Southern Belle Names Novels & Stories

A Delta such as Visenna Caspian thought she had it all figured out. She got married to her mate and betrothal, Cahir Ravish, The Alpha of Riverdale Pack and her childhood sweetheart. Life couldn't get any better until Cahir realized the importance of a successor, one Visenna couldn't give him after a series of attempts. "I promise you, Viz, she's nothing but our breeder. Since we can't seem to make one, the sages offered that idea." Cahir persuaded her calmly, coaxing her into agreeing. Slowly, she accepted her fate as an infertile delta but was oblivious to one thing- Cahir was slowly losing his affection for her. Falsely accused of attempted murder on Cahir's breeder and unborn cub, Visenna was forced to die unjustly; in a cruel way of being burned on a stake. "Being infertile isn't enough, you settle on adding murderer to your list of names!" Cahir thundered as he threw punches at Visenna like a sand bag. "Please, Cahir." Visenna pleaded her innocence as her white garment got dyed in blood. Her blood. "I'd never do anything to harm-" "I'm sick of listening to you, Visenna." he said and spared her a glance. Never has he called her in full. "Burn her alive, and let her serve an example to the pack! Whoever brings harm my mate's way shall be charged with regicide. And this is the consequence!" But, that wasn't the end of her story. The Moon goddess offered her a second chance, to correct her errors and make things right. Reborn into Riverdale Pack, six months before her actual death, Visenna swears on her dead body to set things right, with the right person by her side to actualize her revenge- Cassius Evander Hector, her second chance mate.

At Manatee high, where wealth whispers through the marble halls and last names open doors, Emma Carter stands out for all the wrong reasons. She’s there on a scholarship — smart, quiet, and completely out of place among the designer uniforms and polished smiles. Her father works long hours as a construction worker, and her mother’s absence still echoes through every choice she makes. All Emma wants is to survive senior year unnoticed. Connor Hayes Charming, confident, and born into old money, he moves through school like he owns it — because, in a way, he does. But behind the perfect image lies someone quietly restless, bored of the shallow routines and expectations his family forces on him. When a class project throws Emma and Connor together, their worlds collide. What starts as polite conversation turns into stolen glances, late-night talks, and moments that make Emma question everything she’s been taught about people like him. For the first time, Connor finds someone who doesn’t care about his last name — someone who sees him. But no everyone is happy about it ,The whispers start. And soon, Emma isn’t sure if she’s part of Connor’s world — or just an experiment in rebellion. As emotions deepen, the line between love and heartbreak blurs. Emma learns that privilege comes with its own cages, and Connor realizes that sincerity can’t be bought. Together, they must decide whether what they have can survive the pressure of judgment, jealousy, and fear — or if love alone isn’t enough to bridge two very different worlds. “Emma and Connor” is a coming-of-age romance about class, courage, and finding where you belong — even when the world tells you that you don’t.

My grandmother didn't have much time left. Before she passed away, she entrusted me to my boyfriend, Hunter Jones. As we held hands with our fingers interlaced, he promised to register our marriage in front of my grandmother's sickbed. However, the day after we registered our marriage, Sarah Moore, Hunter's female colleague, posted a picture of a marriage certificate with her and Hunter's names on it. There was a caption, stating, 'I know you have no choice but to agree to marry her. But as long as I'm the person you love most, I'm satisfied with only one month.' I went to find Hunter, intending to question him about what was going on. Instead, I overheard him chatting with his friend. "I'm indebted to Audrey's grandmother. I promised her that I would take care of Audrey for the rest of my life, so I have to take responsibility for her. As for Sarah, I can die without regrets if I can be her husband for a month in this life." His friend laughed and said, "Poor Audrey White. Aren't you afraid she'll get angry and run away when she finds out that the marriage certificate you got her was fake?" Hunter fell silent for a moment. "She will never find out. I'll just tell her that there was an error in the registration system and that we need to re-register. Audrey trusts me so much. She won't suspect anything," he added. However, his plans shattered when he tried to contact me to re-register our marriage. That was because he received my wedding gift for him, along with a wish that he and Sarah would have a long and happy life instead.

