One Love Novels & Stories

Before Mom's surgery, Mason—yeah, the Mason Leonhart from one of Brighton's big-name families—suddenly "had" to go on a business trip and couldn't be at the hospital. A few hours later, Judy Yeager blasted a video on social. There was Mason, Mr. Born-With-A-Silver-Spoon, recycling bottles with her. Caption: [If we work hard together, no hardship can scare us.] I couldn't resist. [Future Leonhart heir, worth ten billion, still helping his girl recycle bottles to trade in for cash—heartwarming.] It vanished in seconds. My phone lit up. Mason's voice? Ice cold. "Shiloh Harrington, what was that? Call Judy. Tell her you were joking." I laughed. "Keep playing your little poor-boy cosplay without me." Hung up. Three days till the divorce cooling-off ended. Then Mason could be the broke man he was pretending to be.

Lila Harper gave the Black quadruplets her virginity, her loyalty, her soul. Ethan, Marcus, Callum, and Davian were supposed to be her fated mates, destined to share her, protect her, love her. Instead, they rejected her on her eighteenth birthday, called her weak, and threw her out to die. Three years later, she's back and she's not the broken omega they discarded. Something happened the night they severed the bond, something that rewrote her from the inside out. Now she walks through Blackwood Territory with power that makes Alphas kneel and a hunger that won't stop until she's taken everything they love. The quadruplets want her back. The bond is screaming to reconnect. But Lila didn't survive the rejection to fall into their arms again. She survived to watch them beg. And when four Alphas who've never begged for anything start crawling back to the mate they destroyed? That's when the real violence begins.

While I was traveling overseas with my family, a sudden flood hit. My fiancé slung my sister Joan over his back because her legs were weak, and ran for safety. My parents didn't have time for me, but they still remembered to grab the parrot they had just bought for Joan. All of them flew home overnight and even posted in the family group chat about how lucky everyone was to survive. But… They forgot something. I was still trapped in the flood, alone and helpless. When I woke up, I called my mentor without hesitation. "Dr. Jackson, I've decided to go with you and join Doctors Without Borders. I'm never coming back."

After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly. "Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?" I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?" The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery." Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger. "I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?" She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking." After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker. Report me to the police? I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on. I'd show her what a split-second response was.

“Divorce papers? Seriously?” “I was going to have them delivered to your office since you decided not to come home,” she said. “But thankfully, you saved me the trouble.” She gestured toward the documents. “I already signed them. All that's left is your signature. Once you're done, my lawyer will pick them up.” “Lawyer?” Ethan echoed mockingly. “You can't even afford one.” Aurora shrugged. “Don't make decisions you'll regret, Aurora.” “I already did,” she replied flatly. “And he’s looking right at me.” “If I sign these papers,” Ethan warned, “don't come crawling back to me. Because when you do, this door won't be open to you.” Rolling her eyes, Aurora rose to her feet. “Just sign the damn thing. I've already moved all my belongings out of this house, so you don't have to worry about running into me. And please, if by some chance we do cross paths again, let's act like strangers.” ****************** In a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating control of her powerful family, Aurora Wells fakes a humble life and marries a man she believes truly loves her, only to be disowned for choosing him. Five years later, her marriage shatters when she discovers her husband has been having an affair with a man, in exchange for business advancement. When he coldly asks her to look away, Aurora serves him divorce papers and returns to the world she once rejected, where she is not a nobody. Back in her elite life, Aurora crosses paths with the ex-fiancé, the man originally chosen for her by her family. Meanwhile, her husband learns of the return of Wells Heiress and not knowing that she’s his ex-wife, sets out to seduce and maybe marry her for her status and connection.

