Shadow Alasia

Shadow Alasia's Books and Stories

A Legacy of Lies, A Love Lost

Modern

5.0

My family called me a cold, controlling workaholic. My husband, my sister, even the brother I raised-they all lived in the architectural empire I built, yet they resented me for it. Then, the doctor gave me a few months to live. But before I could even process my own death sentence, my husband was already asking me to give up my only chance at survival-a spot in a life-saving trial-for my "sick" sister, Cayla. They took everything. My company, my fortune, my home. At a lavish party celebrating my "generosity," my own son looked me in the eye and told me he hated me. They praised my selflessness as they stripped me of my life's work. But I knew Cayla wasn't sick. I knew they were just waiting for me to die. So I smiled and gave them the perfect woman they always wanted. But my real gift wasn't my fortune or my life. It was the truth I left behind, a final act designed to trap them in a prison of guilt they could never escape.

The Nanny’s Vengeance, A New Life

Modern

5.0

The grand hall buzzed, thick with the scent of champagne and success, a celebration for my son Liam' s tech company going public. My heart swelled with fierce pride, eighteen years of sacrifice culminating in this moment. Then, the main doors swung open, and I saw her: Olivia, my best friend, whom I' d watched die eighteen years ago, right after giving birth. Beside her stood Mark, my ex-fiancé, who' d abandoned me weeks before our wedding. They walked towards the stage like they owned it, and Liam, my son, beamed. "Please welcome my mother, Olivia Hayes, and her husband, Mark Johnson!" My mother. The words punched me. I watched, frozen, as Olivia embraced Liam on stage. "Some of you may know Susan Miller," Olivia announced, pointing directly at me as cameras flashed. "We faked my death and gave her our son to raise, to see if she would sacrifice everything for him. And she did!" Laughter rippled through the crowd, a grotesque mockery of my life. Mark added, "Now, the test is over. It' s time for our son to come home, to his real family." My eyes darted to Liam. No warmth, no love, only cool, dismissive pity. "Thank you for everything, Susan. You were a great nanny. But it' s time for me to be with my real parents." Nanny. Eighteen years of lullabies, scraped knees, and unwavering love reduced to a job title. The betrayal ripped through me, stealing my breath, and I collapsed into darkness. Then, the sharp, antiseptic smell of a hospital. The rhythmic beep of a machine. I was back. Back on the day Olivia gave birth. The day my life was stolen.

Accused Heiress: A Public Betrayal

Modern

5.0

My parents sat across from me on a live TV court show, their faces a mask of practiced sorrow for the cameras. They publicly condemned me as a thief and a heartless daughter, accusing me of abandoning them after my father's "accident" and demanding my entire inheritance. The scrolling comments behind them called me a "MONSTER." My mother cried fake tears while my cousin, Karsyn, offered her a comforting hand, her eyes glinting with triumph. They painted a picture of a family on the brink of ruin, all because of my supposed selfishness. They looked at me as if I were something rotten, and a familiar ache filled my chest. Why did my own family hate me so much? But this was a show designed to break me. When the host asked for my plea, I met the camera's gaze. "Not guilty," I stated clearly. "And I request the court use the memory retrieval device."

