Sunian Jinshi
11 Published Stories
Sunian Jinshi's Books and Stories
Claimed By My Possessive Billionaire Alpha Boss
Werewolf As a "wolfless" Omega at the absolute bottom of the pack hierarchy, my only goal was to build a safe, normal life with my fiancé, Dan.
That illusion shattered the day I came home early from work. I found Dan completely naked, tangled in my bedsheets with my cousin, Laura.
The suffocating stench of their betrayal polluted my home. Dan frantically tried to blame Laura, while she shrieked that they had been sleeping together for months. My sanctuary was destroyed. With no family to turn to, I fled into the night. Heartbroken and desperate for oblivion, I ended up in the office of my terrifying boss, Alpha Kane Cain. Fueled by whiskey and grief, I recklessly surrendered to him, signing a note consenting to whatever he wanted just to make the pain stop.
But the next morning, the blinding pleasure was replaced by pure terror. Kane hadn't pulled out. In our brutal world, an unmarked, wolfless Omega carrying an Alpha's child would be cast out and hunted. I panicked, begging him to let me leave, convinced I was just another disposable mistake.
Instead of letting me go, the ruthless Alpha's eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal possessiveness. He pulled out the note I had signed in my drunken haze.
"You gave me this power, little wolf," he growled, ordering his men to move my belongings to his estate. "Don't pretend you can take it back now." The Jilted Stray Is A Zillionaire Heiress
Billionaires Eloise was the adopted stray of the wealthy Foreman family, mocked daily for her tarot cards and dismissed as a mentally unstable burden.
When her adoptive father suddenly collapsed with thick, black veins pulsing up his neck, they didn't blame his corrupt real estate deals. They blamed her.
"She's a witch! She cursed me!" Mitch roared, ordering his doctor and armed guards to forcefully drain her blood to cure his supernatural toxin.
Her adoptive mother revoked her trust fund and threatened to drag her to a psych ward. Her spoiled sister threw a crumpled twenty-dollar bill at her feet, laughing as the security team cornered Eloise against the wall.
Eloise stared coldly at the family that had abused her for years. They had dug up a sacred burial ground to build condos, bringing this deadly curse upon themselves, yet they wanted to bleed her dry to survive.
Just as the guards lunged, the heavy oak doors were violently shoved open.
An aristocratic butler stepped through the freezing rain, flanked by elite operatives who snapped the guards' legs in seconds. He dropped a three-billion-dollar trust document onto the table as mere "compensation" for her shelter.
"Please, Miss Palmer," the butler bowed deeply, offering her pristine white gloves. "Do not dirty your hands in this place."
Leaving her adoptive father to his midnight death sentence, Eloise stepped into a waiting Rolls-Royce, ready to reclaim her place in a hidden global dynasty. The Jilted Heiress's Lethal Comeback
Modern Five years ago, Avery Knox was framed for manslaughter, betrayed by her powerful family, and disowned.
Now, she was a lethal black-ops commander known as "Wraith," operating deep in the shadows.
Her cold, disciplined world shattered when her emergency sat-phone rang for the first time in five years.
Her ten-year-old brother, Ethan, had been kidnapped by a ruthless trafficking syndicate.
Avery hijacked a military transport, slaughtered the traffickers in the jungle, and brought her terrified brother back to their hometown.
But the nightmare hadn't ended.
The moment she stepped into her childhood home, she found her cousin Jared—the very man who had helped send her to prison—pinning her mother to the couch, tearing at her clothes.
He was trying to force her mother to sign away the remains of their family company.
When Jared saw Avery, he wasn't afraid.
"You're a convicted felon. Who the hell let you back here?"
He threatened to tell the police she had kidnapped Ethan, and then lunged forward, trying to snap the little boy's neck right in front of her.
Avery looked at the cousin who had traded her freedom for his reputation.
She had spent five years surviving in hell, losing everything, while they lived in luxury.
How could their greed and cruelty still know no bounds?
The last shred of the helpless girl they once knew died completely.
Avery stepped forward and methodically shattered Jared's wrists and kneecaps, listening to his agonizing screams.
