Novels

The day I got my license, I went to the hospital and removed my corneas. In my past life, my boyfriend’s childhood friend Lila stole my car on the first day of school. She ran red lights, killed a pregnant woman and an old man, then fled. But my classmates blamed me. When the police came, I swore Lila was driving. She collapsed into Ethan’s arms, fake tears in her eyes. "Nora, why frame me?" Then Ethan showed the dashcam footage—my face behind the wheel. "Still lying?" he sneered. The victims’ families saw it. One stabbed me until everything went dark. Then I woke up—back to the day before it happened. …

On the way home for the holidays, my husband, Joshua, and I were in an accident. When I opened my eyes again, we were back in college, before we’d even started dating. In my last life, we were married for seven years. Our home was a place of quiet respect, but never warmth. He wouldn’t even give me a child. It was only later that I found out his heart had always belonged to someone else—his first love, his old flame. After being reborn, I decided to set him free. We silently deleted each other from our contacts, kept our distance, and chose different lives. Seven years later, he was a top trader on Wall Street. At our college reunion, he and his girlfriend, Isabella, officially announced their engagement. Seeing me still single, he couldn’t resist a smug taunt. “Sienna,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “I know I was the best man you ever had in both lifetimes, but you don’t have to stay single forever waiting for me.” I ignored him and reached for my son’s hand. The color drained from Joshua’s face. His eyes, suddenly bloodshot, locked onto me. “You said you’d love me for a lifetime,” he hissed. “That you’d only ever have children with me.” …

The hurricane warnings were screaming across every news channel, so I told my boyfriend, Ryan, to come over to my place to ride out the storm. It wasn't long before a knock echoed on my door. I was just about to open it when text began to scroll across my vision, like a live-feed of comments only I could see. [Don't open the door. It’s not just Ryan out there. He brought his entire family.] [If you let them in, you will die.]

I caught my husband swapping my eggs with his ideal woman's before our IVF procedure. I didn't say a word, but switched the eggs back.

"Jasper, we’ve known each other for 18 years, and been together for four. Does my presence really mean less to you than a pheromone scent?" "I’m so sorry, Rowan. It was just an accident. You’re the only one I love." I was just an ordinary Beta, but to get stronger, I faked being an Omega at the military academy.

I entered the horror game, but due to my severe nearsightedness, I couldn't see clearly. I treated the blood-dressed ghost loli like my own daughter, the big boss like my husband, and the old ghosts like my parents.

I stumbled upon Ruslan Wyatt’s dark secret; he had planted hundreds of hidden cameras throughout our home.

After I was reunited with my birth family, my "sister," the girl who had taken my place, tearfully offered me her fiancé. "Lily," she said, her voice a model of selfless understanding, "James is yours. I'll step aside." The moment she cried, the whole family turned on me with aching hearts and pointed fingers. I understood then. This family responded to weakness, not strength. So I dropped to my knees with a thud, my sobs louder and more desperate than hers. "Aurora, how can you step aside? If you do, James will blame me, Mom and Dad will blame me, and my brother will blame me! What's the point of me even being alive?" I wailed, grabbing a fruit knife from the nearby table. "If you don't agree to stay with him, I'll die right here!" The entire family froze, their faces a mask of shock. Aurora, the fake heiress, was stunned speechless. A joke. When it came to crying, I was the undisputed queen.

The first thing I did when I got my sight back was run to find my husband, Lucas. I couldn’t wait to share the incredible news. But I stopped dead outside the door to his private suite, his voice drifting out as he chatted with his friends. “Lucas, man,” one of them slurred, “Jenna’s been blind for two years. You had Flynn pretend to be you and live with her that whole time, just so you could be with your childhood sweetheart. Aren’t you worried he and your wife might, you know… make the act a little too real?” “What’s there to worry about?” Lucas scoffed, taking a swig of his drink. His laugh was reckless. “Flynn’s got insane self-control. I’ve seen supermodels throw themselves at him, stark naked, and he didn’t even flinch. You think he’s gonna touch her?” He paused, his tone dripping with contempt. “Besides, Jenna’s frigid. As long as Flynn doesn’t make a move, she wouldn’t even think about it.” The room erupted in crude jokes. “Damn, I don’t know who to feel sorry for, Jenna or Flynn. Two gorgeous people in one bed, doing nothing but talking? What a waste, hahaha!”