Novels by Mha Nitta

Bella's heart raced as she stepped into the grand master bedroom of the lavish mansion that was now her home. The sound of her heels clicking against the polished marble floor echoed through the spacious room. She could feel the weight of her husband's gaze upon her, his eyes burning with desire as he watched her every move. "Welcome home, my love," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. "I've been waiting for you." Bella smiled coyly, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. "I've missed you, darling. It's been a long day." Her husband, a powerful and influential man, had whisked her away to this secluded paradise mere hours after their lavish wedding ceremony. The entire world had been watching as they exchanged vows, their love story the talk of the town. But now, they were finally alone, and Bella could feel the intensity of her husband's passion. He strode towards her, his muscular frame towering over her petite figure. His hands reached out, gripping her waist possessively. "I've

Sony sauntered into the gym, her lithe body poured into a skintight dress that left little to the imagination. The garment hugged her every curve, from her ample breasts to her toned ass, leaving no doubt that she was the epitome of female perfection. As she moved through the room, every eye followed her, drawn to the mesmerizing sway of her hips and the tantalizing jiggle of her breasts with each step.Luky, her portly boyfriend, watched from the sidelines, a sense of unease gnawing at his gut. He knew Sony's body was a work of art, but he also knew that others would lust after what was his. His eyes darted to Subham, a tall, muscular gym regular who often trained with Sony. The man's gaze was locked on her, his eyes roving over her body with undisguised hunger.Sony approached the weightlifting area, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Subham stepped forward, a predatory smile spreading across his face. "Sony, looking stunning as always," he purred, his voice oozing with

Harry had always been a horny, feral young man, his insatiable appetite for sex never seeming to be fully satiated. At eighteen, he was a tall, athletic figure with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to undress every woman he looked at. His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones.Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.One evening, as Harry was lounging in the living room, his parents and Sirius were having drinks in the kitchen. The sound of their laughter and conversation drifted through the open door, but Harry's mind was elsewhere. He was thinking a

I was staying at my uncle's ex-wife Shahla's house for the weekend. She was a stunning woman, with curves that made my mouth water. I couldn't help but stare at her ample cleavage, barely contained by her low-cut tops. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't control my desire.After dinner, I offered to clean the dishes while Shahla retired upstairs. As I dried the last plate, I heard a soft moan from above. My curiosity piqued, I tiptoed up the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest. The door to her bedroom was slightly ajar, and I could see her silhouette through the crack.I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. Shahla was undressing, her back to the door. She slipped off her trousers, revealing a pair of lacy panties that hugged her round ass. My cock twitched in my pants as I watched her reach behind her back, unhooking her bra. The pink fabric fell away, and her tits spilled free, full and heavy.Shahla turned slightly, and I caught a glimpse of her hard nipples, begging to

The apartment felt empty without Mac. I missed his strong arms around me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck, his deep voice whispering naughty promises in my ear. It had been a long week since he left for his business trip, and I was aching for his touch.As I lay on our bed, naked and spread out, I imagined him walking through the door. I could almost feel his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve and dip. I arched my back, pressing my breasts together, as if he were right there watching me.The sound of the key turning in the lock made me gasp. I sat up quickly, my heart racing with anticipation. The door swung open and there he was, looking tired but still devastatingly handsome. His eyes locked with mine and I saw the hunger there, the same hunger that I felt."Hey, beautiful," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I missed you."I didn't bother with words. I simply opened my arms to him, inviting him to me. He didn't hesitate. He dropped his bag and crossed the ro

Willow lay back on the plush bed, her fiery red hair splayed across the white pillow like a halo. Her blue eyes sparkled with a playful gleam as she watched Harriet saunter towards her, a knowing smirk on her lips. The photographer's eyes roamed over Willow's slender form, appreciating every curve and dip of her body."Well, well, well. Look who's ready for her close-up," Harriet purred, her voice a sultry whisper. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Willow's hips with a suggestive wiggle.Willow let out a soft chuckle, her hands coming up to rest on Harriet's thighs. "Oh, I'm more than ready, darling. The question is, are you?"Harriet leaned down, her lips brushing against Willow's ear as she whispered, "Oh, I've been ready since the moment I saw you. You're like a work of art, Willow. I just want to capture every inch of you."Willow's breath hitched as Harriet's teeth grazed her earlobe. "Then what are you waiting for? I'm all yours."Harriet pulled back, her eyes dark with desir

She saw him before he saw her.And for a second, she almost forgot to breathe.He stood there like sin in a suit like fuck he looked impossibly composed, devastatingly handsome, the kind of man who could ruin someone with a glance and make it feel like an honor. The tailored black suit fit him like it was stitched directly onto his body, outlining the broad strength of his shoulders and the lean lines of his frame. The first two buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, exposing a faint edge of tan skin that made the look seem both deliberate and effortless.His dark hair was slightly tousled, not messy just enough to look touchable. His jawline was clean, sharp enough to cut glass, the kind sculptors could only dream of. And his eyes, those icy grey eyes, those stormy, unreadable eyes scanned the crowd with the kind of control that made people straighten just to be near him.There was something magnetic about Cassian Wolfe.A gravity that pulled at her even when she wanted to hat

