Par Files Novels & Stories

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."

I May Love You... but I Hate You More Rena thought she could move on. Yoké thought he could forget her. But when fate throws them back into each other’s lives, old feelings ignite into something far more dangerous. Jealousy becomes their language. Revenge becomes their game. And every misunderstanding pushes them deeper into a cycle of passion and hate they can’t escape. They say love conquers all… but what if love is the very reason they destroy each other? ★Sequel to Till Worlds Do Us Part

Everyone who lives will die, and nothing they do can stop it. That's the way things are. The circle of life. And a single undeniable truth. The minute we are born we start our journey of that cycle and we will continue down that path until we take our very last breath. However, not all life spans are the same. Some people live to an old age. Others die young. Some die of natural causes, and others die of accidents, murder, or disease. It's the sad truth of being human and death doesn’t discriminate. But what if someone could see their death coming? Would they do everything in their power to stop it from happening, or would they live their lives to the fullest since they knew it was coming to an end? Would they fight tooth and nail to be able to stay earthside for even a minute longer or would they succumb to the inevitable? This is the universal question and the only ones who can answer it are the people who saw their deaths, people like me. My name is Remi Woods. I'm eighteen years old, and for as long as I can remember, I've been able to see how a person will die with a single touch. At first, I wasn't quite sure what was happening and I was terrified that maybe I was going crazy, but after my visions kept coming to fruition no matter what I did, I knew I was different, and not in a good way.

Two teenagers from two different social classes discover their feelings for one another when a strange viral disease outbreak forced them to mingle in quarantine.

Sarah, the girl with nerdy glasses always has her nose in her books. After high school, the only world she is allowed to know is the four walls of her room. Her home is her prison. Her life is the epitome of boredom. However, everything takes a sharp turn the day she goes to visit her sister in California. One opportunity presents to her and she decides to escape to life. But fate ends up catching with her and soon, she finds herself again a prisoner, this time in the house of a stranger, a gangster! Devlin; hatred is his weapon, anger his explosive and vengeance his oxygen. He does not know what sympathy means and every one fears him. Impossible to escape, Sarah is obliged to accept her fate and try to get along with him. Her life overnight turns into a spine-tingling thriller. In the heat of the dangerous events, her heart unwillingly melts for him. She then finds out that behind his devil facade lies a human, who truly deserves to be loved. In a short time, they turn into each other’s lamp in this dark world. However, as soon as they find the key to happiness, fate cruelly changes the lock.

Billie and Zofi are two beautiful young people with the unique mission of saving misfits in school from being left out. They present themselves as available dates for anyone that no one is interested to date or to be seen with. As they become successful and recognized for their outstanding effort, they become more inspired to carry on their mission in their adult life. Like others, they also fall in love with people around them but find the idea of them being together ridiculous. Is that really the case of is it just an effort to be retain the unlabeled type of bond that they have?

A long way from home and away from the men that broke his heart, Ashton has now slowly adjusted to his new life. He's gained some friends from his new school, and met Harry–a hot and handsome student that he doesn't want to be associated with because rumor has it that he is a gangster, but it looks like destiny loves playing tricks on Ashton because Harry asked him to pretend as his boyfriend. Ashton who's desperate to move on from his past decided to accept the proposal. There is one thing that troubling him though, Harry is always gentle with him and it gives him an odd feeling of discomfort since he's used to men treating him as their slave. The length that Ashton goes to feel the domination he now desire gets him into trouble that he could ever imagine and this time, he doesn't have the charismatic Mendez brothers to rescue him.

Arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, Mafia/cartel romance As the only daughter of the Kansas City capo, at eighteen years of age, I was given to the son of my father’s consigliere, a man who was expected to accomplish great things for the famiglia. Things didn’t go the way we planned. There wasn’t love. My husband was a traitor, taking part in a coup against the famiglia. He’s now dead. I’m free. Until the fateful night my brother, our new capo, informs me that I’ve once again been promised in marriage. He explains that as a childless widow and the daughter of the late capo dei capi, I am desired. Requested. Aléjandro Roríguez is the son of the leader of the Roríguez cartel. My brother married a woman from the cartel, securing the Mafia/cartel alliance. He says that it’s now my turn. I’ve only met my future husband a few times, but I know without a doubt that I don’t like him. Loving him is impossible. I’ve lived in a marriage without love. I won’t do it again. Aléjandro lives a dangerous existence. Death saved me once before. Maybe it will again. Have you been Aleatha’d?

Valerie Rousseau never meant to catch the attention of Santiago Morales, also known as El León. The Lion. She was just a waitress trying to survive quietly in a city ruled by dangerous men. But one spilled cup of coffee, one reckless act of defiance, and one possessive mafia boss were all it took to pull her into a world she was never supposed to touch. Santiago Morales is feared for a reason. Powerful. Ruthless. Controlled. A Spanish mafia king who lives by rules, loyalty, and consequences. When Valerie becomes the target of his enemies, Santiago claims her protection as his responsibility. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to tell the difference between being protected and being possessed. He says she is safe with him. She says he is the reason she is in danger. Santiago promises he will keep her alive. Valerie fears he will never set her free. Because in Santiago Morales’ world, vows are not broken. Obedience is expected. Running has consequences. And when he decides a woman belongs to him, not even death may be enough to part them.

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.