Pick A Title Novels & Stories

All her life, Nora has been treated like a piece of trash. On the date of her sister's mating ceremony, Alpha Chester rejected her sister, and pick her as his mate instead. In other to escape from the ruthless alpha, she ran away from her pack and found herself in a slave establishment. However, fate took a drastic turn when the same person she'd been running away from, bought her and took her back with him. She is faced with her entire family as her enemies, and hatred and malicious schemes become the highlight of the day.

I opened my eyes and found myself back at the matchmaking event again. Grandpa pointed at seven jacked jocks and said, "Pick one. They've all been trained." Remembering how they had shared and humiliated me to death in my past life, I threw up on the spot. This time, I pointed at Grandpa's sworn enemy instead. "I want to marry that terminally ill guy who can't have children." Later, that powerful man wrapped an arm around my pregnant belly, while we watched them all go to prison with that spiteful woman.

My younger sister, Sofia Moretti, and I grow up on milk. While our peers are showing no signs of growth, both of us are blessed with an early puberty. Our father, a mafia Don, is worried that we might get tricked into giving our bodies away to young men at an early age, so he has been nurturing two confidants for us when we were still kids. After we come of age, Dad makes each of us choose one as a fiancé. Sofia is the first one to pick Dante, the tall, well-built, and cold-looking older brother. The only choice I have left is Luca, the younger brother who has gotten partially disfigured by an enemy and often wakes up in fright due to the nightmares. In my previous life, I knew that once I rejected Luca, who had PTSD from his past, he'd definitely get kicked out of my family. No one would be able to protect him anymore. So, I took the initiative to accept the marriage proposal. Since Luca tended to jolt awake from his nightmares and tremble violently, I moved to the room next door so that I could guard his door at all times. Whenever Luca was insulted or mocked by my uncles and relatives at family meetings, I'd dig out my pistol and slap it onto the table to shut them up. I spent three years accompanying Luca to therapy sessions. That was how I learned to pick up on every symptom he exhibited before he went into his anxiety mode. I thought I'd be able to touch Luca's heart by offering him my own. But when an enemy family set up a trap that resulted in my and Sofia's kidnapping, they plunged poisonous blades through our stomachs and forced Luca to choose to only save one of us with an antidote. That was when Luca gave the antidote to Sofia without hesitation. "Sorry, but Sofia needs the antidote more than you do." It turned out that Luca had been in love with Sofia this whole time. After Luca picked Sofia up and was about to leave, he murmured to me, "If there ever is a next lifetime, I'll use my life to pay this debt." My final memory of that lifetime consisted of the scorching pain that ate through my organs left behind by the poison. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I'm supposed to pick out my fiance.

I came to my father’s funeral in a white dress and a red rose, thinking the worst they’d do was spit on me again. They were celebrating. It wasn’t a funeral. It was Drelia’s coronation party with my father’s corpse in the background. I was ready to leave. Let them have their title, their cameras, their champagne. I’d go back to my law firm and pretend I never had Mende blood. Then the will changed. The family lawyer said two words that shattered everything: “You’re the heiress” Suddenly the bouncers who were dragging me out were bowing to me. Suddenly Drelia and Cade looked like they’d been gutted. Suddenly I had a title, a target on my back, and 30 days before the Council declared me Luna or declared me dead. The pack hates me. My family wants me gone. And the only way to keep my head is to play a game I never wanted to play: politics, blood, and maybe a marriage to the one man who has every reason to watch me burn.

My husband sponsored a poor female college student. While I was being dragged into an alley by a criminal, he was helping her pick out lingerie. While I was hospitalized with serious injuries, he used the money my mother left me to buy her a limited-edition handbag. I confronted him in a heated argument, but he accused me of being unreasonable. "I thought your injuries were so serious, but look—you didn’t even die! Besides, your money is my money. I’ll spend it however I want!"

He had everything money can buy. Everything but a mommy to care for his infant son. He needed help fast. A nanny was the quick fix for all his problems for now. Could this new nanny help mend a broken man? And his broken family?! • 18 +Up! • Main Wattpad Account: @bonbonsandbooks • Former Book Title: Another Chance For Love!!l!

Brix Jose was a famous, but extremely arrogant actor and a movie director. He is very prominent in their country due to his extraordinarily handsome face, magnetic looks, and powerful aura, that every woman dreamed of being with. He never expected that there is still someone who never knew of his existence. This discovery brings out the beast in him. That's why he promised himself that the woman must become his wife. He will pursue her and leave her soon with a broken heart. But what if he is the one who fell in love? Pick this one and find out!

I married someone two years ago. From then on, I lived a happy life. Thankfully, I did not have to deal with a mother-in-law and did not have to work. I even got two hundred thousand dollars from my husband every month as pocket money. Even my best friends lived the high life because of me. But today, right after I got my allowance, I got a call from the police station. They told me to pick my husband up from there.

The night before returning to the Cantrell residence, I had a dream where I was the despised antagonist in a book. In the story, my father had adopted a girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to my late mother. On the day he came to pick me up, he got into a devastating car accident. After that, my second brother, Shawn Cantrell, lashed out, calling me a curse, while my eldest brother, Seth Cantrell, treated me with cold indifference. In the end, I was abandoned by everyone, meeting a tragic and lonely end.

The day our daughter had a high fever, Matt was at a parent-teacher meeting for his first love’s son. I called him, only for her to pick up. Through sobs, she apologized, but Matt quickly grabbed the phone, his tone impatient. "She’s a single mom with a kid. What’s wrong with me looking out for them?" So, I turned to my daughter, who was quietly receiving her IV, and asked softly, "How about it, sweetheart? From now on, it’s just you and me."