On the night of his third bonding anniversary, Omega Rowan Nightshade believes his Alpha mate has planned a surprise celebration. Instead, he opens the Alpha's bedroom door and finds his brother in the Alpha's bed. The betrayal shatters more than his heart. For years, Rowan endured his family's cruelty, believing that finding his fated mate would finally give him a place to belong. But when Alpha Damon publicly rejects their bond and names Rowan's brother as his future Luna, Rowan discovers a devastating truth—the entire pack knew about the affair long before he did. Humiliated and broken, Rowan leaves the only home he has ever known. But fate isn't finished with him. While trying to rebuild his life, Rowan uncovers secrets hidden since his birth. He isn't the weak Omega everyone believed him to be. He carries the blood of an ancient royal bloodline thought to have vanished centuries ago. Worse, he soon learns that the bond Damon rejected left him carrying a child. As rival packs and powerful enemies begin hunting him for the power in his blood, Rowan finds an unexpected protector in Alpha King Kael Blackthorn—the feared ruler of the Northern Territories. Cold, ruthless, and impossibly powerful, Kael swears to protect Rowan and his unborn heir at all costs. Meanwhile, Damon's perfect future starts to crumble. Lies come to light. Betrayals are exposed. And the brother he chose over Rowan may not be the innocent victim he pretended to be. Now Damon wants a second chance. But as kingdoms prepare for war and ancient prophecies awaken, Rowan must decide whether to forgive the Alpha who broke him—or choose the King willing to burn the world to keep him safe.

“I, Julian Voss reject you, Ayla Reed as my mate, there shall be no bond between us from now henceforth. Your throne is mine.” Betrayed. Broken. Alone. After her mother’s murder and her father’s mysterious poisoning, Ayla is left to rule the shadow blade pack. But at twenty—Ayla is wolfless. The council Elder gives her a condition: ‘Find your mate. Or forfeit your birthright’. She thinks the goddess has finally blessed her when she finds her mate. She was wrong. The pack betrays her, Julian is crowned Alpha, publicly rejects Ayla and names her closest friend, Elena his Luna. The council frames Ayla for her parents murder, she is stripped of her title and reduced to an omega slave in the pack. Frustrated and angry, she injures the newly crowned Alpha, she is hunted down and Cast over a cliff. Crawling her way back from the brink, she is saved by a healer in the human world, she finds a hiding place where no one would think to look for a former Alpha heir: working as a lowly maid in the Vane mansion. Lucian Vane, the trillionaire CEO of Apex vanguard Holdings, is feared by the elite and whispered to be the Devil himself. In reality, he is a lethal lycan-demon hybrid without a pack and has lived for over a thousand years. When Ayla steps into his domain, something feral and possessive awakens within him. Intrigued by her resilience, he resolves to claim her demanding absolute submission to break her completely. Instead, his dark, intoxicating touch does the exact opposite. Instead of breaking her, it triggers a terrifying dormant power hidden within her bloodline. She isn’t wolfless. She is an ancient Tribrid- and she is going to watch the world that once betrayed her burn.

"Saffron, I asked you a question. What happened to your dress?" Atlas asked again like he cared. Why was he calling her name like they were pals? How did he even know her name? This was the first time in seven years that they talked. Atlas isn't one to care about mere workers in the mansion, let alone commit their names to memory. So why her? Ignoring Atlas was not an option, so she parted her lips. "I–" Saffron was about to lie her way through when she caught sight of Caspian walking over. "Talk to me! Did Caspian do this to you?!" Atlas frowned and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look his way. "How did–" so this was it? Atlas orchestrated last night's incident? He set her up! Now Caspian would think she was involved with Atlas! There's no way for her to prove her innocence anymore... "Ahh!" Saffron cried out loud and moved back with her rear hitting the wall. She slid down slowly until she was sitting on the floor, bawling her eyes out. "I'm just an insignificant Chef who is only here to work, please I beg you, let me live… waaah… I want to live…!" She continued crying as she lamented sorrowfully like she was already having her last minute of life. Caspian walked past without acknowledging any of them with a mere glance. After he ambled out of the corridor, Atlas moved away and glared condescendingly at Saffron, "Don't think too highly of yourself. You've served your purpose. You were a mere pawn." ... Saffron, a Chef who wanted nothing but a simple life, ended up becoming a pawn in a life and death's game for three brothers. However, time will tell if she's a pawn, or the Queen on the chess board.

"If I were you..." He began, his eyes suddenly having slits of fury burning within them. "I'd mind my thoughts and limit what I say." His voice dropped gravely low. My brows knitted in a frown. "Excuse me?" I asked, amused. "Are you threatening me??" I prodded further. Nicholas chortled, his voice reverberating through the walls of the room. "Call it whatever you want-I honestly don't give two fucks, but let me make it known to you, young lady..." He started and paused, and in a flick, his face became contorted with rage. "You're my possession now... You're at my mercy and I can fucking do anything I want to do to you right now, in case you don't realize that yet." He continued and I stared on, goosebumps breaking out on my forearm. "Who can save you from my clutches? Exactly what you're guessing... nobody, not even your boss, Megan!" ~>>>~ Nicholas Hills is one of the new names on the movie production scene. He is known as a Billionaire Playboy who had inherited his fortune from his Grandfather. Nicholas is naturally flirty, his good looks making him an automatic ladies' magnet, so he hides his vulnerability and prefers to give off the impression of being a careless playboy. Corvette Vincente, a 24-year-old Private Investigator is the best at what she does. Working for the ruthless gossip magazine "Splash a Star" which makes its profit from bringing out the skeleton in the closet of celebrity stars,Corvette is the best they have and her latest assignment is the Playboy Billionaire movie producer, Nicholas Hills. Getting him caught up in a scandal should be as easy as swatting a fly, but what happens when his charms and sensuality turn her into his scandal instead...? And she loves it! Every single bit!!

