Fritz Heaney

Fritz Heaney's Books and Stories

From Rejected Omega to the Supreme White Wolf

Werewolf

4.3

I was dying at the banquet, coughing up black blood while the pack celebrated my step-sister Lydia’s promotion. Across the room, Caleb, the Alpha and my Fated Mate, didn't look concerned. He looked annoyed. "Stop it, Elena," his voice boomed in my head. "Don't ruin this night with your attention-seeking lies." I begged him, telling him it was poison, but he just ordered me to leave his Pack House so I wouldn't dirty the floor. Heartbroken, I publicly demanded the Severing Ceremony to break our bond and left to die alone in a cheap motel. Only after I took my last breath did the truth come out. I sent Caleb the medical records proving Lydia had been poisoning my tea with wolfsbane for ten years. He went mad with grief, realizing he had protected the murderer and rejected his true mate. He tortured Lydia, but his regret couldn't bring me back. Or so he thought. In the afterlife, the Moon Goddess showed me my reflection. I wasn't a wolfless weakling. I was a White Wolf, the rarest and most powerful of all, suppressed by poison. "You can stay here in peace," the Goddess said. "Or you can go back." I looked at the life they stole from me. I looked at the power I never got to use. "I want to go back," I said. "Not for his love. But for revenge." I opened my eyes, and for the first time in my life, my wolf roared.

The Soufflé of Sweet Revenge

Modern

5.0

I spent seven years sacrificing my own culinary dreams for my boyfriend, Collin. For our fifth anniversary, I baked his favorite soufflé and waited for him to come home to the romantic dinner I' d prepared. He never showed. Instead, a video surfaced online of him at a party with his rival chef, Frankie. He was laughing as he mocked me to a crowd. "Emma's probably at home crying into her pathetic little soufflé," he slurred. The next morning, he tried to apologize with a "make-up gift." It was a cheap silver necklace, an exact copy of one Frankie always wears. He' d forgotten I'm allergic to silver. In seven years, he never even learned that about me. I wasn't his partner; I was just a dress rehearsal for the woman he really wanted. I packed my bags and flew home to Chicago. When Collin texted, demanding to know what "stupid designer bag" I wanted to make things right, I sent my final reply. "I'm engaged. And trust me, he's everything you're not."

Betrayed By His Cruel Lies

Romance

5.0

I finally picked out the perfect gift for Jake, a vintage watch, for our third anniversary. I believed he loved me unconditionally, despite his busy schedule and our private relationship. But that night, at our favorite restaurant, I overheard his voice from the booth next to mine. He called me a "dog" and laughed, telling his friend that he' d never marry me. He was marrying heiress Chloe Peterson; it was "good for business." The words shattered me. He had bought me love and a career, only to discard me. I was publicly shamed, my career destroyed by his blacklisting and Chloe' s malicious smear campaigns. I went from a rising actress to an unemployable pariah, even my agent believed I was a gold-digger. I couldn' t understand how the man who once whispered sweet nothings could turn me into a cruel joke overnight. What had I meant to him? Was I truly just a plaything, easily replaced by a better "investment" ? Just as I felt completely defeated, an anonymous invitation to a high-society gala with a cryptic note: "Your enemies will be there. You should be too. Sometimes the only way out is through," ignited a fierce resolve in me. I would prove them all wrong.

The Betrayal at West Point

Modern

5.0

The suffocating darkness of the barracks was my constant companion, a heavy blanket of dread thick with the smell of sweat and fear. Every whispered threat, every sneer from Caleb Blakely, my squad leader, was a reminder of the impossible secret I carried. I wasn't "Matthew Johns," a plebe at West Point; I was Molly, a woman masquerading as my injured brother, desperately clinging to his scholarship to save my family from financial ruin. Then came the night in the communal showers. A broken water main meant no privacy, nowhere to hide my true identity from fifty other men. Caleb had me cornered, his cruel smile promising public humiliation and the end of my impossible dream. I pictured the headlines, the disgrace, my family' s hope shattering before my eyes. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a frantic plea for an escape that didn't exist. Just as panic threatened to overwhelm me, a defiant spark ignited. I couldn't let him win. I couldn't let him break me. My voice, surprisingly steady, cut through the night: "I have a proposal for you, Sir. A bet." I challenged him to West Point's most brutal endurance course, the "Recondo," wagering my entire future on a desperate gamble. Either I finished, and he' d keep my secret, or I' d publicly expose myself and surrender everything. This was my last stand, my only shot to reclaim control and prove that even a scrawny plebe could fight back.

The Fifty Million Dollar Secret

Billionaires

5.0

I just won fifty million dollars, enough to finally shed my quiet librarian life and embrace true freedom. Bursting with generosity and eager to share the news, I rushed back to my childhood home, the beautiful house my deceased mother had left to me. But instead of a warm welcome, my stepbrother and his pregnant girlfriend treated me like a parasitic squatter, demanding rent and arrogantly claiming my house was theirs. Then, my world truly shattered when I overheard my stepmother hiss about "getting rid of the problem" – me – with the same slow-acting "supplements" they'd used on my mother, whose fatal "accident" was, in fact, a calculated murder. My own father, complicit in my mother's death and now mine, was poisoning me daily. The naive Chloe died in that musty basement; a cold, calculating survivor emerged, armed with fifty million dollars to expose their deadly conspiracy and ensure justice for my mother and myself.