Then, she pulled out her encrypted phone and sent a single message to her strike team.
She wasn't just going to protect her family; she was going to wipe the entire Knox empire off the map. The Syndicate Heir Begs For My Love
Mafia I loved Julian Falcone for eighteen years.
He was the future Don of the Cosa Nostra—ruthless, calculating, and the only man who could dismantle an entire cartel with a single phone call. I was the daughter of his family's Consigliere, raised in his shadow, molded into the perfect mafia princess.
When his mother announced our betrothal at a syndicate dinner, I held my breath and looked across the table at him.
Julian turned his head. The look he fixed on me was one of profound, physical revulsion.
He dragged me to a club that night—not for a dinner, but to use me as a human shield against his mother's surveillance. He ignored me for hours while his crew laughed and drank. He gave my most treasured possession to another woman. He left me standing alone on a curb after his convoy drove away without me.
And on a mountain retreat, hidden behind the pines, I heard him tell his crew he was relieved to finally be rid of me.
So I took a pen to my university applications. I scored out the life I'd planned around him until the paper tore beneath the pressure.
I secretly enrolled at a local college—somewhere he would never set foot.
Three years later, I had built a fortress around my broken heart. A new life. A new name in circles he didn't control.
Then I discovered the truth.
Julian Falcone never went to his prestigious university. He spent thirty-six months at the exact campus I had abandoned—waiting for a ghost.
And now he's found me.
--- He Called Me Needy, Then Lost
Modern For seven years, I sacrificed my career to be the invisible woman behind my rising star boyfriend, August.
But on our anniversary, I watched him on a livestream, openly flirting with his co-star, Alana, while the internet hailed them as the perfect couple.
His fans sent me death threats, calling me "forgettable" and "unworthy." When I begged him for help, he called me "needy" and told me I was "overreacting."
Yet, when Alana faced the same online hate, he held a press conference, fiercely defending her as a "vulnerable artist."
The man who dismissed my suffering was now a champion against injustice for another woman. I realized he wasn't incapable of empathy; he just chose not to direct it at me.
I wasn't just forgettable. I was a fool. So I packed my bags, blocked his number, and booked a one-way ticket out of his life, ready to finally stop being invisible. Unmasking My Mafia Fiancé
Mafia My fiancé, a mafia Capo, promised the painkillers would help after the "car crash." It was a lie. The real accident was his temper, and I was his favorite punching bag.
In a medicated haze, I overheard the truth. He was on the phone with his consigliere, boasting about stealing my billion-dollar casino blueprint. He was going to use it to become Underboss.
He planned to propose, then use our world's code of silence to legally gag me from ever claiming my own work. His mistress, Olivia, would be the public face of the project.
The worst part was the truth about my miscarriage. It wasn't an accident. He and Olivia had orchestrated it, calling our baby a "complication" that would kill his ambition.
At a party, he proved it all. After shoving me to the ground in front of everyone, he walked away with her, leaving me in a heap of humiliation.
The love I had for him didn't just die; it turned into a cold, hard certainty. He had taken my work, my child, and my dignity.
So I sent him one last email: a file containing proof of every lie, every betrayal, and a video of his abuse. The subject line read: "My Wedding Gift." Then I boarded a one-way flight to New York to partner with the one man he truly feared. This wasn't a breakup. It was war. Strawberry Shame, Billionaire's Revenge
Billionaires The box arrived on Valentine's Day, filled not with chocolates, but with used, strawberry-flavored condoms – a twisted message from my fiancé, Ethan Vance.
For three years, I, Sarah, the rightful Miller heiress, endured his mockery and Chloe Peterson's manipulative presence, all while my tech billionaire grandfather insisted I choose an heir from four men who only ever loved Chloe.
This time, on our shared birthday, Chloe, feigning injury and tears, framed me for kidnapping within moments of arriving at our Aspen ski resort party, turning Ethan and the others against me, leaving me shivering and deserted in the freezing lodge.
Ethan, my supposed fiancé, ripped off my jacket to give to her, his eyes blazing with fury, as his friends-my so-called "chosen heirs"-circled like vultures, accusing me of cruelty and jealousy.