And if Cassian found out before she was ready…The rain hadn’t stopped all night. It tapped softly against the window like it wanted to be let in.Zara sat on her couch with her laptop still open, the glow painting her face in cold light. Emilio’s voice came through her earbuds, tired but sharp.“Whoever texted you isn’t your average creep, Z. They used tech that costs more than your fake trust fund. I tried to trace it all I got was a dead end in Prague.”Zara leaned back, rubbing her temple. “So they don’t want to be found.”“No shit. You sure it’s not Wolfe?”She shook her head. “If it were Cassian, I’d already be in handcuffs.”Emilio exhaled loudly on the other end. “Then someone knows who you are. Someone real quiet, real deep. You want me to dig harder?”“Not yet.”He paused. “Zara… you’re walking straight into the place that destroyed your mom. Don’t pretend it doesn’t mess with your head.”Her eyes flicked toward the photo by her bed her and her mother, Marco Renzo, smiling t

Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, the sound echoing through the hallway. Each step was deliberate, her posture regal, her calm unnerving. She didn’t look back once she had the tingling of the two mean sharp gazes cutting through her skin but she didn't care When she reached the car, she exhaled slowly, her breath got a little shaky she was tensed because of the tension she has been in but had to keep a straight face, she smiled to her self base on the dangerous satisfaction of outmaneuvering Cassian Wolfe in his own game.She slid into the back seat of the car and opened her compact mirror. The reflection stared back at her composed yet her cheeks a little flushed and her hands trembled just slightly as she reapplied her lipstick. The color remained deep red gleaming under the sun light, a perfect symbol of everything she refused to suppress she knew she was dangerous and this red lipstick made it known. She smoothed her hair, letting it fall loose around her shou

“Mr Grey” Leo Grey closed the distance in smooth, deliberate strides. His hand extended toward her.“Ms. Moretti,” he said, his voice silk over steel. “An honor.”Zara let him take her hand. His grip was warm, practiced, the kind of touch that came from a man who knew he was watched wherever he went. He lifted her hand slowly, his gaze never leaving her face, and pressed his lips to the back of her palm.The kiss lingered just long enough to blur courtesy into something more dangerous.“You are,” Leo murmured, “even more striking than I expected.”A faint curve touched Zara’s lips, but her eyes stayed cool, unreadable. She had wanted his attention, needed it, for her plan and here it was.But before she could reply, the temperature in the room shifted.Cassian hadn’t moved a muscle. He stood a step behind her, shoulders squared, hands in his pockets. But the air around him changed, sharp as winter glass. His gaze was fixed on Leo, a stare that stripped away charm and burned straight t

The elevator chimed, and the glass doors whispered open.Zara stepped into his domain.Her heels struck the floor with an unhurried rhythm, every step a declaration. The dress she wore was deliberate: deep emerald silk that clung to her frame before falling loose at the knee, sleeveless but with a high collar that fastened at the throat like armor. A thin belt cinched her waist, gold catching the light each time she moved. It was elegance sharpened into strategy soft enough to draw eyes, strong enough to command them.And his eyes were waiting.Cassian Wolfe stood behind his desk, a figure carved from shadow and glass. His stare locked onto her the instant she entered—cold, cutting, hungry. The kind of look a predator gives prey just before deciding whether to pounce or wait.Zara met it head-on, refusing to drop her gaze.“Still staring like I’m a problem to solve?” she asked, voice smooth, edged.Cassian’s mouth curved faintly. “No. Like a problem I’ve already decided how to handle.

"I’m offering you a job.”She blinked.He smiled. Slow. Dangerous. “Executive assistant. High compensation. Full access. Proximity guaranteed.”Zara stared.“You want me under your nose?” she asked, voice dry.“I want you under control.”“That sounds like a threat.”“It’s an opportunity.”“To be your secretary?”“To see how long you can lie without slipping.”She stood, closing her file. “I’m not interested in playing games.”Cassian rose too, stepping around the table.“Who said anything about games?” he asked, stopping in front of her. “This isn’t about fun, Zara. It’s about leverage.”She didn’t move.“You’re dangerous,” he said softly. “And I want you where I can see you.”Her heart kicked harder.But she looked up and met his eyes with steel.“Fine,” she said. “But you’re not the only one watching.”She walked out without looking back.And Cassian Wolfe, the man who didn’t chase anyone, already knew:He wasn’t going to stop until she unraveled completely.The badge clipped to