Before we submit our college applications, I help our homeroom teacher hand out each student's sealed official records envelope as the class monitor. But the class belle, Vivian Nash, says she's an art student who's about to debut as a celebrity. To thank everyone for taking care of her, she asks the whole class to tear open their sealed envelopes and slip one of her glamor shots inside so they can "share in her good luck." My boyfriend, Brandon Dunn, immediately steps up as her childhood friend. He says he doesn't just want one of her photos, but he also wants her autograph on his envelope. Afraid something might go wrong, I immediately warn him that opening the sealed envelope could negatively affect his application to Caldoria University's School of Foreign Service. Before I can even finish speaking, Brandon kicks me hard in the stomach. The other students laugh and mock me. "You're just stirring up trouble for no reason. Everyone knows what you're really thinking. You're just afraid Vivian will get back together with your boyfriend!" I'm so furious I can't even find the words. But due to my responsibility as the class monitor, I call our homeroom teacher over and forcefully stop the absurd stunt. Later, everyone gets into their dream colleges. Well, everyone except for Vivian. At our class reunion six months later, Vivian suddenly bursts into tears in front of the entire class. She accuses loudly, "Why did you isolate me? It's your fault I made a mistake on my college application!" I'm dumbfounded. Suddenly, she grabs me by the throat and forces poisoned liquor down my throat. I die before I can be saved. After my death, Brandon and our classmates all defend Vivian. They even paint me as the class bully. Meanwhile, she goes viral by livestreaming her sob story and quickly becomes a rising celebrity. When I open my eyes again, I'm back at the moment Brandon is eagerly playing the gallant knight backing up his damsel. This time, I take the initiative and hand him his sealed envelope. "I think Vivian is right. It'd be nice to keep one of her photos as a souvenir."

"The Rossi family doesn't need a Don. We just need a Donna." As the only heiress of the Rossi family, this was the law that I had set when I received the Browning pistol—a pistol that resembles the ultimate authority in the Rossi family—from my Papa when he was on his deathbed. But three years ago, the police relentlessly investigated the money laundering business that my fiance, Lorenzo Moretti, was in charge of. If that business were to get exposed, the Rossi family's hundred-year-old legacy would be ruined. In order to protect my family's legacy and to allow Lorenzo to continue legalizing my family's businesses, I decided to become the scapegoat for all the crimes. On the rainy night of my arrest, I personally handed the pistol over to Lorenzo. "Protect my family for me before my return." This gave Lorenzo legitimate authority to run my family. He used the pistol to purge my subordinates and take over the family business. He even broke my law by announcing to the public that he'd become the next Don soon. An invitation with golden borders is soon leaked from the family's inner circle. Lorenzo's and another woman's names are printed on the cover. During a visit, my private lawyer says mockingly, "If you don't get out of prison now, the Rossi family might take on another man's last name for real." I just sneer in response. After that, I get bailed out of jail in advance and return home to celebrate Lorenzo's "funeral". But no matter how many times I scan my iris at the biometric scanner in the estate, the result always comes out wrong. A young woman, who's toying with the pistol, opens the door at that moment. The contempt and disdain in her eyes are plain to see. "Where the hell did a crazy woman like you come from? You came to the wrong place. This is my private turf, you know."

“You fucking bitch, I told you to stay here, and I will think about what I can do for you to not assassinate you, but you're just being a bitch” He yelled and turn my back like always I did whenever I was punished by a stick. "Bitch” He yelled throwing stick after stick, I felt my body turn numb getting to continue beating. “This time I won't let it go easily” He yelled, tearing my cloth. My body jerked back, his cold hand roamed my back. “I teach you today what happens when you just disobey my single command,” He said, turning me, removing a thin cloth from my body. "No, Liam" I screamed. “Why, It was always meant to be mine. Right?” His face had an evil smirk on. “Please no, Liam. Not like that…” I whispered, hugging myself with my hand hiding my naked self from his burning eyes. “No Amber… This will only happen like this, You fucking bitch tried to deceive me” He said, taking a fistful of my hair with enough grip to make me cry. “I won't do that again, Promise,” I said showing him my pinky finger like always we seal our promise. “Amber…” He sighed, like controlling himself. “Promise…” He said, taking my pinky finger with his finger. “This time promise will be sealed with my way baby” He smirked, bending my pinky finger. His eyes were like some beast that just want to hurt someone so badly. Author Note : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Update on weekends