Left locked in the sub-zero night, my phone dead from the cold, I finally blew the emergency whistle Grandpa gave me, summoning my quiet bodyguard, Mark Davis, who arrived like a dark knight in shining armor.
"I said, take off your ski jacket."
I faced Ethan Vance, heart hardened. "I don't want you anymore."
Tonight, at the grand dinner, my new fiancé, Mark Davis, CEO of Skyward Holdings, will stand by my side as I reclaim my dignity.
He' ll watch as I expose Ethan and Chloe, turning their cruel games back on them, and watch as they lose everything.
This isn't just a birthday party anymore; it's a reckoning. Stolen Womb, Stolen Life
Romance Seven years. My marriage to Matthew Lester, the golden boy of Texas high society, was outwardly perfect.
I was even pregnant, finally giving his ecstatic parents the grandchild they longed for. I told myself I was happy.
Then, his phone lit up with a text from Nicole Lawrence, my high school rival. "Did you tell her yet?" the message read.
My blood ran cold as I scrolled up and saw Matthew's reply, "Not yet. Let her enjoy the pregnancy for a little while." Nicole' s next message ripped the air from my lungs: "It's my pregnancy too, Matt. My baby. I want to be the one to feel it kick."
The baby growing inside me wasn't mine. It was Matthew' s and Nicole' s, conceived via IVF, and I was merely a surrogate.
The man who supposedly saved me after my father' s tragic death had turned me into a vessel for his and my greatest betrayer' s child. My perfect life was a cage, and the truth made it crumble.
How could he? How could they? The horror of being used, violated, and utterly betrayed by the two people who had already shaped my darkest moments was unbearable.
Every act of kindness, every loving word, every shared dream was a calculated lie. My father' s death, my shattered past-it was all a setup.
But a cold resolve settled in. I wouldn't be a victim again.
I wouldn't break. I would play their game, then I would disappear, erase Stella Lester, and reclaim my life, whatever the cost. The Voice They Stole: A Vargas Reckoning
Romance I was Amelia "Mia" Vargas, the orphan girl who'd clawed her way to country music stardom, living out my fairytale as I prepared to get engaged to Nashville's golden boy, Jax Thorne, live on the CMA red carpet.
The flashbulbs popped, the crowd cheered, and my heart pounded with a future I thought was finally mine, a dream come true for the girl from nowhere.
Then, the nightmare literally burst onto the scene: Jax's ex-fiancée, Brooke Harrington, materialized, distraught.
He brazenly dropped my hand, embraced her, and publicly branded me an "opportunistic social climber" right before security wrestled me away like a discarded prop.
My world imploded.
My career was systematically obliterated—songs pulled from radio, venues canceled, my name tarnished beyond recognition.
But the ultimate blow came when Jax invaded my sanctuary, savagely smashing the vintage guitar that was my very soul.
As I desperately lunged to save it, he shoved me, and I fell.
My choked scream turned into a gurgle as my vocal cords ruptured, stealing the unique voice that defined me.
Not content with my silence, Brooke, with a cruel smirk, offered me a final, crushing humiliation: an internship, serving coffee to the man who'd ruthlessly taken absolutely everything.
I was broken, voiceless, stripped bare, and they thought I was utterly alone, a defeated footnote in their grand political ascent.
They thought they knew the orphan girl.
But they had no idea who they had truly crossed, or that the name Vargas held a horrifying, unspoken power. Ashes of Lily: A Mother's Fury
Billionaires As a geologist, I suffocated in my husband Jack Thorne's gilded cage. Our six-year-old, Lily, was my only joy amidst the fake smiles of a gala night.
Then, a simple juice spill on Tiffany Bellweather's couture gown – Jack's mistress-EA. Lily's accident turned chilling when Jack, enraged by her defiance, declared her punishment: abandonment in the brutal Nevada desert.
He drove her off, casually promising a "desert experience," complete with a drone feed for me. I watched my terrified daughter face scorpions, rattlesnakes, and scorching heat. This wasn't punishment; it was calculated torture.
