Novels

Okay, so after the SATs, my so-called sister got a free ride to Harvard, and my foster mom pulled the plug on me in the hospital. Yeah, you heard that right. She said my "energy" was boosting her daughter, like, the harder I worked, the more amazing she became. And the worse things got for me. So, last time around, I’d practically danced and played piano ‘til I was falling apart, while my sister was living it up overseas and became some ballet prodigy. I was grinding on my textbooks, like a zombie, until I had a brain hemorrhage, and she was

"Five years, and Jake treated me like I was made of gold. Everyone in our circle envied my good luck. But I was still waiting for him to say those magic words: Marry me. Eventually, I did hear them... but in the cruelest way possible. It happened the day Jake's foster sister, Tiffany, hit someone with her car. Jake went down on one knee, slipping a ring onto my finger. 'Sarah, can you take the fall for Tiffany? I promise, when you get out, I’ll marry you.'" 1. I’ll marry you. They're supposed to be the sweetest words in the world. But Jake said them in the most heartless way

1 My little brother's got a girlfriend, and guess what? She's my coworker! But man, she's a total snake in the grass. During a company meeting, she had the nerve to post a photoshopped picture of me in a bar, looking all cozy with some dude, on the company chat. And she captioned it, “Some people act all innocent during the day, but they're out there selling their soul at night.” I just laughed, took a screenshot, and forwarded it to the family group chat: “If I let Amber marry into the Reed family, then I'm officially a failure!” ... So, my brother's been dating

My fiancé, Mandy, was a shrink, a real one, and she was head over heels for her patient, some dude named Hank. I saw it with my own eyes – her and Hank going at it in her office. Disgusted and heartbroken, I snapped some photos and sent them straight to the hospital board. She got suspended, and Hank, the basket case, offed himself because of his depression. Then Mandy came after me, stabbed me right in the heart. "How could you do this to him?" she yelled. "What did Hank ever do to you?" This time, I'm back in my 18-year-old body,

"Nancy, are you really going to divorce Ryan and go abroad for further studies?" In the quiet living room, Nancy Xu looked at Mrs. Sullivan's surprised face across from her and nodded.

My boyfriend, Mark, my guy for seven years, just had his high school sweetheart show up on his doorstep, and she’s brought a kid along for the ride. This woman, Brenda, went on a social media rampage for three days straight. Called me a “homewrecker,” a “snake in the grass,” basically everything except a child of God. Said I’d stolen her baby daddy. So, I calmly updated my own profile with a screenshot of a health report. Name: Mark Johnson Result: Infertile The internet went wild. Comments like: “Honey, you’ve been played” and “Talk about a bad case of the Mondays… and the Tuesdays, Wednesdays,

I never believed in born bad people. Until my daughter came along. In preschool, when my grandma, who has low blood sugar, ate one of her gummy bears, she jammed a chopstick into her mouth. In elementary school, after overhearing us complimenting the neighbor’s kid, she lured the three-year-old into the backyard and let the dog go after her. In middle school, she bullied a classmate so badly that the girl jumped from the school’s roof, leaving her with a permanent spinal cord injury. In high school, she snuck out for a date, and when her dad locked her in as punishment, she falsely accused

I was born the true daughter of the Mueller dynasty, but my life was a nightmare under the reign of a fake. My twin brother, deaf to my cries for help, accused me of jealousy and slander. He even swore that the imposter was his only sister. My fiancé was also ensnared, and together with her lies, they condemned me to a year in prison. I was stripped of everything, reduced to a shell. Now, with their lives in ruins, they come crawling, pleading for absolution. “Number 487, you're free to go.” I was numb as they shoved me towards the exit,

When my folks shipped me off overseas, it was during the big freshman basketball tourney. My own sister and, get this, my fiancée, were there cheering on this kid, Jake Miller. That was supposed to be my moment, you know? And the signed jersey he was sporting, that was supposed to be my freakin’ 14th birthday gift. I spent a lifetime competing with Jake, and no matter what, if he just put on the waterworks, my parents would always rush to his defense, making me the bad guy. But I was their actual son! It wasn’t until I was dying alone