Novels

My boyfriend's little side chick had a burst ovarian cyst, and she came to me for help. The girl couldn’t have been more than twenty-two, her face and eyes practically screaming with smug satisfaction. “It's nothing serious, just a little sore. Walking is a pain with my clothes rubbing against me.” She added, “He doesn’t even leave me alone when I’m on my period; says it’s more exciting that way. Can you believe it? He’s got a girlfriend, and he acts like a freaking wolf with me, never gets enough.” Oh, she'd come to show off. I looked at her, forcing down the

The Homecoming Queen Stole My Song, Then My Boyfriend Defended Her The homecoming queen, Tiffany, won a songwriting competition with my song, and I called her out on it in front of everyone. But my childhood best friend, Jake, took her side. “You're mute, you can’t even sing it,” he said. “What’s the big deal? Just let Tiffany have it. “It’s not like you can’t write another one. Don’t be so stingy.” Later, I teamed up with a senior, Liam, for a music reality show. Our original song went viral. Then we were spotted checking into the same hotel. Jake showed up at my door that night,

After marrying Ben, my childhood friend, it was like we were still strangers. Our interactions were mostly limited to the nightly routine, a perfunctory exercise. He was so reserved that even when I brought up divorce, he only paused, then pushed himself up from the bed. “Alright,” he said, like he was acknowledging a memo. “I don’t want the kid either,” I told him. “He’ll be your responsibility.” “No problem,” he replied, his voice flat. I pushed further, “Thanks for the last few years. It’s been rough, I know.” My belongings were minimal, all packed in one suitcase. Before walking out the door, I glanced back.

I rolled out of Mark's bed, my body aching like hell. He lazily handed me my bra. “I changed the keypad code on the front door, don’t come by anymore,” he said. I froze, instinctively asking, “Why?” He smirked, “Sarah agreed to be my girlfriend yesterday. I don’t want her seeing you. It'll make her upset, you know? I chased after her for a while.” 1. My eyes snapped open, and my whole body screamed in protest. Even after all this time, I still hadn’t gotten used to Mark’s animalistic stamina. I turned to see that he was already awake, his sculpted back muscles bare in

The Fake Heiress Plagiarized My Code, Then Begged For Mercy Last time at the hackathon, the family's fake daughter and I submitted the exact same code. She played the victim, all teary-eyed, "But, like, Sis, I already gave you back the parents, why are you stealing my code now?" My "parents," just as dramatic, wailed, "It's all our fault for losing our real child! She clearly has no upbringing if she'd stoop to plagiarism." My brother, Mr. Hothead, fumed, "I knew this girl was bad news! We shouldn't have brought her back! Now she's embarrassing the family and hurting the company's rep!" Their comments totally

My nanny's daughter has been acting totally weird lately. She keeps giving me these nasty glares, like I stole her last cookie or something. Then, she'll blast these "switched-at-birth" stories online in the living room. Seriously, who does that? My brother, Leo, is fed up with it, and he came to me, complaining, "Sis, does Mindy think you two got switched at the hospital or something?" "She's been looking at me like she's my long-lost mom, it's creepy." I laughed. Like, does she think our family's annual physicals didn't include a DNA test? Please. ... I'm Hannah Lee, the only daughter of the Lee Corporation. Like most rich

Chapter 1 One drunken night, I ended up knocked up. Couldn’t afford an abortion, and definitely couldn’t afford a baby. My belly was starting to show, and I knew I couldn’t hide it much longer. So, I had to swallow my pride and ask my roommate, a guy with serious mob connections, for a loan. He was twirling a switchblade between his fingers, a dark look on his face. “I might be down to raise some little rugrat, but you gotta tell me, who’s the deadbeat dad?” Uh… How was I supposed to tell him that he was the deadbeat dad? 01 When Jax came back, he was a mess

I had taken care of Liam’s cat for five years. Yet, tonight, the second I stepped inside, it lunged at me, drawing blood. Sitting in the Uber on the way to the ER, it suddenly hit me. Some cats just can't be domesticated. Cats, and people, for that matter. So, when I got home, I told Liam I wanted a divorce. He frowned, looking baffled. "Is this really about the cat biting you?" "Yeah, it is," I said. "It really is." 1 "You're sure about this?" Liam was holding the cat, absentmindedly stroking its tail. "Our five-year anniversary is next month." It was weird, Liam was barely ever home since we

I threw in the towel on my Ph.D. program, and my folks, bless their hearts, bought me a one-way ticket to Europe to clear my head. But then she showed up – my ex-boyfriend's "perfect" girl, blocking my ride to the airport like she owned the place. See, I was this close to finishing my research. Last time around, she'd somehow beat me to the punch by a day, turning in a paper that was practically a carbon copy of mine. The internet mob came for me, calling me a no-good plagiarist. I showed them my data, the research process, everything… but nobody believed a