Novels

Ashley had leukemia and needed a substantial amount of money for surgery. I was forced to take a job as a host at Dream Island, a high-end karaoke bar, to earn money for her. Ms. Pearson, a regular, often requested Ethan, the most popular host, to accompany her, but she'd also ask me to sing in the background. One night, after work, this somewhat eccentric woman called me and asked me to sing to her until dawn, offering me $500. For Ashley's medical bills, I agreed to her strange request. But when faced with a choice between me and Ethan,

I helped Sarah through college. She married me, claiming it was out of love and promising lifelong devotion. But the truth spilled out when she was drunk: "I wish you'd never helped me." Thankfully, my life was short, sparing her too much regret. But if I hadn't held her back, she could have gone back to her true love. So why was she crying so hard at my grave? … "Ethan, can we get a family member?" The nurse called out. I walked over quietly. She frowned. "Why are you here alone? Where's your family?" "I don't have any." "But… it says here you're married?" I gave a

Ashley found a lump on her neck, in a tricky spot. Mom had heard about a surgeon, Dr. Evans, at City General. He was known for his skill and leaving minimal scarring, but his waiting list stretched into next year. Mom pressed a thick wad of cash into my hand, insisting I "smooth things over." My name was called, and I pushed open the door to the examination room, freezing in place. Dr. Evans was the spitting image of my ex-boyfriend, Mark, who'd supposedly died three years ago. 1. Ashley's lump was on her thyroid. It wasn't life-threatening, but it was getting big.

It was Valentine's Day. Emily's young assistant, Ethan, posted an update on Instagram. "Business trip on Valentine's Day, hotel's fully booked, forced to share a room with my gorgeous boss!" The photo showed a shirtless Ethan, panning across the luxurious hotel room. Behind him, a woman was visible only from the back, wrapped in a towel, her hair up, revealing a slender arm. Someone commented, "Lucky you!" Ethan replied with an emoji and the words, "Wouldn't mind waking up next to her." I liked his reply. Minutes later, Ethan called me, frantically explaining it was just a joke, nothing more. Emily snatched the phone, her

Ethan and his friends all had the same idealized crush. She was perfect, and after five years, I realized I couldn't even compare to her little toe. So, in front of his friends, I said it first: "We're breaking up." I thought I was setting him free, but it turned out he was the one who regretted it. 1. After Ethan had ushered the last of his drunken friends into a cab, I finally spoke. "I'm going home to pack my things." The guy, already halfway in the taxi, yelled back, "Who do you think you are? Now that Olivia's back, you think

Ashley had been stringing me along for seven years, refusing to publicly acknowledge me as her fiancé. All because she was still hung up on her childhood sweetheart, Ethan. She even gave him the award that should have been mine. I didn't yell, I didn't scream. I calmly broke up with her and walked away. Later, she came crawling back, begging me to take her back, swearing she only loved me. 1. I was backstage changing when my agent, Carol, told me the award had been snatched away. My hand froze mid-zip. "Why?" I asked, incredulous. This award represented years of relentless

I'd time-traveled, and become the CEO's… younger sister. Right now, I was happily admiring an eight-million-dollar necklace, a gift from my brother's fiancée. The next second, my good-for-nothing brother brought home some girl from the wrong side of the tracks, claiming she was his true love. 1. "I object!" I roared, standing up. My dad, who was about to explode, froze, along with everyone else, staring at me. "Bro, how could you?!" I rushed over to the lovebirds, looking at their clasped hands, my voice full of anguish, "Such a big deal, and you didn't even tell the family first? You had to announce it right

My daughter treated me like her worst enemy. I enrolled her in piano lessons, and she accused me of wanting to parade her on stage for others' amusement. She wanted to meet a guy she met online, but I forbade it. She screamed that I was violating her freedom. She won first place in a national piano competition, her future bright, but in a public interview, she claimed I only saw her as a money-making machine. Later, when I had a heart attack, she flushed my medication down the toilet, saying I deserved to die. Reborn, I sold the expensive piano and stopped paying for

When my parents committed me to the mental hospital, Olivia Knowles was taking a bow for her violin performance. My fiancé and my own little brother were in the audience, applauding her wildly. It should have been my moment of glory. That violin should have been my twelfth birthday present. I’d spent my whole life competing with Olivia. Whether I was right or wrong, my parents always sided with her, especially after she’d shed a few strategic tears. But I was their real daughter! It wasn’t until I was dying that I finally understood. If I ever got another chance,