Skips Strikes Regular Show Novels & Stories

After our eighty-eighth canceled wedding, I called my business partner. "I'm taking the Haviana market project." There was a beat of stunned silence. "Seriously? That's ten years overseas. You just got married—well, weren't you? Does your husband even know? What about your parents? You always said staying close to them was everything." I glanced around the empty church and let out a sharp laugh. "There was no wedding. No husband. And my parents? They've got Cindy. That's all they need." Another pause. "Alright. Pack your bags. You leave tomorrow." After the call, I ran a hand down my wedding dress. One last tear slipped out, quiet and pointless. Cindy had another "episode" today. Claimed she'd off herself. Andrew canceled—again. I'd looked at him, drained. "It's the eighty-eighth time." He dropped his head, guilt all over him. "Just a little more time, Viv. She's been off since the accident. I'm scared she'll actually do it. I swear, I'll talk to her. For real this time. Then we'll get married. Promise." My parents didn't hesitate. "Vivian, let Andrew go. If Cindy hadn't gotten kidnapped trying to save you, she wouldn't have these breakdowns. Are you really putting a wedding over your sister's life?" "How could you be so selfish?" I'd heard it all before. Used to fight it. Not this time. If neither my fiancé nor my parents wanted me around, then fine. I'd leave.

At the bride selection ball, the queen herself chose me to be the crown prince's consort. Then my cousin Yvonne Johnson suddenly dropped to her knees in the middle of the hall and presented an erotic painting to the court. The woman in the painting had no face, but the rose birthmark at my waist had been rendered in chilling detail. Yvonne's eyes were red, her voice soft and cool. "I love my cousin dearly, but I can't deceive the queen. Your Majesty, please look closely. My cousin's virtue is compromised. She isn't fit to be the crown prince's consort." In a single night, my reputation was destroyed. I became the most shameless woman in the capital. Yvonne smiled at me, sweet as ever. "If your mother hadn't drawn your birthmark herself, no one would've believed that the eldest daughter of a duke's household would do something so indecent." My mother looked at me with an expression that held only resignation. "Your aunt once saved my life. I made a promise to Yvonne. I swore I'd give her the finest match in the world. But as long as you're here, you're in her way. Charlotte, my hands are tied." The ground dropped out from under me. It was my mother who'd had that painting made. She'd destroyed my name, my future, all to help her favorite niece marry the crown prince. Using my so-called disgrace as justification, she ordered me to hang myself. Meanwhile, my cousin married into the palace in glory, dressed in the gown and jewels that had been meant for me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day of the bride selection ball.

In a world where possessive and powerful men rule, they can be arrogant, ruthless, and cruel. This world, Emily Greenfield exits in. What can be worst when she finds out that her partner who she has been married to for years only sees her as a blood bank and as a stand-in for someone else? Whom he calls his best friend? When his true love re-turns, will she face the challenge head on, or will she choose to admit defeat? Even when she’s treated like trash, pushed around and cursed at. When everything she owes is taken away from her because she’s weak and doesn’t have enough power to strike? Read along as Emily Greenfield fight her way back to the top!!!

Amelia Davis has spent her entire life proving herself, and after all her hard work, she has a husband, a daughter, and a successful career to show for it. She believes she has it all, until one day she finds the two people she loved and trusted the most in bed with each other—her husband and daughter. Her entire world comes crashing, and in a bid to save themselves after getting caught, they murder Amelia. But just when Amelia thought it was all over, she's given a second chance at life in the body of a much younger woman, billionaire heiress Emma Mitchell. Now, Amelia is determined to get revenge on those who ruined her life, and she will stop at nothing to make their lives a living hell.

They say the happiest moment in a Lycan’s life is when they finally meet their fated mate. But what happens when you reject your fated mate just to be with your chosen one—only to realize you made the biggest mistake of your life when the one you chose abandons you and picks someone else? That was exactly what happened to Amelia Blake. After discovering she was pregnant with the child of her boyfriend and chosen mate, Lucas West, she was cruelly rejected by him. Instead of staying by her side, he chose her stepsister, Olivia Blake. What Amelia didn’t know was that everything had been planned from the start by her stepsister and stepmother. They wanted Lucas—the Alpha of their The Crescent Moon Pack—for themselves. Ever since her mother died and her father left the empire, her stepmother had been slowly poisoning her, leading to the loss of her unborn child… and eventually, her own death. Before she drew her last breath, the truth was finally revealed to her. “Even with your dying breath, you’re still a fool, Amelia. You’re too kind, just like your mother. That’s why you’ll die without even putting up a fight.” With her final breath, she vowed she would seek vengeance. She swore she would make every single person who hurt, used, and belittled her pay the price. And when she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the past one year before her death. There, she met again the fated mate she once rejected and decided she would use Lorcan Ashford—Lucas West step-brother, as her weapon in her revenge.