~Sera’s POV~The sun hadn’t even risen when I rolled out of bed, heart already racing like I was mid-sprint.I’d slept maybe two hours. Maybe less. If you could call it sleep.I’d seen his eyes every time I closed mine.Not just glowing. Burning.Not just warning me to stay away. Begging me to.But that wasn’t the worst part.The worst part was the damn mark.I pulled up my sleeve again for the third time in five minutes.Still there.Faint, yes, but distinct. The shape of it was unmistakable now—a bite mark, soft and shallow, ringed in a gentle gold light like it was stitched beneath my skin. Not painful. Just… hot. Alive.I touched it. The heat pulsed in answer.Like it knew I was thinking about him.I jumped back from the mirror and forced a breath through gritted teeth.“You’re fine,” I muttered. “You’re fine. You’re not… whatever the hell this is.”I didn’t have time for this.Today was game day.First real match. Real stakes. Real pressure.And no matter what Dante’s glowy-eyed

Sera POV~“You don’t smell like a regular human,” he said finally. “You don’t smell like a wolf either. You’re something else.”The clipboard nearly slipped from my hands.I covered it with a sarcastic snort. “Cool. So now I’m a walking mystery. Add that to my resume.”Nico didn’t smile.He just walked away.And I stood there, pulse thudding behind my ears, replaying his words over and over.Something else.The dry-erase board squeaked as I drew out the zone entry diagram.Three arrows, red circles, two “X” marks, and a big blocky #17 in the neutral zone.The boys weren’t listening at first.Some of them were laughing behind gloves. Some were checking their phones under the bench. One guy in the corner was literally sniffing his protein shake like it offended him.And Blaze?Blaze was pretending to fall asleep—head tipped back, mouth slightly open, one hand dramatically resting on his chest like he’d fainted from boredom.I didn’t raise my voice.I just flicked the marker cap back on

Sera POV~“You don’t smell like a regular human,” he said finally. “You don’t smell like a wolf either. You’re something else.”The clipboard nearly slipped from my hands.I covered it with a sarcastic snort. “Cool. So now I’m a walking mystery. Add that to my resume.”Nico didn’t smile.He just walked away.And I stood there, pulse thudding behind my ears, replaying his words over and over.Something else.The dry-erase board squeaked as I drew out the zone entry diagram.Three arrows, red circles, two “X” marks, and a big blocky #17 in the neutral zone.The boys weren’t listening at first.Some of them were laughing behind gloves. Some were checking their phones under the bench. One guy in the corner was literally sniffing his protein shake like it offended him.And Blaze?Blaze was pretending to fall asleep—head tipped back, mouth slightly open, one hand dramatically resting on his chest like he’d fainted from boredom.I didn’t raise my voice.I just flicked the marker cap back on

Sera’s POV~The practice rink smelled like cold steel and chlorine-cleaned ice, and for once, I was glad for the sting in my nose. It grounded me. Gave me something real to focus on.I was early again—ridiculously early. Like “pretending-I-didn’t-accidentally-wake-up-thinking-about-him” early.Dante hadn’t shown up yet, and I told myself that was a good thing.He was probably in his own space. Doing broody-alpha stretches somewhere. Snarling at the sunrise. Snapping hockey sticks in half for fun.Whatever.I crouched near the bench, checking off gear inspections on the clipboard like it actually mattered that someone had left a helmet strap unfastened. Anything to keep my hands busy.“Wow,” a voice said behind me, voice rich with fake surprise. “She’s back.”I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.Blaze had that kind of voice—smooth, cocky, dipped in trouble.“Was kinda hoping yesterday scared you off,” he added, stepping around the bench to block my light.“I don’t scare eas

Sera POV~The air changed the moment I stepped out onto the sideline.I didn’t know how or why, but something about the rink felt different—charged, heavier. The crowd wasn’t there yet, the bleachers were still empty, and yet the tension in the space was louder than any cheering. Like something under the surface was vibrating, waiting to break. I wrapped my fingers tighter around the clipboard Coach Renner had handed me, not because I needed it but because it gave me something to hold onto. Something real. Something grounded.The team was already skating. Black and gray jerseys sliced across the ice like wolves let loose. Their speed was unreal. Their coordination, lethal. I’d worked with athletes before, but this? This wasn’t just discipline and training—it was instinct. It was raw, aggressive energy that moved like it was being pulled by some invisible thread through the ice. I stood there, eyes tracking the puck, the shifts, the rotation of the lines, and tried to look like I wasn’

~Sera’s POV~The Wolves Arena was colder than I expected.Not the kind of cold that made you shiver. No. This one snuck into your skin like it belonged there—sharp, sterile, impersonal. I tightened my grip on the strap of my duffel bag and stepped into the hallway, the sound of my boots echoing off the polished concrete floor.New city. New job. New version of me.No pressure.The corridor smelled like pine disinfectant and testosterone. Posters lined the walls—faces of men who ruled the pro-league like gods. Muscles, teeth, and confidence. One in particular caught my eye.Dante Kade.Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse.He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall.I wasn’t here to do either.I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it.