Nina Brooks

Nina Brooks's Books and Stories

The Runaway Heiress Returns For Revenge

Modern

5.0

Adelina returned to New York after three years in exile, determined to take back her family's failing company. But the moment she landed, she ran into her ruthless ex-fiancé, Gage Evans. He was holding a supermodel who was wearing Adelina's own custom, exclusive perfume. He trapped Adelina in his car and threw a ten-million-dollar check at her, telling her to go back to Paris and give up her legacy. "This world will eat you alive. Take it." Adelina tore up the check. She crashed her company's board meeting, using a secret will to oust her corrupt stepfather and stepbrother. But they lured her into a deadly trap: she had to increase profits by ten percent in six months, or lose all her shares. Desperate for capital, Adelina pitched to the city's top venture capital firm, only to find Gage waiting in the office. He and his cousin publicly humiliated her, calling her "corporate poison" for running away from their wedding three years ago, and brutally rejected her proposal. Adelina was pushed to the absolute edge, mocked and cornered by the man who was actively erasing her identity. She didn't understand why Gage was so determined to destroy her, yet had quietly shielded her from a freezing rainstorm just a day before. What was his real game? Standing in the torrential rain, Adelina wiped her face and pulled out her phone. She unblocked a contact she hadn't touched in three years. It was time to call in a monster of her own.

The Unwanted Luna: Secret Heiress Of The White Wolf

Werewolf

5.0

I walked into my kitchen to find my husband's assistant wearing nothing but his white dress shirt. Jami sat on the granite counter, sipping coffee from my favorite mug. My husband, Dustin, stood next to her, smiling in a way he hadn't smiled at me in years. When they saw me, there was no shame. Instead, Jami sent a photo to my phone while sitting ten feet away. It was an ultrasound. "The Alpha's bloodline," the caption read. "Something you couldn't give him." I demanded an explanation, but Dustin only looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "She carries my heir, Eliana," he said, shielding her with his body. "You are barren and unstable. Go back to bed." When I refused, he used the Alpha Command to force me to my knees, humiliating me in my own home while his mistress watched with a triumphant smirk. He thought I was just a submissive wife. He thought I was trapped by the bond, acting as an endless battery for him to drain to keep his own volatile power in check. He conveniently forgot that before I was his Luna, I was the sole heiress to the David mining dynasty. He forgot that everything in this house—from the security system to the very foundation—was paid for with my money. I fought against the crushing weight of his command and forced myself to stand. "I reject you, Dustin Powell." As he collapsed in agony from the severed bond, I didn't help him. I picked up my phone and called my legal team. "I want it all gone," I ordered, staring at the horror on his face. "If I bought it, take it. Start with the mattress."

Betrayed By My Alpha, Awakened As The Luna

Werewolf

5.0

I was the Alpha’s fated mate, chosen for him by the Moon Goddess. I spent years loving him in secret, certain he would finally announce me as his Luna at the pack’s Ascension ceremony. Instead, he stood on the dais and presented another woman. I discovered he had used my own blood in a secret ritual to bind himself to her, a political marriage he had planned for months while whispering promises to me in the dark. In front of our entire pack, he publicly rejected me, a brutal act that shattered our sacred bond and tore my soul in two. He allowed his new bride to frame me for treason, destroy my home, and erase my history. He stood by while his warriors threw silver-laced stones at my head, then commanded me to kneel and apologize for a crime I didn’t commit. The man I would have died for broke me for power and ambition. Then he came to me in the ruins of my life and asked me to be his hidden mistress, his secret prize locked away from the world. I refused. I escaped his tyranny, rebuilt myself from the ashes, and found a new love with a true Alpha who saw my worth. I became a Luna in my own right, powerful and finally free. But my rejected mate’s obsession festered. A year later, he lured me into a trap. The last thing I remember is the sting of a needle in my neck and his chilling voice whispering, "It's time for us to go home."

His Thirty-Fourth Accidental Betrayal

Romance

5.0

My fiancé, the city's top surgeon, has always taken such good care of me. That's why our wedding has been postponed thirty-three times. Then, one night in the hospital, I overheard him talking to a friend. He confessed he was the one behind all thirty-three of my "accidents." He was in love with a new resident, Kalea, and couldn't bear to marry me out of family obligation. His cruelty escalated. When Kalea framed me for slapping her, he shoved me back onto my bed, calling me insane. When she faked a suicide attempt on a rooftop, he rushed to save her, letting me fall off the edge without a second glance. While I lay paralyzed in a hospital bed, he had my mother beaten in prison as punishment, and she died from her injuries. On the day of her funeral, he took Kalea to a concert. I was his fiancée. My father had sacrificed his career to save his. Our families had bound us together. Yet he destroyed my body, my mother, and my voice, all for a woman he'd just met. Finally, he let Kalea, the woman he loved, perform surgery on my throat, and she deliberately ruined my vocal cords, destroying my ability to ever sing again. When I woke up, voiceless and broken, and saw the triumphant smirk on her face, I finally understood. I snapped my SIM card, walked out of the hospital, and left everything behind. He had taken my voice, but he would not take the rest of my life.

