Someone Drawing Novels & Stories

Troubled and distressed that her parents wanted her to marry someone she doesn't even know, Dalmi caught herself swimming on the sea of liquors. She thought of one thing: To breach her parents' order by following her peers' prank: Get impregnated by the perilous, snobbish man of her fallen daydreams, Casimir Thompson. It was insane. He couldn't even lay his eyes on her and it was beyond impossible. But Casimir was the only man she wanted. She swore to herself that she'd rather get impregnated with someone she desired rather than a stranger. Will she be able to ran away from her ill-fated marriage? Will this prank be successful or will it gone wrong?

The Rowan estate has stood for centuries, its walls bearing witness to generations of triumph, tragedy, and a quiet, inescapable weight. Known for influence and misfortune, the Rowans guard a secret: the house is a memory vessel, absorbing the emotions and events of its inhabitants. Only one child per generation—“the one who carries it”—feels its imprint. For Jace Rowan, that child is him. Haunted by flashes of his brother Elias’s mysterious death in the sealed west wing, Jace lives with hallucination-like memories, déjà vu, and a physical sensitivity to the house’s presence. When Ava arrives at the estate, the house takes notice. Her father’s disappearance connects her unknowingly to the Rowans, and her grief fuels an emotional resonance the house cannot ignore. Objects from her past—her father’s watch, sketches of the west wing, and a brass key—materialize mysteriously before her, drawing Ava deeper into the estate’s labyrinth of memory. Jace knows the danger: the west wing reacts to emotion, and Ava’s connection could awaken truths meant to remain buried. As tension mounts, Ava and Jace confront both the house’s power and their own growing fears. The west wing does not seek to harm but to claim understanding—feeding on memory, fear, and revelation. In the shadows, a presence lingers, one that Jace fears is connected to Ava’s father. Bound by fear, curiosity, and an unspoken attraction, Ava and Jace must navigate a house that remembers, reacts, and judges, uncovering secrets about Elias’s death, Ava’s father, and the legacy of the Rowan family itself. In a world where emotion is power and the past is never truly gone, the house holds its breath—and waits to see who will survive its memory.

As I was about to leave The Crimson Curtain, my brother Corvus's elite vampire club, a woman who claimed to be the manager stopped me. "Ma'am, you just helped yourself to a priceless vial of Elder's Blood. You have to pay." I looked at the unfamiliar face, sensing the weak blood of a lesser vampire. She must be a fledgling, I thought, new to the club and unaware of who I was. "Your boss approved it," I said flatly. "Take it up with him." But the woman just sneered at me. "Plenty of women try to get close to our boss. If every one of you took what you wanted, how would we stay in business?" She shoved a copy of the club rules at me. Anyone who takes Elder's Blood without permission pays with three times the amount in heart's blood. Or they don't leave. Vampire guards started to close in, some even drawing silver blades, ready to take me down. I laughed, a cold, sharp sound. I couldn't believe Corvus's club had such an insane rule. "I am the Lord of House Volkov. Corvus's own sister. If he needs compensation, he can come to me himself." But her mockery only sharpened. "You look like some low-born stray. Claiming ties to a noble house? Pathetic. Hand over the heart's blood. Now." My patience snapped. I sent a message to the family elders through our bloodline. "Tell Corvus to either make this woman disappear forever, or I'm taking back ownership of this club. All of it."

In her mission to find the person she lost, Neith joins the organization she resents. During her stay, she finds herself falling in love with her work and someone else.

Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hellish marriage that I'm staying? Save Me... I'm tired of living. -AZAIA DE CASTRO

Avin returns home during the royal celebration, bringing chaos with her. She falls in love with someone unexpected, but her past catches up with her and threatens to tear them apart.

Many years have passed and as the remaining pure blooded vampire, Ajax Michaelis was told to wed the princess to save their remaining kind but always refused. More years have passed him by and in the quiet of the night, he smelled an enticing scent coming from someone that dares to trespass his territory. Erin finally escaped from her father one night. As she was being chased by the guards, she stumbled into a property deep in the forest. Now, weakened by her state and exhaustion, she passes out after entering the mansion in hope for a shelter. What she woke up to is something she never expected. She was in someone else's bed and there was a strange noise outside the door, when she emerged…

She’s just a stripper, an outcast omega that left her pack just to be someone appreciated or noticed in New York. She left to find someone who would give her the love and affection she lacks as a child; one she deserves to get from her mate. And He’s a cold aloof man, the Alpha of the BloodMoon Pack, the leader of New York’s Mafia. A stone hearted beast that doesn’t believe in Love or Affection. What happens when the Moon Goddess decided to pair this two together, a slow burning fire to melt a stoned ice. Will it be possible? Or is the ice going to freeze Kory Anders before she gets what she wants out of him.

June was someone ordinary, everything changes when a ridiculously hot stud, Andrew walks into her life and then it was a roller-coaster ride. Join them in their little rendezvous. Stay with them as they overcome all the odds for love.

At the engagement party, the champagne tower is only half-built when Marcus Harrison answers a phone call. He glances at me and says, "I have to go. Lily collapsed at the airport." I say, "If you leave, we're done." He leaves anyway, in front of 200 guests. He carries Lily Bardot in his arms, wearing the coat I gave him, as he drives away in my car. The next day, he sends me an email that reads, "Lily will be moving into my apartment. She needs me, and I hope you can understand. Once Lily gets better, we'll get married. Please trust me." I stare at the screen and suddenly laugh. So what he wants isn't someone who loves him. It's someone who needs him. And I'm too independent, so I don't make the cut. That evening, I scroll through my contacts and find a number I've never given a second glance to. It belongs to someone who's been waiting for me for 23 years. I dial it. "Tomorrow night, 7:00 pm. Meet me at the restaurant by the sea."