Six Minute Podcast Novels & Stories

This book contains strong, raw, and mature content. It was a perfect marriage. They were the perfect couple. Later on, It became hell on earth, for their sanity, for their best interest, they separated. And then everything changed six months later with just one call, one meeting and one invite. He wanted her back into his life. He wanted to win her over. She was his, supposed to be his and no one else. A murder happened. It was never expected. Another murder happened. It was never intentional. Another murder happened. It was expected, it was intentional, and it was perfectly executed.

Six years after losing my memory and being taken in by the Lawson family, my husband, Jack Lawson, brought his childhood sweetheart home. She was beautiful and understanding, and everyone liked her. Not only did Jack favor her, but our two children also called her "Mom" behind my back. Due to the extreme sadness, I actually got my memories back. Since the Lawson family felt that my presence was unnecessary, then I might as well go home and be the heiress of the powerful Miller family again.

Five years after I mated to Alpha Derek Blackwood, his childhood sweetheart broke her mate bond with another Alpha and returned to our pack. Even worse, I had depleted my life force saving Derek when he was mortally wounded, and now I was dying. In the less than six months I had left to live, I continued to play the role of Derek's good mate. Until I passed away. And Derek, after reading the journal I left behind, completely fell apart.

Nickie Chen needed a miracle to save her dying father; she got Regaleon Knight instead. In exchange for the two million dollars required for her father's life-saving surgery, she sells six months of her life to the city's coldest billionaire. The deal is simple: play the loving fiancée to secure his company merger, then disappear. But when the lines between their contractual fiction and their chaotic reality blur, Nickie realizes that guarding her heart from the man who bought it might be harder than saving her father's life.

At six months pregnant, I joined a moms’ group chat to learn parenting tips from other mothers, and one of them couldn’t resist showing off. "I’m so jealous of you guys, getting to cuddle your babies all day. Not like me—I'm handing mine off to a free nanny right after giving birth!" 'Free nanny? Since when are nannies free?' I tapped on her profile picture—and the sight of that hand draped over her shoulder made cold sweat run down my back.

Looking up I see a boy I had never seen before, a cocky smirk graced his features. "Here you go" he said handing me the pencil I just nodded my head confused as to where he came from since the hallway was dead silent just moments before. Looking over his shoulder I see six other guy's watching the situation. Looking them all up and down I can't deny that their all definitely attractive. Looking back at the guy infront of me I look into his brown eyes a light spark of pink shinning in them. I smiled slightly not being able to find my voice so I begin nodding my head a little in thanks. Turning to walk away I begin to exit the hallway "what no thank you?" a voice called out causing me to turn around. Looking back I see the guy that handed me my pencil his arms lightly spread out with shock across his features. "Right, thanks" I started staring at him before looking at the other six as they all stared at me expectantly, at this moment I guess I really had no idea why. "Oh, right" I started causing them all to perk up "welcome to our hell hole new kids" I continued with a smirk opening my arms up, just like the guy did when he called out to me.

A soft gasp escaped her lips when Tobias’ hand slipped into her gown and caught one breast. She tried her best to suppress her emotions but her eyes just involuntarily shut due to a pleasurable sensation brought by his warm touch. She blinked her eyes open when he detached his hand from her breast. Tobias distanced himself from her, however, the rage in his eyes was still there as he watched her. “I almost forgot. You told me a few years back, only I can touch you unless I pay you.” Minah's brows furrowed, her eyes fixed on him. Tobias pulled himself away from her, composing himself before he took his wallet out of his pocket. He then pulled out some paper bills and threw them on her. Her eyes darted to the money that he tossed right in front of her. Six violet-colored paper bills. Her mouth was left agape. Six hundred pesos! Minah could feel her blood rushing to her face as insult, rage, and humiliation stirred inside her. She lifted her face once again and threw daggers at Tobias. “I am no whore, you son of a bitch!” His expression grew ominous. “You are filthier than a whore, Damara,” he said firmly, his voice sounding displeased.

"My daughter needs heart surgery," Riley whispered, clutching four-year-old Lily to her chest. "I'll do anything." Brett Graham's steel-gray eyes never left hers. "Anything?" "Yes." "Then you'll be mine. Completely. For six months." Riley Plia is homeless with a dying daughter when ruthless billionaire Brett Graham offers her a deal: pose as his girlfriend for six months and earn $500,000 for her child's heart surgery. She thinks she's found salvation. Instead, she finds herself trapped in a contract written in cruelty. Brett treats her like property—controlling her meals, her words, even when she can see her daughter. He humiliates her at galas, dismisses her tears, and uses her desperation as a weapon. But beneath his ice-cold exterior lies a man terrified of abandonment, testing her loyalty through suffering because everyone he's ever loved has left him. As Riley endures his torment to save Lily, she discovers an inner strength that refuses to break. And Brett finds himself addicted to the one woman who won't shatter under his worst behavior. In a world where love is the ultimate luxury, can two damaged souls heal each other's wounds—or will Brett's need for control destroy the only real thing he's ever found? When the contract ends, will she stay... or will she finally run?

Alpha's first mating. As tradition demands in the Grey-Halfmoon Pack located on the west side of the paramount island hidden from curious human eyes. The next Alpha to rule the pack had rules to follow before being crowned the Alpha of the pack. Young Aiden was no different. Like his father before him Aiden had to attend the alpha's training that took almost six and half years to complete, and he hadn't seen the pack and his parent for over six years now but now that he was back, and ready to serve his pack and take over from his father, the second tradition that was performed every twenty one years had to commence. It is a tradition where five she-wolves from the pack, aged from eighteen to twenty were chosen by the highly respected Seer, which the pack has trusted for over seventy years to help guard the island and foresee the future. She was the closest thing to talking to the goddess herself. And not once in seventy years was the woman wrong, and this year she had planned to the same thing she did for the previous alpha, and find Aiden the woman who will compliment him and help rule the pack beside him not forgetting that the woman would prove to be fertile and able to give the pack their next Alpha to rule after Aiden. This year was not different, tradition would be followed, and the pack house was getting ready to welcome the five chosen, and let the Alpha's first mating resume.

During the family gathering, my fiance's mom takes out their heirloom brooch, intending to give it to the next lady of the Sullivan household. The guests all clap and offer their blessings. "Karli, you've been dating Douglas for six years. Now, you guys are finally going to settle down for real." But there isn't even a trace of a smile on Douglas Sullivan's face. He takes away the brooch calmly and pins it on his adopted sister, Isabelle Sullivan. After that, he pinches my face and says, "Belle likes it. Let her have it." When he sees the thick disappointment in my eyes, he explains in a gentle voice, "In the future, Belle will marry someone else. Everything that belongs to the Sullivan family will then become yours. It's just a brooch. There's no need to be so hung up on it." Surprised, Isabelle clutches the brooch on her chest fondly. Then, she gives Douglas a light peck on the cheek. She says, "Thank you, Dougie. You're the best to me!" A bitter smile plays on my lips as I look at the two of them behaving intimately right in front of me. It's been six years, and Douglas still hasn't made good on his promise to marry me. I've told my parents that I agree to go through with the arranged marriage and will return in three days to honor it.