Russian Sleeping Experiment Novels & Stories

I was a Luna, yet I was shamed. My husband, the Alpha of the Lone wolves Pack, accused me of sleeping with his half brother. He claimed that the child I was carrying...the child which we've been praying for, was not his, but a result my infidelity. Just when I thought it was all a dream, or a flimsy misunderstanding, I was lured outside the Pack house, where I encountered my mother in law, in a pool of her blood. My husband called me a murderer. Unknown to us all, my twin sister, Olivia, was the mastermind behind it all. All, to get me out of her way of becoming the Luna. I was shunned and my husband rejected me. A little altercation occured, and I was pushed down a cliff, with my baby in my womb, and they left me for dead. Little did they know that I survived, saved by the powerful Alpha of Dark Mist Wolves Pack. I vow to return, and to repay all that was inflicted on me.

Atenea, a young woman of captivating beauty, displays an innocent face that could easily be mistaken for that of an angel; however, don’t be deceived, for behind that appearance hides the very devil in a small body. She accepts Valentino Rizzo’s marriage proposal—an ice-hearted businessman—bound by the obligation to save her father’s nearly bankrupt factory. When the young Russian sets foot on Italian soil, she comes face to face with her future husband’s mistress. One might think that the fragile girl would cry over a future with a fiancé who has another woman, but… —“You’re my fiancé’s woman, you say?” —she removes her sunglasses, a gentle smile curving her lips—. “Nice to meet you, I’m Atenea Volkova, the future wife of your man. Sorry… our man.” In contrast, a husband with a cold and unyielding heart, who constantly shows her his disdain and openly professes his love for his mistress, becomes astonished when he discovers a small detail that binds him to his tiny wife. Love arises, grows, multiplies, but at some point, it must perish, for Atenea Volkova is not willing to give her heart to any man. It was a promise made on her knees before a grave, where her fragile heart was buried for life. Can true love bloom between a heart of ice and another cracked and closed to the feelings of love?

Alina’s life takes a turn for the worse when she gets rejected by her first mate, her werewolf boyfriend. He offered her to the lycan king to be a part of his harem, which broke her heart even more. Stumbling upon Kai, the brooding lycan king with a bad reputation, Alina found out that he is her mate. What happens when her second chance mate rejects her yet again after sleeping with her just the night that they met? She is forced to deal with double heartbreak while being pregnant with the heir of the lycan pack. Months later, Kai was about to be officially crowned until the moon goddess revealed that Kai had to bring back Alina and his child before he was officially crowned. Frenzied, Kai has to bring back Alina who has already moved on with her life. Kai was determined to win her back, even if it meant that he would resort to uncouth ways to get it done.

I sell burritos in a horror game. All the ghosts would come to my place and buy a tasty burrito after they got off work. That was until one day, my ex-husband, who was obsessed with abusing me, joined the game as a player. He brought a group of people to my store and trashed the place. They ruined all the ingredients I had. When the Bosses finished their overtime and saw their pre-ordered burritos on the ground in pieces, their eyes became dark, and they were immediately infuriated. The Patchwork Monster was so angry that the stitches on its body were beginning to break. It started ripping the players apart. The Eight-Armed Maiden’s hair fanned out and pierced many players. The Wedding Dress Maiden suddenly became a giant and started eating the players one by one. The Bosses were willing to work overtime and maintain the operations of the dungeons overnight just so that they could have a burrito. That night, all the players were sleeping when they were forced to join a horror game.

Cesari Islan Sandoval is a drop dead gorgeous multi billionaire playboy who can get any lady he wants at the snap of his fingers but doesn't do relationships until he meets Elyon Devane a single mom who is in need of a job. He feels drawn to her which is something that has never happened to him before so without thinking he gives her the job as his personal assistant thinking he could seduce her into sleeping with him but she turns out to be a hard nut to crack. He falls in love with her five years old daughter and though he doesn't consider himself a daddy material,he finds himself wishing he is her daughter's father. Funny enough he finds out that he is indeed her daughter's father which causes him to have a rethink much to the chagrin of his lover Antoinette Montalvo.