At the annual company banquet, the boss had the tables and chairs from the logistics department removed, leaving only a stainless steel dog bowl in the center of the stage. "Logistics is just the company's watchdog," he said coldly. "Since when do watchdogs sit at the table and eat?" The top sales champion laughed as he dumped leftovers into the bowl. The boss casually slipped a black garbage bag over my shoulders. "From now on, you're the company's living trash can. Catch it properly." Laughter erupted across the room. Amid the jeers, I silently tightened my grip on the universal access card in my hand. What they didn't know was that the building's special approvals for water and electricity—and all its property management connections—were maintained by this very "dog face" of mine. I tossed my ID badge into the dog bowl and turned to leave. Let's see how long you last once the new year passes—without logistics there to hold everything together.

VENGEFUL EX-WIFE STRIKES BACK! “We are having a baby,” Nina announced with a wide smile. Asher slammed his fist on the table. “Is this a joke, Nina? How can you be so shameless?!” He pointed a finger at her. She was confused at his sudden outburst. “What are you saying?” “You and I know that thing you are carrying is not mine!” Her lips quivered. “It’s your baby, Asher.” “Cut the crap! I’m sterile!” “What?” She gasped in shock. Nina was excited to announce her pregnancy to those she considered family, only for her husband, Asher, to curse her out and claim to be sterile. Her life crumbles when her husband divorces her to be with her long-time best friend, Andrea. Cheated by her husband, cast away from her home, and humiliated by those she trusted, Nina vowed to get her revenge. Xander Jackson is one of New York’s favorite young billionaires. He is the innovative CEO of the Multi-Billionaire X&J Empire. Xander has everything: a billion-dollar mansion, perfect looks, and power. But he has secrets of his own. Nina met Xander, an ex who is still holding on to the feelings from the past, and he’s ready to do anything to have her back in his life. He is willing to go all out for her, but Nina wants one thing: Revenge. What happens when old flames rekindle? Will Nina be able to get her desired revenge?

My daughter hid inside the cabinet, her trembling hands dialing her father—James, the Alpha of our pack. "Mommy's bleeding a lot. Please, come back and save her," she pleaded. "I'm busy. Don't bother me," James said coldly. "If she's going to die, make sure she does it far away." As he wished, I never bothered him again. Because I really did die, right in front of our wedding photo. When he found out, he went mad, completely mad.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Kitten,” he warned, his eyes cold as he watched her hand slowly trace his exposed abs. The corner of her lips quirked up, and then she leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and then lapped at his ear slowly and sensually. In a split second, she was flipped over and then pinned to the wall. “You asked for this, Kitten.” His emotionless face finally changed as he revealed a scorching gaze that surprised her. She wanted to protest, but it became a gasp when she realized his hand had crept beneath her gown. His hand began to move, and her gasp soon changed into moans. His other hand had never let her neck go as he squeezed tighter. “That’s right! That is what I want to hear. Since you asked for it, I’ll make you moan till your voice is no more and you have reached your limit. Even then, I won’t stop.” Jasmine was plus-sized, but she was happy because she had a fiance who she believed loved her, a step-sister who could die for her, and loved ones who treated her like a princess. Well, that all changes when her fiancee dumps her at the altar after body shaming and scamming her of all she had. To worsen things, she finds him in bed with her step-sister. Left with no one, as even those she believed to be her loved ones deserted her, she supposedly committed suicide. Three years later, she turns up at her step-sister’s and ex-fiance’s wedding, looking astonishingly different. As if that weren’t enough shock, she suddenly declares that she isn’t back for her ex-fiancee but his gorgeous hunk of a father. And to their utter disbelief, he accepts her proposal.

I'm the heiress of an affluent family. The housekeeper's daughter secretly wears my gown prepared for my birthday party, and I'm about to teach her a lesson. Suddenly, I see real-time comments. "This female antagonist is just jealous that the female protagonist looks better in the gown than she does!" "It's fine. The male protagonists are going to show up soon!" "Let's hang on for a bit more. I'd like to see this antagonist continue being so snobby once her family goes bankrupt!" In the next second, my brother and fiancé show up. They shield the housekeeper's daughter in their arms. Sneering, I commanded the staff, "Strip all three of them."