Novels

"Ashley, you're just jealous that my mom loves me so much! You're jealous I can afford designer labels and fancy dinners!" My roommate, Tiffany, was practically frothing at the mouth. I rolled my eyes, speechless. Honey, what you're wearing, what you're holding, even the mom you're bragging about – it's all mine. 1 After high school graduation, a certified mama's girl like me turned down better colleges to stay close to home. Weekly dinners with my dear mother were non-negotiable. And honestly, who could blame me? My mom was the epitome of "everyone else's mom." Forty, stylish, open-minded, kind-hearted, and even philanthropic.

It was the first week of college, and our professor announced we all needed a drone for our filmmaking class. I texted my dad, "Dad, we need drones for class. Everyone's getting a DJI, about $1000." "Honey, you know I only make like $15,000 a year. That's a lot. I just talked to a buddy, and he said those Robinson helicopters are pretty good, only a couple hundred grand. How about one of those?" Somehow, a screenshot of our chat leaked in the class group chat. People started calling me a broke poser and telling me to drop out. Three days later, as

The day I was sentenced to death, my parents were throwing a press conference announcing their adopted son, Luke Miller, as the new heir to their company. My sister, Sarah, and Luke were engaged, a picture-perfect family. Me? I was the outcast, the disowned black sheep who'd dared to expose Luke's insidious ambitions. Death, then rebirth. I no longer yearned for their love. This time, I would live for myself. 1. I was reborn the day Luke first arrived at our home. Fate, it seemed, had offered me a second chance. Luke was the son of my dad's best friend, a local child

Jennifer stepped into her husband's Rolls Royce, only to hear her future daughter-in-law mutter "gold digger" under her breath from the backseat. She pinched her husband's ear. "While I was away, how did you manage to raise our son into such a lovesick fool?" Her husband shrugged. "Your man only knows how to make money. Handling this…tea situation…requires the skills of his wife." 1. Jennifer, a writer, had just returned home after a five-year stay abroad. Before she could even settle in, her son, Ethan, clung to her like a koala. "Mom, Heather's amazing! She's definitely not after our money." "She's so driven. Came from a

The storm hit without warning. My brother, Mark, shoved me overboard and snatched my life vest. When the rest of my family was rescued, Mom wailed, "Where's Ethan? Where did he go?" Dad scoffed, "Don't worry about him. He had a life jacket, he'll be fine." My sister, Jessica, hugged Mark tight. "My sweet little brother, so innocent. I wish Ethan could be more like you." They stood on the dock, yelling for me to come out, accusing me of hiding. But I couldn't. I was already dead, swallowed by the dark depths of the ocean. The ship had sunk. My parents, Jessica, and Mark, all wearing

The night I beat my son to death, my wife was tutoring her old flame’s son. When she got my son's desperate call for help, she hung up with an impatient, "If you're gonna die, then die! Stop with the drama!" She thought it was just another one of his ploys to avoid punishment. But when she saw his grave, she completely lost it... 1. My son, Ethan, died on the first day of winter break. It was his birthday. I was away on business. I’d called him the day before, promising I'd be back for his birthday. His voice was small. "Dad,

I was a twin, but my parents only favored my sister, Sarah. They said I wasn't as well-behaved or obedient as her, and that the money I earned should be spent on her. They said I was the older sister, so I should always give way to her. Given a second chance at life, I chose to be obedient and give Sarah everything she wanted. This time, I would live only for myself. 1. I was reborn, back to the day before my senior year internship interview at Golden Horizon. "Ashley," Dad said, standing before me, his words echoing my past life. "You'll

I woke up the day before the concert, the day I was supposed to take out a loan to see my idol, and it felt like déjà vu. My three roommates, all die-hard fans like me, were scrambling to get tickets. One was hitting the clubs, another had dipped into her family's house fund, and my best friend, Chloe, and I, well, we were considering a loan. "It's his last tour ever," Chloe had said, "We have to be there! Think of it as the grand finale of our youth!" Grand finale of my youth? More like the grand opening

From the day I was born, my parents loathed me. I wanted a princess dress, Mom bought me a funeral shroud. My teacher said I had a gift for piano, Dad slammed my finger in the piano lid, crippling it. They relished my pain, encouraging my younger sister, Lily, to take everything I had. Lily even stole my fiancé, David. And for that, Mom slapped me. “Why are you crying? Trash like you deserves no love! You should be dead!” But when news of my death arrived, Mom clutched my ID, refusing to let go. She said she just wanted to love me, just once. 1 After the thug impaled