Novels

When I miscarried after a car accident, I called Silas Crowe in a panic, desperate for help. He declined the call, too occupied with a meeting to bother. On the operating table, I stared blankly at the ceiling as the doctors removed the life that had barely begun. When they asked me where the father was, I couldn't answer. Later, scrolling through my phone, I came across a social media post from Silas' secretary. "Big thanks to my amazing boss for taking time out of his busy schedule to go shopping with me and my son!" The photo was heartwarming, a picture-perfect moment of Silas holding a little boy, smiling as they browsed a rack of children's clothes. I pressed "like." A few minutes later, the post vanished. Not long after, Silas called. His voice was calm, almost rehearsed, as he explained that it was all a misunderstanding. I let out a soft, detached laugh. "It's okay. I believe you." There was silence on the other end and then a sudden urgency in his voice. "Nina," he asked, almost pleading, "why aren't you jealous anymore?"

I dumped my boyfriend, Jake, the year he was totally broke. A year later, he hit the big time. He married some bubbly blonde who was way hotter than me. On some talk show, the host asked him if there were any regrets now that he’d won every damn award there was. He put his arm around Brittany's waist. "I just wonder how she’s doing, you know, after we split." The host hesitated. "She’s... not doing so great." Jake finally cracked a smile. "That's a relief." "But, uh, her mom left behind a box of videotapes before she passed." Jake's smile froze. The tapes showed every day of my life after leaving him, right up to my death.

My parents, to try and straighten me out, faked a DNA test. They said I wasn't their real son. My sister, ignoring my pleas, was determined to throw me in a mental hospital. "You're a menace, why don't you just die?" And my beloved fiancée? She not only watched with cold eyes but used her connections to make sure I suffered every kind of torment inside. Five years. Five years and I finally learned my lesson. So, why do they suddenly want me to go back to being the spoiled, arrogant brat I used to be?

Three years with Jason, and still no ring. Then, he falls head-over-heels for my stepsister. Total whirlwind romance.

Mom thought I was boy-crazy. So she shipped me off to a "re-education" camp. They broke me there. I learned what they wanted me to learn: to fear guys. Mom was thrilled. "I should have done this sooner," she said, all smiles. Then she saw the scars. She realized she'd messed up. She begged my forgiveness, kneeling on the floor.

My boss was my online boyfriend. But he didn't know that. He kept asking to meet in person. Gee. If we met, I might become a wall decoration the next day. Hence, I made a quick decision to break up with him. He got upset, and the whole company ended up working overtime. Hmm, how should I put this? For the sake of my mental and physical health, maybe getting back together with him wouldn't be such a bad idea.

My sister, Alexis, was straight-up obsessed with me. When I was ten, some dirtbag tried to snatch her. I ended up in his car instead. They got their ransom, and I came home, but my face was sliced up pretty bad. My legs were broken, too. Alexis went into overdrive. She took over Dad’s business and turned it into a freakin' empire. I became the center of her universe. Also, her untouchable nerve. Some jerk at school called me "scarface". Alexis shoved his head into a trash can full of rats. He was barely recognizable. Another kid whispered I was a cripple. Alexis ran him over with a steamroller, turning his legs into hamburger. Alexis was a stone-cold killer to everyone in town. Except me. She spoiled me rotten. She dropped a ton of cash on reconstructive surgery, fixed my legs, and sent me to college overseas. Right before I came home, I got a wedding invitation from her. She was so excited. Said I was getting a new brother-in-law who would love me just as much. She even sent me a picture of the lucky dude. I walked into the house, and this guy, her fiancé, busted in with a bunch of goons. He thought I was the boy toy Alexis was keeping on the side. He started beating the crap out of me. Alexis finally showed up, and he pointed at me, lying on the floor, and whined: “Am I not good enough for you? Is he better than me?” Alexis' eyes went red: “You don’t have enough lives to be compared to him.”

After I was left to die alone in the woods by my own mate and husband, who was busy pestering the wife of someone else's, I was reborn to the day I had chosen my mates over my dreams. I tore up the admission letter from Lunar Alphas’ Academy with my own hands. And I rejected the passionate confessions of the two Alpha mates. It's because I didn't want to repeat the mistake I made in my previous life by choosing Dylan, who ran away for Amy on our wedding day, which made my grandmother, who depended on me, angry to death. In despair, my other mate, Marcus, bent on his knees and proposed to me, saying, "You still have me, I will never let you down." He saved me from losing face to the entire Pack, making me shed tears of love and gratitude. I vowed to dedicate my whole life to him. But, soon after the marriage, his behaviour towards me changed completely. All of a sudden, he turned cold to me. I thought it was because I couldn't produce an heir, but little did I know... Until the fateful night of the blood moon, when Amy, barely scratched, was prioritized over me, and I, who was severely wounded and sick, was left to die. As my spirit wandered, lost and helpless, I discovered the horrifying truth: my life had been a twisted game of loyalty and deceit between Dylan, Marcus, and Amy. They had forged a pact, leaving their Pack's inheritance and future to Amy, and to ensure their loyalty, they had secretly had my womb cursed, rendering me infertile. In this new life, I vowed to break free from their manipulation and forge my own path, unshakable by the shackles of their betrayal. The moon, once a symbol of my torment, now illuminated my journey toward independence and self-discovery.

After I drove my mom bonkers, my dad checked me into a mental institution. Then, like it was nothing, they adopted a daughter who actually listened. They treated her like she was America’s sweetheart. Whenever someone asked why they spoiled her rotten, they'd say, "Because she's well-behaved, unlike someone we know." A year later, they brought their precious little angel to the loony bin. "Has she learned her lesson this past year?" they asked. The doctor nodded. "She's been a model patient, couldn't ask for better." My parents smirked. "Just needed some discipline, huh? Alright, bring her out; we're ready to forgive and forget." "Okay, everything she left behind before she died is right here." The doctor held up a vlog. It was a record of every single day I spent in this hellhole, leading up to my suicide.