Best Bias Stories & Novels Collection

I woke up and my husband hated me. My daughter was afraid of me. Everyone said I caused the accident.

But I remember the truth. Marcus was driving, not me. When that truck hit us, I threw my body over Iris to protect her. Yet when I woke from three months in a coma, everyone believed I was the criminal.

To save Marcus's life, I donated my liver. Now my body runs on an artificial system while he ...

I'm Qiana.

On my eighteenth birthday, I had to walk home from the hospital by myself. I wasn't even fully recovered yet. My family? They were throwing a grand coming-of-age ceremony for my twin sister Stella.

Yes, "her" ceremony. Not "ours."

I've owed her since the day we were born—at least that's what my parents kept telling me. Because I "stole" her nutrition in the womb and made her weak and...

My husband Peter and I have been married for eight years. We went from passionate love to cold war, from mates to roommates.

Our six-year-old son Leo secretly signed us up for a marriage therapy show called "I Can Read Your Mind."

We thought it was a scam and didn't take it seriously.

Until Saturday morning, when the face in the mirror was Peter's!

We'd swapped bodies!

We contacted the show'...

I was six years old when Mom took my brother and me by the hand, leading us into a mansion that looked like a palace. She told us this was our new beginning, after all the hardships we'd been through. But no one warned me that this so-called better life would mean giving up everything I had.

My scholarships, my prom dress, even my Stanford acceptance letter—they all turned into bargaining chips j...

They shattered my art and labeled me "scholarship trash." When Willard, the MIT prodigy, dared to help gather the wreckage, I repaid him with cranberry juice all over his pristine jacket.
Now he's my forced art partner—all cold shoulders by daylight, but found in the studio at midnight, the scent of spray paint betraying his secret. So when the queen of our school tried to ruin my life again, he w...

Have you ever wondered what happens to a werewolf cast out by her own pack? I used to believe it meant death—pure and simple.

"Evira, stop playing the victim. You're nothing but a burden to this family." My father's parting words sliced into me like shards of ice, freezing the wound that never healed.

On that storm-lashed night, I curled up in the dim corner of a cave, my tainted blood burning l...

Tomorrow I was to marry the "suitable" good man—until my "deceased" first love, Fenrir, now the Alpha King, stormed in with his army on a thunderous night and tore my wedding dress to shreds before everyone.
Eight years ago, he promised under the moon to return and marry me. Eight years later, he gripped my chin and hissed, "From the moment you saved me, you were destined to be mine."
I hated him...

I used to believe marriage was love's happy ending, only to realize it was the gateway to my personal hell. Staring into the mirror, my hundred-thousand-dollar wedding dress wrapped around me like golden chains, binding me tight, while my father's tears silently screamed of the doom I couldn't outrun. "This is bigger than us," he choked out, his voice trembling, each syllable slicing into my heart...

On my twentieth birthday, I walked out of Boston Medical Center with a piece of paper that might as well have been my death certificate. "Stage IV pancreatic cancer. Three to six months, maybe less." The doctor's words were still ringing in my head.

You know what it's like to come home with news that's going to destroy everything, holding onto some stupid hope that maybe, just maybe, your family ...

My fiancé dumped me on his best friend like I was a piece of unwanted inventory.
"Her brain's broken. She doesn't remember you. You take care of her." — The most ironic line I've ever heard, right before I blacked out.
So, I, the infamous "Steel Rose" of the boxing world, decided to play along. I moved into his friend Jordan's—the billionaire's—penthouse and started acting like a scared little bun...

For nine years, I loved Jake, heir to the Steel Knights MC, like a fool—until I saw him tangled up with my own cousin in the garage… while she was carrying his child. They laughed at me, called me "just a mechanic," treated me like their loyal dog. But I'll show them—the most underestimated roses grow the sharpest thorns. From Texas to California, from a cast-out nobody to the underground racing q...

I was at my favorite artist's concert, phone up, recording the Kiss Cam segment. My boyfriend Mason said he was three hours away having dinner at his parents' house and couldn't make it, even sent me a selfie as proof.

Then the Kiss Cam found him.

On the giant screen, Mason wore the exact same gray vintage rock tee and black ripped jeans from his "family dinner photo," his arm around a blonde gi...

My best friend paid me 150k to make her playboy brother fall in love with me, then ditch him hard. Sounds perfect, right? But no one warned me about the way Jax Vanderbilt would look at me with those sincere eyes. No one told me my heart would ache this badly when I discovered the vulnerability beneath his icy exterior. Now I'm torn between his kisses and my lies... How do I choose between saving ...

When I was twenty, Samuel called off our engagement and chose Stella instead.

After the engagement party ended, he told me: "Stella saved my life once. Now her father wants to marry her off to that disgusting old man Harrison Burke. I can't just stand by and watch."

He said to give him three years to repay his debt of gratitude, and after three years he would come back to me.

Like a fool, I wai...

I believed in our love story. Then I uncovered the truth in the company books: my husband was funneling my money to his mistress. He was paying for her spa and a child that wasn't even his. He betrayed me in our own bed, then laughed in my face, calling her his "real family." Okay. Challenge accepted. I'll show him a real lesson in loss, using the very wealth and influence he desires. Mess with a ...

At the Rossini family gala, I clutched my wine glass, listening to Patrick chat with the senator's daughter about politics and business, without even the right to join their conversation. It wasn't until I overheard him in his study late that night calling me "just a plaything from peasant stock" that I realized how ridiculous my six years of devotion had been.

After fleeing to Los Angeles, I tho...

When my five-dollar harmonica sounded at the audition, the entire Nashville Music Academy laughed at the illiterate coffee shop waitress. Until legendary producer Samuel stood up trembling and said, "You're accepted."
Now I've become the music industry's most ironic joke—a musically illiterate genius who lied about graduating from Berklee. My stepsister Colleen holds all my secrets: my mother's me...

I once thought love meant hiding in the shadows, writing scripts for him, paying off his debts, content to be his "muse in the dark." Until that rainy night, when I heard him laughing with his new lover: "That fat pig? Just practice."
Howard Buckner, king of the media empire, offered me a contract at my most desperate: six months to transform me completely, in exchange for playing his fake fiancée...

I once believed our love was a fairy tale. Three years of secret devotion, countless vows whispered in the night—all shattered in an instant at that gala. I heard him laugh and tell others, "Just a plaything, like her social-climbing mother."
That stormy night, I fled in a torn gown, only to witness my mother collapse from a heart attack after seeing the video of my humiliation. But the true devas...

The Alaskan winds cut across my face like knives, but only one thought consumed me—why hadn't Madison shown up to get me? In ten years, my sister had never failed to be there.

Until I walked in on my brother-in-law tangled up with some blonde bitch, and my world shattered. "Fallen through ice in a blizzard"? What a goddamn lie. They cut open her eight-month pregnant belly to steal her baby—while ...

"Barren. Cursed. Worthless."
Those words from my mate still echoed as he tore our bond apart in front of everyone. Four years of humiliation. Four years thinking I was broken, while he was secretly popping fertility drugs when no one was looking.
The night they cast me out, I was dying, bleeding, utterly destroyed. My own mother hurled "cursed daughter" at my face before walking away forever.
But ...

I thought marrying New York's most brilliant surgeon meant I had the perfect life. Then at his birthday party, I overheard the whispers—"Dr. Morrison could've married anyone." Thirty-two candles flickered, highlighting how I, a restaurant owner's daughter, never belonged. And that "For the future little Morrisons" onesie? It tore open a wound that never healed.
Eight months ago, I lost my daughter...