Raqs E Junoon Novels & Stories

For five years of our marriage, Matthew Spark was my entire world. I abandoned my career, severed ties with my family, and molded myself into the perfect wife for him. I believed our love was unshakable, and that our marriage certificate was the ultimate proof of it. Until the day I saw him with my own eyes—holding another woman in his arms as he stepped into our home. “Ava, let me introduce you,” he said, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. “This is Sophie Spears, and her daughter, Ella. They’ll be living here from now on.” I froze. I had seen her face before—tucked in the drawer of his desk, in his wallet, even as the wallpaper on his phone. And in that instant, I realized the cruel truth: I was the unnecessary outsider. The interloper. The greater insult came when I confronted him. He calmly produced a marriage certificate—his and Sophie’s marriage was three months before ours. That was the moment I learned my marriage had been nothing but a farce. That I wasn’t even significant enough to be a mistress. And in that moment, I laughed. Oh, Matthew. Did you forget who the largest investor in Spark Enterprise was?

Celeste is a worrywart single mother who has a phobia about her past catching up on her. Her teenage son, Neil, is growing up so quickly, and at his phase, needs a father figure which she's unable to give to him. Running from her past, she ran into Nathan, a talented chef. A handsome hunk is an ex-marine planning to start his restaurant business putting his wonderful cooking craft into reality in Celeste's hometown. There Neil takes a liking and a fond attachment to Nathan leaving Celeste no choice but to admit there is more than just the chemistry between them and she wants him in her life as a friend, lover, father to her son, and most importantly a life partner. But all seemed impossible when an acquaintance from Celeste's past comes to hunt her putting the lives of the most treasured people in her life in danger. With reassurance, faith, and love Celeste discovers there's more to life than just being uptight and playing hard-to-get. Nathan was one who is made just for her.

Framed for infidelity on her wedding day, Leina Ashford is disowned by her parents and cast out of the family legacy. Unable to face the shame, and having nowhere else to go, Leina moves out of the country to Mexico. There she struggles to adapt to the new life. Until she meets Damien Moretti. He offers her marriage, and a new identity, in exchange for taking care of his daughter. This is a golden opportunity for Leina. Three years later, Leina is ready to return to New York. But this time she's not returning as the abandoned heiress. She's returning as the wife of the most influential man in the city. She's going to make all those who hurt her pay and pay hard.

When Alexander Smith stands in front of me and says he's going to marry someone else, that's when I realize he's been reborn too. I remember our 20 years of love in our past life. A plane crash. And then, rebirth. "This is to save Sophia," he says. "In our past life, she was sold to a Vostmark oligarch after her father's political scandal. Not long after, she took her own life due to abuse. I can't let that tragedy happen again, so I need to get engaged to her." As he speaks, he hands me an orange prescription bottle. "If you take this, you'll forget me for a little while. You won't feel the pain. It's just seven days. Once her father's scandal blows over, you'll stop the medication and your memory will return. Then I'll end the engagement and officially propose to you." I stare at the bottle, knowing it's a lie. Not the part about Sophia's suicide. The lie is about the drug. He thinks it only causes temporary memory loss. But I know better. The suppressant causes permanent damage to emotional memory. The seven-day countdown isn't the time it takes for my memories to return. It's the time it takes for my love for him to die.

My superior, who attains his position through connections, turns out to be the high school heartthrob I once pursued—Jack Montgomery. Back then, I gave up on studying literature despite being good at it to study science instead. As a result, my grade point average dropped from 3.9 to 2.1, and I ended up attending a community college. Jack, on the other hand, earned a Master's degree in business in Ezelia. He became the director of the investment management department at a company upon his return. He mocks me for being a lovesick fool who chose to study science for his sake and now has to work for him. His words successfully provoke me into action. I work as a low-level analyst while staying up late every day to prepare for the Graduate Management Admission Test. I plan to turn my life around with this, but I end up dropping dead from overwork. When I open my eyes again, I'm back at the critical moment of course selection in my sophomore year. This time, I decisively choose to study literature and kick that scumbag, Jack, aside. "Nobody is allowed to hinder my studies!" He claims that I'm playing hard to get, and all I think is that he's ill in the head. Let's see who gets the last laugh when I make it into the prestigious Hareford University!

What would you do if you were the only one of your kind left in the world? Would you hide at home and blend in with humans? Becca is determined to find other survivors like her, even though she knows that werewolves have been wiped out. After years of searching, she finally finds Jason, who is thrilled to meet another werewolf but thinks the idea of finding others or his mate is laughable. However, Becca convinces him to go on a journey with her, and they soon face unexpected challenges. Will they be able to find a pack and a peaceful home? Will the two strangers become friends, or their attraction is too strong to deny? And what if they find their mates at the end of their journey?

What happens when a billionaire meets a crazy girl? Azra isn't just a crazy girl, she's a biker bitch. Being raised with males, she adapted to their lifestyle... On a good day, She ran into trouble with another biker clan, a group of bad guys who wanted to vent their anger on her, but in her haste to escape, she saw a flashy car parked by the side of the road. She didn't think, she dragged the driver out, got into the car, and drove away. Good thing she's also good with cars. However, her relief was short-lived, she suddenly heard a cold voice from behind her. "Who the f*ck are you?" The car screeched to a halt. Her eyes widened, she turned immediately"You!" * * Meet Kian, A billionaire flirt. He returned from the state only to discover that his father found a bride for him. A girl he's never seen nor met. He doesn't know if she's pretty or not. What happens when he realizes that it's the same biker girl that challenged him? The girl who he's trying to resist...

She was only there to steal and nothing more, who would have thought she'd cross path with not just one but three Alphas who hated the very sight of her and wanted nothing but her head? Alpha's who wanted her dead... ... “You shouldn't have come back little mate.” he spat in disgust. His hand around her neck tightened more to the point where her breath began coming in short pants. Damn it! He was going to kill her! She panicked. “You have laid your terms. Now it's time for you to hear mine,” he growled throwing her to the ground as he walked out of the cell. “Bring her out!”

Emily's world comes crashing down when her uncle sells her into an arranged marriage to pay for his debts. Her uncle sends her to the remote mountain estate of Lord Rotterford. Hating her fiancee Emily escapes at the first opportunity. Once she escapes she quickly realizes that she is alone in the wilderness with no idea of where to go. While crossing a river to cover her tracks Emily finds an injured wolf cub locked in a cage. Freeing the wolf cub and helping him leads her to meeting her mate the Alpha King and the world of werewolves and hunters.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?