The Alpha's Regret: Chasing His Runaway Mate

Werewolf

5.0

"Put it on," my stepbrother Brendan commanded, his eyes cold. He was forcing me to wear the silver bracelet his fiancée, Chloie, had bought to mock me. "It will burn me," I pleaded, clutching my wrist. "Stop acting like a fragile human," he snapped, his Alpha tone vibrating through the room. "Do not be ungrateful to your future Luna. Build a tolerance." Under the weight of his command, my trembling hands clasped the metal. The smell of singed hair and cooking skin filled the air immediately as the silver seared a ring into my flesh. Brendan watched my agony without a flicker of remorse, then turned to leave with Chloie, leaving me sobbing on the floor. He was my fated Mate, the boy who once took a dagger for me, but now he called me a "defect" because I hadn't shifted. He destroyed my childhood treasures in a trash compactor, paraded his lover in front of me, and told the pack I was a diluted bloodline who would break under pressure. He thought I was trapped, a weak Omega with nowhere to go. He thought I would stay and watch him marry another woman in three days. But he didn't know I had a secret burner phone hidden under the floorboards. Or that my biological father, the Alpha King of the rival Sunfire Pack, was sending a private jet for me. On the night of the Blood Moon, right before he was crowned King, I didn't just run away. I mentally grabbed the silver cord connecting our souls and snapped it. When the crushing pain of the severed bond hit him in the middle of his speech, he finally looked for me. But I was already gone, ready to awaken the legendary White Wolf he never deserved.

My Ex-Husband's Regret, My New Beginning

Modern

5.0

For ten years, I poured my family's fortune and my entire life into building my husband, Corbin, into an architectural star. I was the perfect wife, the silent partner behind his success. Then, on our anniversary, he brought his "muse," Kallie, and publicly humiliated me for her. He let her stain my Porsche, then brought her to our home. I found her in my bedroom, wearing my clothes, after she'd broken our wedding photo. He screamed at me, demanding I apologize to her. He called me materialistic and cruel, the very man whose lavish life I had single-handedly funded. But the final straw wasn't even finding them in bed together. It was when his mistress cornered me, claiming she was pregnant to force me to let him go. I just smiled, signed the divorce papers, and booked a one-way ticket to Europe. It was time to reclaim the life he stole.

The Heiress's Vengeance: A Betrayed Heart

Modern

5.0

My boyfriend of eight years, Devin, proposed to another woman. I saw it on social media, my world shattering as I drove. The shock, the betrayal, and the secret life growing inside me sent a wave of pain through my body. Then, a flash of light, a violent crash. Karly, his new fiancée, had run me off the road. Bleeding and desperate, I called Devin for help, telling him I was losing our baby. His voice was cold. "What baby? You're being hysterical." In the background, I heard Karly laugh. "You were just a placeholder, a charity case. Consider the 'accident' a favor." Then the line went dead. But as I faded into darkness, a woman appeared at my bedside. "I'm Arlena Dickerson," she said. "And I'm your mother." Suddenly, I wasn't an orphan anymore. I was the sole heiress to one of New York's most powerful families, and the woman who stole my life, my love, and my child was about to learn what happens when you cross a Dickerson.

From Perfect Wife to Unseen Shadow

Romance

5.0

The flight back was five hours shorter than planned. I finished the project ahead of schedule, a rare win in the world of architecture. I planned to surprise my husband, David, who for ten years, no matter how late, would wait up for me. Instead, I found him with his assistant, Emily, who was pregnant with his child. Then I heard him casually telling his friends that I was "too delicate" for children, and he planned to trick me into raising his illegitimate child as our adopted one. My perfect marriage was a joke. Every gesture of his "love" became poison. On our anniversary, he left me at dinner to rush to Emily's side, while she taunted me with pictures of her matching "Love-ly" bracelet and her growing stomach. The humiliation was a physical thing, hot and suffocating. He thought my acceptance of his lies was fatigue. He thought his performance had convinced me. He thought he had everything: his wife, his mistress, his child, all neatly arranged. But he had no idea that in that moment, he had lost it all. I smiled, and made a decision. I would disappear from his life. But not before he paid for what he had done.

The Shattered Bond: A Fox Amulet's Ominous Sign

Modern

5.0

During exercise, I accidentally damaged the jade pendant my boyfriend gave me as a token of our love. He was furious and couldn't contain his anger. His terrifying expression was completely different from his usual self. And three days later was our wedding date. Caught in a dilemma, I reached out to a relationship host for advice. While two groups of viewers in the live chat were arguing about whether to [get married] or [break up], the host frowned at the screen: "[You should just run away; this isn't even a fox spirit jade pendant! In fact...]"