Why Do.i Hate Being Alone Novels & Stories

I fell in love with a man I should never have touched—my brother-in-law, Lucas Zahn. The first time he came to our home with my sister, Quincy, they looked like the perfect couple. He smiled at me, held out a peace talisman bracelet, and said it would keep me safe. I wore it like it was the most precious thing in the world. When the old injury in my ankle flared up, he would scoop me into his arms and rush me to the hospital without a second thought. When thugs tried to harass me, he made them scatter with a single look, then spoke to me in a voice so gentle it made my heart tremble. I told myself I understood—that everything he did was only because I was Quincy’s younger sister. Even so, I clung to those rare moments when I could be near him. Until the night Lucas was drugged by an enemy, his life teetering on the edge. If no one acted, he would die. So, I acted. On that reckless, desperate night, my sister walked in. The sight struck her like a lightning bolt, and she collapsed, her weak heart seizing on the spot. What came next was madness. In a frenzy of rage and panic, Lucas tied me to an operating table. His hands—those hands I once longed to hold—cut open my chest and tore my heart out for her. “When the avalanche hit, Quincy nearly died saving me. I swore I’d treat her well for the rest of my life. That means loving her family, too. I never thought you’d be so shameless. “This is what you owe her!” He never knew that I was the one who saved him in that avalanche. So, I died in agony, my love carved out of me—literally. When my eyes opened again, I found myself back on the night he was drunk.

“Reject us,” Kellen commanded. “No.” The word slipped from Daciana's lips. The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, shock spreading like wildfire. The triplets’ eyes widened in disbelief, their confident masks slipping. Kellen’s hands balled into fists, his jaw clenched tight as he glared at her. “What do you mean, no?” Axel’s voice broke through the noise, disbelief clear in his tone. “You’ve always hated us. You don’t want this. Reject us!” “I won't reject you” Daciana stood her ground, she had never had this kind of leverage over them before, For years, they had been in control, tormenting her at every turn. But now… now they were at her mercy. They were begging for rejection? That wasn't going to happen. She would make sure they paid for everything they've done. This mate bond they desperately wanted to break…. will not happen! **** When she didn't get her wolf on her eighteenth birthday, Daciana became an element of mockery in her pack. Everybody hated her and the students at school derived joy in bullying and making her life miserable. Daciana has hated the royal triplets all her life. She wanted nothing to do with them, and they equally hated and made her life hell. She wished to have nothing to do with them, but fate played a quick one on her, and she got mated to all three of them. The triplets, having no power to reject her, asked her to reject them, but Daciana, knowing the leverage she had, refused with the sole aim of making them pay for everything they did to her. But how long will she be able to play this game? Will she win, or will she be pulled into their seductive web now that they didn't want to let her go?

Lydia and Cornelius have never seen eye to eye but what happens when a case of fake dating brings them together?

I signed a contract to marry the man I hate the most in the world. Alexander Voss; a ruthless billionaire, my family’s mortal enemy, the devil who once tried to destroy everything I built. One year. One penthouse. One bed. No feelings. No touching. No falling in love. But the moment the ring is on my finger, the rules start to burn. Every touch burns with vengeance. Every kiss tastes like war. But the most dangerous part? I’m starting to crave the man who ruined my life. And he’s becoming obsessed with keeping me forever. Bound by Contract, Owned by Hate — Where enemies become addicts.

Era, one of the liaison officers, is a college girl having a financial problem. When she told Sir Mik about her struggle, he immediately offered her to be a maid in return of providing her financial needs. Does Sir Mik really needs a maid?

After my younger sister went abroad, I married the mafia Don in her place. Five years after we married, we became each other’s greatest enemies. He hated me for driving my sister away and scheming my way into becoming his wife. I hated him for always treating me as a stand-in, never once acknowledging me in front of the world. My lack of status brought humiliation to my vain parents, and from that moment on, their love for me turned into hatred. In the end, he and my parents left me behind on a snowy mountain while celebrating Christmas with my sister. In the bitter cold, I died together with the child I never got to meet. Meanwhile, my sister basked in everyone’s love and had the happiest Christmas of her life. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my sister returned from abroad. This time, I would not beg Gideon or my parents to love me ever again.