The drone showed Lily, small and alone, whimpering. Jack was unmoved. Then Tiffany's poisoned confession: she orchestrated the spill. Jack simply sought an excuse to hurt me through our child. This calculated betrayal broke me, leaving me utterly helpless.
On screen, a rattlesnake bite. Jack ignored my pleas. Lily died. My world shattered. I vanished with her ashes, fueled by icy fury. My geological expertise, once dismissed, would become my ultimate weapon. Jack destroyed my life. I would dismantle his empire. You might like
Moon-Born Outcast: The Alpha's Broken Mate
Ghostly Mode Fear follows Alpha Samson wherever he goes. As the ruthless leader of the Blackthorn pack, he and his beast, Savage, bow to no one. But when a haunting scent leads him to a neighboring pack's dungeon, he finds his fated mate-bloody, broken, and chained to the wall.
Alora is a half-wolf, half-witch hybrid falsely accused and left to die. But her abusers made one fatal mistake: they touched the mate of a monster.
Rescued by the fierce Alpha, Alora begins a journey of healing that uncovers a lifetime of lies. She isn't just a survivor; she's a weapon. Together, Samson and Alora will unleash hell on those who wronged her, unearthing dark family secrets and claiming the crown that was stolen from her birth. His Defiant Mate: The Lycan King's Chosen Luna
MAINUMBY I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack.
He was thirty-two minutes late.
When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together.
Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor.
Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me.
The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there.
My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made.
When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name.
Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna.
I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient.
I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye.
But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak.
He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own.
"You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me."
Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow. The Alpha's Discarded Luna
Velvet Piston I was three months pregnant when the car hit me.
Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!"
Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away.
Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go.
Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child. Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract
Lila For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely. From Wolfless Omega To The Rival Alpha's Queen
Jun Shangye For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate.
But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world.
"Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly.
"The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit."
He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient."
I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth.
Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side.
The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg.
Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival. The Heir He Denied
zibya "I reject you," Alpha Damon sneered, looking down at the shivering Omega. "I need a Queen, not a servant."
Aria bowed her head and accepted her fate, but she took a secret with her when she fled into the night: the Alpha's heir growing in her womb.
Five years later, Aria returns to the city, no longer the weak girl who scrubbed floors. She is powerful, wealthy, and stunning. She thought she could hide from her past, but fate has a cruel sense of humor. Her new business partner is none other than Alpha Damon.
When Damon sees her, he realizes the mistake he made. He wants his mate back. But then he sees the little boy with his same grey eyes hiding behind her legs.
"Who is the child, Aria?" Damon growls, his possessiveness flaring.
Aria smiles coldly. "Someone you rejected." The Alpha King's Defiant Hidden Princess
Xiao Song Shu I died once before, framed for a murder that never happened.
I am Princess Fiona Avery of the Blackwood Pack, forced by my father into a political union with Bowen Mayer, heir to a powerful house. In my first life, my husband's mistress faked a pregnancy, accused me of pushing her into a lake, and watched as I was condemned as a murderer. I spent my final days in a mental ward, broken and drugged, until a lethal injection silenced me forever.
But the dead don't always stay dead.
I opened my eyes on the very day it all went wrong. My tea was still laced with sedative. My husband's footsteps were already pounding down the hall. His weeping mistress was ready to play her part.
This time, I don't beg. I don't cry. I don't kneel.
I summon the ruthless Gamma of the royal Shadow Guard. I demand the pack doctor examine his precious lover-right here, in front of everyone. I stake my life on a wager I know I cannot lose.
They think I'm still the weak, wolfless princess they once destroyed.
They have no idea what I've become. The Alpha's Greatest Regret: Losing His True Fated Mate
UNA KAIN My five-year-old brother was burning up with a deadly fever, so I begged my fated mate, the Alpha Heir, to let us see the pack doctor.
But he refused to even step out of his study. Instead, his cousin Elara falsely accused me of stealing a sapphire necklace.
My fated mate believed her lie without a second thought.