Her Vengeance is a Silent Waltz

Romance

5.0

My sister was dying, and my husband, Alex, refused to let me see her. "Diamond's comfort is my priority," he said over the phone, his voice cold. "She's not comfortable with you there." Diamond. The woman who supposedly took a bullet for him. A debt he was repaying with my life. His repayment plan had already cost me my future. He stood by impassively as I was forced to sign sterilization papers, ensuring Diamond, who claimed the bullet had left her barren, would never have to see him have a child with another woman. They smeared my name in the press, painting me as an unstable addict whose "violent outburst" led to my sister's hospitalization. At the funeral they planned without me, they announced their plan to send me to a "facility" for my own good. The night before their wedding, he came home drunk. He grabbed me, his hands roaming my body in a grotesque parody of intimacy, and whispered her name. "Diamond." Something inside me finally shattered. I shoved him off me, screaming my own name. The next morning, Diamond stood on our doorstep, a triumphant smile on her face, calling me a barren, washed-up musician who couldn't even keep her own sister alive. Looking at them, the monster and his master, I felt nothing but a cold, clear resolve. I turned and walked away from the wreckage of my life. It was time to erase Erica Wade and build someone new. Someone who would burn their world to the ground.

The House That Holds Our Hearts

Horror

5.0

My podcast, "Crimson Echoes," was flatlining, desperate for a jolt of something real, something raw. Then the email landed: "The Blackwood Experience" – an exclusive, five-person weekend trapped in the notoriously haunted Blackwood Manor. I signed up instantly, picturing viral content, the ultimate professional coup. But the confirmation email already hinted at the unease: "Five participants. No more, no less. The gate will open once, and close once." I arrived at dusk, only to find four others – a Goth, a Tech CEO, a Gamer, and an Influencer – already there. Then, a sixth person, a clueless student named Mark, pedaled up on a beat-up bike, clueless about the exclusive invitation. Just as the chilling realization of an extra person sank in, the massive iron gate groaned shut behind us, locking with a deafening clang. We were trapped, not five, but six, and one of us was definitely not supposed to be here. Panic set in, but then came the voice, childish and clear, echoing throughout the now-lit up manor: "Welcome, playmates… Let's play a game. A game of hide-and-seek." My fellow captives scattered, desperate to hide, but the voice promised "punishment" for those found. The terrifying truth dawned on me as one by one, they were claimed, their deaths horrifying reflections of their deepest flaws, from the Influencer literally dissolving to the paranoid Gamer twisting into an impossible shape. I survived, found but spared, only to realize the ghost, Lillian, wasn' t just in the house; she was the house, hiding in every reflective surface, watching. I found her, I "won," and the spell broke, the house reverting to a ruin as a faint whisper confirmed my chilling victory. But that whisper became a scream in my memory: "You've won before, you know. It's just your first time remembering." My entire reality fractured; I wasn't a survivor, but a ghost myself, trapped in a loop, reliving this nightmare again and again. My memory was wiped clean the moment I stepped outside, the horror dissolving like smoke. A week later, I found myself inexplicably drawn back, my duffel bag with recording equipment forgotten, a friendly smile on my face. "Hi," I said to the five strangers gathered at the gate. "My name is Sarah. I'm a podcaster. I came here for the experience." The cycle, inevitably, began anew.

Beyond His Reach: The Girl He Cast Aside

Romance

5.0

My world revolved around Alex Thompson, the golden son of the family who took an orphan like me in. For years, my love for him was a secret hum, a quiet song played on the old piano, hoping he' d hear. But when I finally laid my heart bare, he looked at me with cold, distant pity. "Ava," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "You' re like a sister to me. Always." Then he declared his engagement to Chloe Vanderbilt, parading her around like a bright, sharp shield; each public display a fresh wound. Chloe mocked me openly, called me a "hand-me-down," and casually destroyed my last precious memento, my mother' s music box. And while Alex stood idly by, she maliciously framed me for attacking her. Then, his fist flashed. A searing pain erupted on my cheek as he slapped me. "You ungrateful brat!" he seethed, his eyes blazing with fury. That brutal blow extinguished the last dying ember of hope, replacing it with a cold, clear certainty: I had to leave. My love, my loyalty, my very existence had been treated as mere charity, a burdensome obligation, then crushed with cruel contempt. How could the boy who once swore to protect me become the man who struck me for another' s lie? It was over. So, I left. I walked out of that house, leaving behind the shattered pieces of my heart and a symbolic repayment for their "charity." I agreed to an arranged marriage with Noah Evans, a quiet tech mogul. Now, as his fiancée, I'm heading to New York to chase my music dreams, a life where Alex Thompson is nothing but a distant, bitter memory. He thinks he won, that I'll eventually come crawling back. He' s about to find out just how wrong he is.

The Day the Contract Ended, His World Crumbled

Romance

5.0

For five tireless years, Sarah Jenkins’ life revolved around Ethan Miller. She was his shadow, his silent caretaker, meticulously managing his expensive lifestyle, his meds, and his fragile mental state after his fiancée, Olivia Hayes, abandoned him. Sarah deferred her own dreams, trapped by a contract that covered her father’s escalating medical bills. Then, a bombshell: Olivia was back. Suddenly, the indifferent Ethan, who barely acknowledged Sarah’s existence, lit up, his world revolving solely around Olivia. Sarah, his contractual wife, watched as he dismissed her, even when she presented divorce papers, his only concern being the continued seamless functioning of his affairs. He treated her merely as a utility, expendable once his old obsession returned. Had her five years, her entire youth and ambition, been nothing more than a debt repaid to a man who saw her only as "services"? The crushing truth left her hollow, a ghost in a gilded cage. Was she forever destined to be invisible, a pawn in someone else’s drama? But then, a lifeline: a message from an old university friend offered a spare room in New York and the journalism gig she’d always dreamed of. Sarah Jenkins, the photojournalist, was finally reclaiming her narrative. It was time to leave, to find herself beyond the Miller mansion's suffocating walls.