I was nobody. A girl with a stolen name, a locked memory, and secrets someone died to keep. Then I woke up in a hospital room and felt him looking at me. And everything I thought I was stopped being true. His name is Zeviar Dravyn. To the world, he's a billionaire with a flawless reputation. To the wolves, he's the Alpha King – feared, cursed, and running out of time. And apparently, he's my mate. So is his brother. Orion Dravyn – exiled, dangerous, and looking at me like I'm the only answer to a question that's been killing him slowly. I'm supposed to choose. Except choosing one will destroy the other. And rejecting both will kill me. But that's not the worst part. The worst part is what I'm starting to remember. About who I was before the fire. Before I was separated from my family. Before someone decided that the last White Wolf needed to disappear. They spent years trying to erase what I am. They should have made sure I never remembered.

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE ELEMENTS, SUITABLE ONLY FOR READERS AGED 18 AND ABOVE. Read at your own discretion. The Ice Prince and the Gang King. Blaze Arden Vaughn is the golden heir of a powerful empire, an ace medical student, and the man everyone dreams of having. Handsome, intelligent, and seemingly perfect in every way, he leaves people breathless with a single smile. Yet behind that flawless façade lies a heart colder than winter itself. Ace Daxton Anderson is his complete opposite. A notorious bad boy. A fearless gang leader. A man who lives by his own rules and never backs down from a fight. Bruises, broken knuckles, and one-night stands are all part of his world. They ruled separate territories. Until one glance changed everything. On a crowded field, the Ice Prince's cold eyes locked onto the city's hottest troublemaker. "You want me that badly? Your eyes were practically screaming it." Blaze's calm challenge ignited something dangerous. "I can smell your desire even from here." Ace hated the way his heart reacted. Hated the way Blaze could see right through him. And when the untouchable Blaze Arden Vaughn offered him a single night— "So, Ace Anderson... want to try a Blaze Arden Vaughn for tonight?" —what was supposed to be one night of curiosity became the beginning of an obsession neither of them saw coming. One cold prince. One reckless king. One night that changes everything.

Heartbreak made me reckless enough to disappear into a stranger’s bed. After my ex cheated, pride hurt worse than love. For one night, I wanted to forget his name, his lies, and the version of me that had believed him. By morning, it was supposed to become a secret I could bury and never touch again. Then Jordan Vasquez walked back into my life. Jordan Vasquez should have stayed a secret I never spoke of again, but he carried a name people feared, belonged to a family that could make scandals disappear, and was already promised to another woman. I knew better than to stay near him. Jordan gave me no room to be sensible. Jordan came back like a man who had already decided I was his unfinished mistake, pulling me into a world where reputation mattered more than truth and desire could destroy everything. His fiancée saw me as a dirty little secret waiting to be erased. Maybe she was right. But secrets become dangerous when everyone keeps trying to bury them. And by the time I understood what Jordan could cost me, I had already stopped wanting to be saved.

After being dumped for the 99th time for being a “chatterbox,” I finally met my soulmate, Lysander Thorne. As the Mafia godfather, he was a man of few words, but listened to every single word I said with rapt attention. His proposal shattered the curse that had doomed me to a hundred rejections. But, I discovered a fatal flaw in Lysander after we got married. Whatever he spoke to me, he never exceeded ten words. I thought it was his stoic personality until I gave a hand to a girl being harassed by a thug at the bar. At the police station, the girl asked, “Has your husband not arrived yet? My friend will pick me up and you can leave with us.” The next second, I saw Lysander rushing in, looking utterly disheveled. “Elara Thorne! Why do you stir up trouble on your very first day back home? You've got wings of your own now, haven’t you? Did I ever tell you to stay safe firstly when something happened? Stop being so impulsive!” It turned out Lysander could get emotional. How ridiculous! When Lysander entered, his eyes were solely fixed on Elara. I looked at him with a blank expression, and wordlessly walked out of the police station.

After my younger brother died, my parents and grandfather all killed themselves. Each of them died in a different way, but they shared one thing in common: Before their deaths, every one of them had read my brother's suicide note. And in that note, there was only a single sentence. Reporters fought for a chance to interview me. The police interrogated me overnight. Countless people wanted to know what that sentence said. But I never told anyone. Until the tenth anniversary of my brother's death, when I saw a figure standing in front of his grave. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of excitement. Because I knew my turn had finally come.