“Elijah!” I sneered, slapping him right across the face; he seemed unaffected as he let out a smirk. “What do you think you're doing?!” I said. "Look at me closely, sweetie. I know how you feel about me. Every inch of you is my property; I own you, and if you'd think you're free from me, you're dead wrong" Elijah scoffed as he pinned me against the bathroom door. I yanked his grip off me before glaring at him, unaffected by his presence which once gave me butterflies. “Whatever you tried to do out there, don't test me. I can have you thrown back in jail if I wanted” He spat. “My life has got nothing to do with you!” I muttered. “Oh it's my business of course, so now you're sleeping with other men to get me jealous right?” he chuckled manacly. “You left me to die in jail, who I am with is none of your concern!” I yelled back. “I'm not afraid of you Elijah!” I responded nonchalantly. “Under which grounds? Last time I checked, you don't have the power to do that anymore.” Elijah's face turned red and he held my hand even tighter, gripping my cheeks until I could not move. “You don't scare me, Elijah” I said despite the quivering of my hands, “not anymore.” ***** Laura's world crashes down after she marries Elijah, her boss. His constant torments and treatment worsen after he reunites with his long lost lover. Their life takes a dark turn after Laura is thrown in jail for a crime she did not commit And later gives birth to twin babies in jail, who get taken away from her by his husband's mistress. Will she reunite with Elijah after everything he had done to her?

My daughter, Annabelle Turner, was diagnosed with hereditary heart disease. I spent the past five years searching for a compatible heart donor for her. Now, I finally found one. Right before Annabelle is sent into the surgery room, my husband and renowned cardiologist, Gabriel Turner, tearfully makes me a promise. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure Annabelle gets a shot at life again." Yet halfway through the surgery, Gabriel suddenly leaves in a hurry without giving any explanation. I stumble into the surgery room and see Annabelle lying on the operating table, covered in blood. Her chest is cut wide open, laid bare for all to see. Tyler Rotwell, Gabriel's assistant, stammers out, "Dr. Turner said… that Anna can still hold on a little longer, but Ms. Byron's son can't. "Dr. Turner took the heart that was meant for Anna and left…" I immediately break down and repeatedly call Gabriel's number, but Gabriel never answers a single call, not even when Anna's blood has completely dried… While settling my daughter's post-mortem affairs, I happen to see a newly posted update on Gabriel's childhood friend, Suzanne Byron's social media. "Turns out it was just a misdiagnosis," was what the caption read. "In that case, let's give this useless little thing to our good boy Oscar as a treat!" The video attached depicts Suzanne's dog Oscar tearing into the heart that was supposed to be donated to Annabelle. As I turn to look at Annabelle's cold body, the last shred of love I have for Gabriel starts crumbling apart. By the time Gabriel finally remembers Annabelle, whom he left on the operating table, only an empty bedroom and an urn containing her ashes would greet him…

Riley never planned to work for Jax Maddox—the arrogant, insufferable, and ridiculously good-looking tennis champion. She only took the job when her twin sister, Vanessa falsely applied for an elite assistant position under her name, landed it, and then vanished. But now, she’s stuck—answering to Jax’s impossible demands, biting back her sharp retorts, and trying not to lose her mind (or the job) under his relentless teasing. Jax Maddox doesn’t do assistants. They never last. And yet, there’s something about Riley—her sharp mouth, her refusal to be intimidated by him—that gets under his skin. So, instead of firing her, he makes her life miserable just to see how long she’ll last. But Riley has bigger things to worry about—like Leo Carter, Jax’s friend and the only man who has ever made her heart race at first sight. As Leo turns up the charm and Jax turns up the torment, Riley finds herself caught between two men who are used to winning. Riley has to decide: will she play it safe, or will she risk everything—including her heart? And for whom—Leo or Jax?

The first time Rafael betrayed me, he threw the woman from his club at my feet. His eyes were bloodshot as he told me to take my pick. My love for him was a sickness, so I forgave the transgression. For the second betrayal, I had the dancer sent out of New York, warning her never to set foot on the East Coast again. On the night of our engagement party, sealing the union of our two families, Rafael pinned me against the walnut desk in the study. His eyes burned with rage as he demanded: "Where is Nina? She's carrying a Mancini heir." "It was a mistake. You can take your anger out on me. Nina is naive; she doesn't deserve this. I'm begging you, just let the child be born safely. I swear I'll never see her again." "You're afraid of childbirth. This gives you an heir without the risk." "Listen, Alessia. You are the future Donna of the Mancini family. When that child is born, it will know only you as its mother. I swear on my life." He forced me backward until shards from the vase I'd knocked over cut into my skin, staining my silk dress with blood. I looked at him and smiled, then gave him the address of a safe house in Brooklyn. He slammed the heavy oak door behind him. Shaking, I pulled out my encrypted phone. "You were right about him. Is your offer still on the table?"