He called me a liar. A gold-digger. Then he left me pregnant, humiliated, and broken. Five years later, I built a life he was never supposed to touch again. A daughter. A thriving wedding business. A version of me that doesn’t beg. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Because the next wedding I’m hired to plan? His. He doesn’t remember me. Not the nights. Not the promises. Not the baby he never met. And when his perfect little bride ends up in a coma days before the ceremony? Nicholas De Castello....cold, ruthless, and still disgustingly beautiful....makes me an offer I can’t afford to refuse... “Pretend to be my wife. Or I’ll destroy everything you’ve built.” Now I’m trapped in his world again. In his house. In his lies. With the man who broke me once... …and the daughter he doesn’t know is his sleeping in the next room.  

Alessandro, a name which can make men double his size shudder with fear. He is the Boss of the Russian outfit. He made a mistake, that he knows he would regret as long as he lives. A mistake which almost cost him his outfit. He never let anyone see how deeply that one mistake affected him. But it did. He decided to kill everyone who backstabbed him. That's when he saw Olivia. She was brought as a peace offering by her step mother to save her father's life. The same father who betrayed Alesso by helping his cousin Victor. He is not interested in school girls who are too innocent to stay alive in their world for long. But something in Olivia pulled to him, begging for mercy and help. He wanted to refuse her and kill her father. But he couldn't. So he bought her as his slave. Thus began their journey. This was something he was not expecting. She hated his guts. He saw how much she loathe him. But that never bothered him, until she started affecting him. He used to have fun when she is riled up. He loved when she is flustered. Making her go red with anger and frustration was his favorite. She was his reprieve from his guilt. A light at the end of a dark tunnel, which never seems to have an end.

My girlfriend's schoolmate is being hounded by creditors. In my past life, the same incident had unfolded before my eyes. I was worried that my girlfriend would provoke these ruthless creditors, so I'd advised her not to meddle. However, her schoolmate later overdosed on sleeping pills. Later on, my girlfriend acted as if nothing had happened and continued preparing for our wedding. But after she got drunk one day, I found her caressing his picture tenderly—before stabbing me in the heart with a knife. She claimed that if not for my indifference and selfishness, her schoolmate wouldn't have taken his own life. Now that I've been reborn, I'll grant her wish and let her help him pay off his debts. Presently, I say, "He's your schoolmate. If you can help him, go ahead. I won't object."

He has been sleeping with her. I know. I’m his mate. For now. I rejected Orion last week, but instead of getting my freedom, all I managed to do was pissing off the arrogant Alpha heir. He didn’t accept my rejection. He left our mate bond half severed and slept with her, knowing his betrayal is setting my soul on fire. Just to teach me a lesson. “Ready to beg, little wolf?” My dear mate, the man who once swore me his soul, asks me in our mindlink when he rides her harshly, her moaning piercing my ears. He is asking which I would choose. Cave in? Or death. What I didn’t see coming, was him losing it upon the news of my death. He shouted with his eyes mad red: “I forbid you to leave me!!!...please, come back...”

At my wedding rehearsal dinner, a photo of me and my fiancé’s older brother—naked in bed—was displayed in front of everyone. I said it was a setup. Jason, my soon-to-be husband and the Don of the Vale, said, “I trust you.” He erased the footage—and married me anyway. For two years, he kept me hidden while my stepsister, Nerissa, stood beside him in public. He said it was to protect me—so I believed him. I believed him even when the rumors said he was sleeping with her, even when he introduced her as his Donna… until today, when I found them in bed together. Jason didn’t even stop kissing her when he saw me. “Do you like this anniversary gift, Alina?” That was when I finally understood— Jason had never believed me—and the reason he still married me wasn’t love. It was punishment.