The Discarded Heir: A Self-Made Empire

Billionaires

5.0

Prologue: Echoes of a Shattered Past, Seeds of a New Beginning Ethan Miller dedicated his life to his beloved wife, Isabelle, and the Montgomery industrial empire, believing he was building a shared future. Then, in his sixties, his world crumbled: Isabelle, with cold eyes, confessed their Ivy League son wasn't his, but his rival Liam' s. Decades of unwavering loyalty and sacrifice were shattered, the betrayal so crushing it literally killed him. But death was not the end. He woke up younger, back on the very day his arranged future with Isabelle was about to be sealed. The cold animosity in her eyes confirmed his worst fear: she remembered their past life too. Refusing to relive the heartbreak, Ethan chose a different path, pulling out of the Montgomery family entirely. His choice only fueled Liam' s malicious glee, who orchestrated a public spectacle. Stripped of every possession, Ethan was forced to cycle away from the mansion on a rusty old bike, his humiliation broadcast to the entire city. How could such profound devotion lead to such public disgrace, twice? Was he destined to suffer under Isabelle's shadow forever? Just as despair threatened to consume him, a sleek black Maybach materialized, offering an unexpected lifeline from a New York titan of industry. This time, Ethan Miller vowed to reclaim his destiny and build an empire of his own, leaving the specter of his past firmly behind him. Ethan Miller had dedicated his life to two things: Isabelle Montgomery and Montgomery Industries. He was the protégé, the one they said was brilliant, the one who would carry the family name forward even though he wasn't born with it. He married Isabelle, the love of his life, or so he thought. He poured his soul into the business, transforming it, making it a powerhouse in their Midwest city. Decades passed, filled with work, with a quiet devotion Isabelle rarely seemed to notice. Then, in their sixties, the world shattered. Isabelle stood before him, her eyes cold, a stranger. She wanted Liam Walker's name added to the Montgomery family foundation's main charter. Liam, the other protégé, the one who vanished years ago after a scandal, now "posthumously rehabilitated" in her mind. She wanted Liam's name to replace Ethan's. Then came the final blow. "Alex isn't your son, Ethan," she said, her voice flat. Their Ivy League son, the boy Ethan raised, was Liam's. Conceived before their marriage, a secret kept for a lifetime. Decades of lies, of a stolen life. The betrayal was a physical force, crushing his chest. Ethan Miller clutched his heart and fell. Darkness. Then, light. Confusion. He was younger. Much younger. He knew this day. The day the Montgomerys would formally announce Isabelle' s chosen husband. The day his first life truly began, and also, the day it was all a lie.

The Dice That Tamed A Tyrant

Billionaires

5.0

My dad and I always dreaded Christmas Eve at Uncle Tony’s mansion, a yearly spectacle of his over-the-top wealth, always making us feel small. Tony, owner of a modest pizzeria chain, never missed a chance to mock Dad's bus driver past or my "grease-monkey" mechanic job. This year, however, Tony’s arrogance reached a new low. He brazenly set up a high-stakes craps game, demanding $500 a throw, openly intending to publically humiliate his working-class family and assert his dominance. His cutting remarks about our "small wallets" and direct jabs at Dad’s sacrifices hit hard, watching my father shrink. Even my first few dice rolls, intentionally clumsy, led to quick losses, only intensifying Tony’s cruel mockery and predictions that I'd be "begging for bus fare home." The decades of quiet disrespect and open disdain for our honest lives boiled into an unbearable fury. Was family just a stage for his ego? This wasn't a game; it was an insult to everything we stood for. But as his taunts echoed, I remembered Sophia’s secret dice control lessons. Tonight, enough was enough. I stepped forward, voice steady, ready to use my hidden skill to make Uncle Tony pay—not just for tonight, but for years of casual cruelty.

The Senator's Unexpected Bride

Romance

5.0

My wedding day. Hundreds of guests, media vans outside. The Sterling family chapel, hushed, expectant. I was finally marrying Jackson Sterling, scion of a powerful political dynasty, the man I’d loved since childhood. It was meant to be my perfect happily ever after. Then he walked in. Not alone. A garish woman clinging to his arm, a wide, triumphant smirk on her face. "The wedding is off," Jackson announced, his voice steady. "I'm with Brandy now. We're leaving." My world shattered. Jilted at the altar, in front of everyone. The whispers rose, a tidal wave of shock, pity, and cruel amusement. I was Emilia Winston, the society joke. The humiliation was a physical ache. Jackson and his new "wife" continued to taunt, publicly disgracing me and demanding my inheritance, treating me like discarded property. How could the boy I adored become this arrogant, callous stranger? The endless insults, the blatant disrespect from him and his new flame. They sought to finish what they started, to grind me into dust and claim everything. I was left exposed, vulnerable, and furious. Just as I thought I was utterly ruined, a figure stepped forward: Senator Alexander Sterling, Jackson’s formidable uncle. He held out a document, his steady gaze meeting mine. "Perhaps you would consider marrying me instead?" A madness. Or a miraculous lifeline. I said yes. And that was just the beginning.