He looked at my dying brother with cold disgust, tossed me a bottle of cheap aspirin, and ordered the guards to throw me out.
"Stop making a scene. Your jealousy is becoming pathetic."
He shut the heavy oak door in my face, leaving us in the freezing hallway.
I held my brother's shivering body, realizing the boy who had promised to protect me ten years ago was completely gone.
For a decade, I had endured the pack's abuse and his family's cruelty, clinging to a one-sided mate bond while my brother suffered in a damp servant's room.
How could I have been so blind? How could I let my brother slowly die just to wait for a man who thought our lives were trivial?
My heart shattered, but the naive girl inside me died with it.
I sold my parents' last heirloom, packed a single bag, and escaped the pack territory in the middle of a thunderstorm.
When he finally tracked me down days later, trying to buy my return with a glittering diamond necklace, I didn't shed a single tear.
I looked him dead in the eye and spoke the words that would sever our souls forever.
"I, Aaliyah Hatfield, formally reject you as my fated mate." Fake Mating To My Ex's Powerful Enemy
Syliva.D All my life, I've been the backup daughter. My sister Beatrice got everything-love, attention, the golden child treatment.I got leftovers and reminders I wasn't good enough.
Until I discovered Niall,gorgeous Alpha from the neighboring pack,was my fated mate. Finally, my turn to be chosen.
God, I was naive.
Four years of engagement hell.Bleaching my hair to suit his tastes. Squeezing into tight dresses, playing his personal maid-only to hear I'd make a better servant than mate.
All because his heart belonged to my sister.
That night,I accidentally knocked over their picture frame. He slapped me. Hard. Said I'd never measure up to her.
So I slapped him back, tore up their photo, and accepted rejection.
I thought it was over. Until I caught them at the club, laughing about how pathetic my four years of trying had been. The whole engagement was their sick game.
Drunk and furious, I did something reckless with my mysterious neighbor. Alpha Hudson -face carved by gods, danger in every perfectly tailored line.
Most importantly, he's my ex's nemesis.
So? Best sex of my life.
I thought it was a one-night stand to forget.
Wrong Again.
He's richer than Niall, more powerful than my family, and infinitely more dangerous.
And he's not letting me go.
This time, I won't be anybody's second choice. 
/1/113679/coverorgin.jpg?v=d38acb6b9d571fa8905756b4edb03595&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/113825/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9b99554476de6c81f1885d4a54d7678&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/120558/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b9e85dceff776011056b06c05aaffb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/116769/coverorgin.jpg?v=45bc0c3ef7ca2b995a1a2dd4f565b4be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/103124/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c7fc2b0bfd345f28f126f29f6c7ec5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/97872/coverorgin.jpg?v=5dddeb9cf2505f5fc7743505b2424764&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/85766/coverorgin.jpg?v=ddc5622ed496779e6d483f062899de45&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/84408/coverorgin.jpg?v=0715e30f01ec1382171a5f1888de2eb5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/83421/coverorgin.jpg?v=fbdcbd6f2a36e55093fc993623df7f65&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/80847/coverorgin.jpg?v=d729d52416ba2d1a1d1f5512b7dd495d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/18654/coverorgin.jpg?v=e8c619245bd0e999218801f92d691a6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/115067/coverorgin.jpg?v=d7a571f62a77e3ac4f97094a49fd3c5c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/118699/coverorgin.jpg?v=e35095dbd944f6e8186414455ef44681&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/116346/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc707d664232738bccd522908874ab18&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/115644/coverorgin.jpg?v=138c0b223b105344446cc6a3dc88dbf9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/118257/coverorgin.jpg?v=18c7003c13a589a4a78df24d95753bab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/103057/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc9c98e979c52a66045d0d88fe688a63&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/120597/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd07b1ade4f88ed5782e85db314fd166&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/98470/coverorgin.jpg?v=1953bacd7d79f71d9cdbbf3fbed28349&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/120462/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d16287664de1e5d1054de030e20f871&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/95390/coverorgin.jpg?v=ddae153621e8df9f1854b3832a48b0a0&imageMogr2/format/webp)