We thought we were unbreakable. Turns out, we just hadn't found the right hammer. Eight years of marriage. High school sweethearts. First loves, first touches, and the only people we had ever known. But eight years breeds routine, and routine breeds a dull, suffocating silence. So, we made a deal. One night. Other people. No emotions, no callbacks, and absolutely no second meets. The rules were supposed to save our dying marriage. Instead, the jealousy sparked an addictive, volatile fire that brought us back to life. For a moment, the high was intoxicating. But when you play with fire, someone always gets burned. When the smoke finally cleared, I realized he hadn't just bent our sacred rules-he had completely shattered them. Now, with the sound of breaking glass still echoing in my ears and divorce papers resting on the counter, I'm forced to face the ultimate question: Can you ever really rebuild an empire once you've burned it to the ground? (The plots of my stories are originally mine, but I had help with AI in writing the prose. This is just experimental and for fun. I have another account where I actually do it traditionally)

She was never meant to be the bride. Millie had spent her entire life in the background, quiet, overlooked, and painfully aware that love always belonged to someone else. Especially him. Jake Hathaway, her brother's best friend, the man she loved in silence while he looked at her sister like she was the sun. So when Jake's wedding to her golden sister falls apart the night before it happens, Millie doesn't expect to be the replacement. But she becomes the wife anyway. A stand-in. A substitution. The second choice in a story that was never hers. On their wedding night, he leaves her alone to chase a ghost. And when he returns, it isn't love he offers, it's rules. Distance. Coldness. A marriage built on obligation, not feeling. Then her sister comes back. With a child. And suddenly, the man Millie was never chosen for is a husband, a father, and a stranger living under the same roof. While they build a life in front of her eyes, Millie quietly disappears inside herself. Until the truth unravels. Until lies crack open. Until the man who destroyed her realizes she was the only thing real in a life built on illusion. And by then, loving her back won't be enough. Because some people aren't broken by being left behind. They're broken by being chosen last.

Not Another Were Story, Rejection Series In the third and final story in the rejection shifter series, Faith is a hybrid. She shifted early and only her mother knows for fear of what others would think or do to her. On her 18th birthday, she is scented out as the mate of a Warrior from another pack. He rejects her for being "wolfless." The higher ranks in the pack encourage and support the rejection as the pack considers humans and wolfless "undesirables." The pack is one of the few that encourages chosen mates over fated mates. For her safety, Faith leaves the pack. On her journey, Faith comes across other wolf shifters (and a human?) who her special wolf insists are important to the future of shifters of all kinds. As they travel to the infamous Alpha of the North's territory to further determine the upcoming threat in an attempt to gain more alliances, Faith comes across her second chance mate: The Alpha of the North. He initially resists the bond, thinking a wolfless mate could not be helpful to him in a time of war. But he soon realizes, he needs his mate as much as she needs him to overcome the threat. The Rejection Series #1 Staking His Claim #2 His Human Mate #3 Alpha of the North

Once there was a girl, daughter of an Alpha, who happened to face consequences of the things she had no control over. How? By being ostracized from her own kind. By being betrayed by her own family. By being rejected by her own soulmate who chooses her sister instead. And by being banished from the Kingdom. As she returns after years, she notices several changes. One of them being the demeanor of her mate.

Erin thought she had the perfect husband until he returns from a bachelor party with a secret. When everything is revealed and Kyle's betrayal is exposed, will Erin be able to forgive? What started as a harmless night out, quickly turns into the worst night of Kyles life. He loves his wife, she's his best friend and dream woman all rolled into one. When he lets himself be influenced by his college friends and ends up where no married man should ever be, he risks losing it all.

Five years ago, Alpha Lucas rejected his true mate Elena in front of the entire pack to seal a powerful alliance. Devastated, she disappeared without a trace, building a quiet life far from shifter politics. Now Elena returns to pack territory with a young son whose eyes match the Alphas exactly. Lucas demands answers, determined to claim what he once threw away. Dangerous rivals circle, ready to exploit the boy as the rightful heir. Old wounds reopen. The mate bond pulls stronger than ever. Elena fights to protect her child while Lucas battles to win her trust. One hidden truth could destroy them all.

The SECOND BOOK of Is it Series. But Ara- Ara was breaking. Not gently. Not quietly. She was coming apart in front of him, and the sight cut through him like a blade. Her knees buckled. Her magic cracked. Tremors ripped through her. A choking cough tore free, blood spilling past her lips. Her fingers twitched for air that wouldn't come. Darkness swallowed her vision. Nature demanded its price. And she-always the one who carried what no one else could-paid it alone. Until he moved. Silent. Deadly. Relentless. He caught her before the floor could. She fell into him with a shuddering breath-weightless, burning, breaking. Every inhale was a losing fight. His heart slammed. His control shattered. "No." The word hit the air like a command to fate itself. Panic-raw, ancient-surged up his spine. "Breathe." "Stay awake." "Don't leave me." "Not again." His grip tightened, desperate, the bond between them thrumming like a frantic heartbeat. Magic. Fear. Want. All tangled into one. Every instinct-demon, wolf, man, monster-rose to shield her, claim her, keep her. He lowered his head, breath brushing her temple, voice rough enough to bleed. "Ara... don't you dare fall." She sagged against him, breaths stuttering. His arms locked harder, as if the universe might try to tear her away. His dominance wrapped around her like fire. His arrogance collapsed into fear. Every truth stripped bare: She was his weakness. His want. His danger. His undoing. He dragged her closer, feeling each faint heartbeat slice into him. His breath shook against her skin. Everything inside him-instinct, power, soul-rose and wrapped around her, pulling her into the center of him, refusing to let go. Every thought. Every instinct. Every piece of him- coiled around her.

"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

I entered his office, fully aware that he would be angry. As I stepped inside, he shot me a dark look, clearly annoyed by my presence. He didn't throw me out right away, but stayed seated, a stack of papers in front of him. "Anthony, please. I've tried to reach out to you. If you could just hear me out. I regret everything, truly. You have no idea how sorry I am for my actions. I can change; just give me a chance to prove I'm not the bad person you think I am. Please," my voice sounded weak, but that's how I felt. Anthony remained still, not reacting at all, as if he hadn't heard me. "Leave," he ordered. "Please, just listen," I pleaded. "If you don't leave, someone will make you." He could be harsh and unkind. No matter how many times I sought his forgiveness, he wouldn't budge. Once, I even knelt down, a moment I wish I could forget. He walked away, leaving me there. That was when I realized how cruel he could be. He never physically harmed me, but I don't think he needed to. After the wedding and what he found out, he never touched me again.

My body was pressed against his hard slack and colliding underneath the agonizing tension, he lowered his mouth to mine and his tongue darted to run across my bottom lip. My core throbbed under his touch and my thighs clenched hard when he thrusted his hard on against my body. He then leaned to kiss me, long and angered, forcing for the tears beneath my closed lids to burn like acid. His teeth nicked my bottom lip and a cry of pain pushed through my throat. My nails clawed his forearms in retaliation but that never stopped his assault on my lips. He showed me how fucking vulnerable my body was beneath him and his words from the other night pricked my conscience. I assembled my guts and pushed his body back. I tried to step past him but he held my upper arm and pulled me back against the ropes. "Let go of me, Hades." My voice wavered. He stared down at me for a brief moment before releasing his hold and backed away. "Gladly." Hades D'amiano- vain, narcissistic and a lethal weapon. Mia Faye- seductive, assertive and a fatale lie. Secrets, love and betrayal to unfold