently engaged to her friend, Elizabeth. After seeing the new and alluring side of Areana, Eric couldn't stop thinking about her and wanted her back in life and from that he was ready to call off his engagement with Elizabeth. On the other side, Areana gradually started developing feelings for her boss, Brad who unlike Eric was not after her body and fame. But Brad had different plans in his life. Being a werewolf of the Blue Moon pack, he has been hiding his true identity from all. Now the question arises, will Areana go back to his old love after being rejected again in life or will she have unrequited love for Brad?

After a devastating accident claims her parent's lives, Jenny Fleming is taken in by the Haynes family and raised as one of their own. Jenny grew up with Marcus Haynes, her first love and the man who marries her after his grandmother arranged their marriage in order to honor Jenny's parents and keep her in the family. Marcus, who felt indebted to Jenny's parents for saving his life in the tragedy that claimed their lives, agreed to marry her pressured by his sense of duty and obligation. But when his first love Anna returns to his life, Marcus is unable to control his emotions and lingering feelings for her and he ends up making a mistake that costs him his marriage and everything he holds dear.

"Mom, please stop searching for a lover. I don't want Fathe r's condition to deteriorate further due to your behavior. Ot herwise, I will destroy any relationship you have with any m an!" Chelsea admonished, giving a warning. She had lost c ount of how many warnings she had given, given the nume rous men her mother had approached for money, despite h er father's serious illness. "It's up to you, do whatever you want. I don't care anymore because I can't bear to live in poverty," the mother replied c almly, indifferent to Chelsea's feelings. "Fine, if that's what you want. I swear I will marry one of yo ur most meaningful lovers!" Chelsea promised her mother when the pain had taken over her.

Jessica came to her senses under the bed of her fiancé and good friend’s, regaining her IQ, and couldn’t go back ever since. The douchebag: “Jessica, prepare a birthday gift to celebrate my dad’s birthday.” “Sorry, now I am the chairman, it is him who should pay tribute!” Jessica’s scum girlfriend: “Jessica, can you let me host the marriage show?” “You said that you haven’t experienced the pure love, so don't even think about it!” Jessica tore off the fake masks of the scumbags’ and turned to a pair of ink eye pupils: “It does feel cool to slap others, but don’t forget what your identity is!” “What identity?" Christian Maddox held her waist lightly, his face without missing a beat: “You should ask the little prince in your belly...”

After my mother passed away, my father's lover brought her daughter, Winona Sweeney, into our family. From then on, I became the most hated person in the entire family. To protect myself, I became arrogant, withdrawn, and grew into a thorny rose — beautiful, but no one was allowed to approach me. I no longer believed in love. When I was once again subjected to cold violence and isolation at the banquet, Cameron Payne openly declared his love for me to everyone and said that he would break the necks of anyone who slandered me! He pursued me openly, gave me a grand wedding, and announced his love for me to the whole world. Everyone envied me. Then, when a fire broke out during my father's birthday party, I almost died inside. No one from my family tried to save me; it was Cameron who saved me. When I woke up in the hospital, I heard a horrifying truth. "I know I mistook Hazel for my savior. It's my mistake and I will make it up to Winona. But that doesn't mean you can hurt Hazel!" Cameron was furious. "But Winona's leukemia can't wait; she needs a transplant immediately..." My father chose to sacrifice me for his illegitimate daughter. "That doesn't mean you can hurt Hazel! The baby is only seven months old; a premature birth can be fatal!" Those things I thought were signs of love turned out not to be for me from the very beginning. In that case, I would help him fulfill his debt to Winona.

The day I win the cheerleading championship, the entire arena erupts with cheers for my team. But from the stands, my brother, Nelson Locke, hurls a water bottle straight at me. "You injured Felicia's leg before the performance just so you could win first place? She has leukemia, Victoria! Her dying wish is to become a champion. Yet you tripped her before the competition, all for a trophy! You're selfish. I don't have a sister like you!" My fiance, who also happens to be the sponsor of the competition, steps onto the stage with a cold expression and announces, "You tested positive for illegal substances. You don't deserve this title. You're disqualified." All the fans turn against me. They boycott me entirely—some even go so far as to create a fake memorial portrait of me, print it, and send it to my doorstep. I quietly keep the photo. I'll probably need it soon anyway. It's been three years since I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. Knowing I don't have much time left, I choose to become the type of person they always wanted me to be—the perfect sister who loves without question, the well-mannered woman who knows when to keep quiet, and the kind of person who never, ever lies.