Novels by Sora

Enzo’s POVThe leather felt cold and heavy in my palm.I stood in the center of my bedroom, shirtless, breathing slowly. The city lights outside barely reached the darkness inside me. I gripped the whip tighter, jaw clenched.This pain was long overdue.I swung hard.The first crack of leather against my back sent fire across my skin. I didn’t stop.****Two years ago, Lila was my girlfriend.*We were genuinely happy. She was the only one who saw the man behind the mafia boss — the one who could make me laugh, who could silence the violence in my head. Everything felt right when she was with me.Then Sofia destroyed it all in one night.She drugged me and staged that entire scene. Lila walked in at the exact moment and saw Sofia all over me. The pain and betrayal in her eyes that night still haunted my every waking moment.After that, everything between us fell apart. Misunderstandings kept growing. Lila distanced herself completely. I tried to explain, but she wouldn’t listen. The tr

Enzo’s POVThe line went dead.I stood frozen in the middle of my dimly lit penthouse, phone still clutched tightly in my hand. Lila’s voice kept replaying in my mind — calm, determined, and distant. *"I need space… Real space."*No yelling. No accusations. Just a clear boundary. Somehow that made it hurt even more. She hadn’t shut the door on me forever, but the wall she had put up felt colder than outright rejection. I ran a hand through my hair and let out a long, heavy breath.I couldn’t sit still. Before my thoughts could drown me, I dialed Adrian.He picked up on the third ring. “Enzo. You good?”“Not really,” I admitted, walking toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city lights stretched out below like a sea of stars. “I just got off the phone with Lila. She asked for complete space — no calls, no flowers, no surprise visits. Nothing. She wants time to think everything through.”Adrian stayed quiet for a moment, then sighed. “You agreed?”“Of course I did. What choice did

Lila’s POVI finally reached home after dropping Elena back. The mansion felt unusually quiet today. I changed into comfortable clothes, made myself a strong cup of coffee, and sat down at my desk. For the next three hours, I finished all my pending work — replying to emails, checking reports, and clearing every single task that had piled up. Only when my mind was completely free did I pick up my phone.It was time.I dialed Enzo’s number. My heart beat faster with every ring. He answered on the second ring.“Lila?” His voice was deep, warm, and filled with hope.I took a deep breath. “Enzo… I thought about everything you said. About Sofia, that night, and all your apologies.”There was silence on the other side. I continued before he could speak.“I need space. Real space. No more flowers, no surprise visits, no calls every day, nothing. I need time to think clearly without any pressure. If what you’re saying is true, then prove it by respecting what I’m asking right now.”A few sec

Elena’s POVI stared at Lila, my arms still crossed tightly over my chest. The ropes were gone, but the anger in my body hadn’t faded even a little.“You met Enzo,” I repeated flatly. “That’s what this whole kidnapping drama is about?”Lila nodded, looking exhausted. She pulled a chair closer and sat down in front of me, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.“I didn’t plan to do it like this,” she said quietly. “But I needed to talk to you alone.”I raised an eyebrow. “So you had me tied to a chair? Really classy, Lila.”Lila winced, then gave a small, sheepish smile. “Oh come on… it’s just me playing with you. You also did it first, remember? Now forget that thing.”I narrowed my eyes but let it go for now.Lila took a deep breath and started talking.“I ran into him two weeks ago. Completely by accident. I was at a café in the city, and he just… appeared. He looked different. Tired. Broken, almost. He begged me to sit down and hear him out. I almost walked away, but something in h

Elena’s POV Three days after the engagement party, I was rushing through my parents’ house like a storm, backpack slung over one shoulder and suitcase rolling behind me. “Mom, have you seen my charger?” I called out, checking under the couch cushions for the third time. “You’re going to miss your flight if you don’t hurry!” Mom shouted from the kitchen, sounding more panicked than me. Dad stood near the door, arms crossed, watching me with that familiar mix of worry and reluctance. “You really have to leave so soon? Work couldn’t wait a few more days?” “I wish it could,” I said, finally spotting the charger and stuffing it into my bag. “But I’ve already postponed too much. I need to go back.” Mom came out wiping her hands on a towel, eyes a little misty. “Call us the moment you land, okay? And tell Adrian to take care of you.” “I will.” I hugged her tightly, then turned to Dad. He pulled me into a firm hug, holding on a second longer than usual. “Be safe,” he muttere

Adrian’s POVI had seen Elena in expensive dresses before, but tonight felt different in a way I could not quite explain without sounding like a fool.Maybe it was the color. A soft champagne shade that seemed to catch the light every time she moved, warm and delicate and somehow still impossible to ignore. Maybe it was the way the dress fit her so perfectly, fitted through the waist and falling in graceful layers that made her look like she had stepped out of something far too beautiful to be real. Or maybe it was simply Elena herself, because she had that effect on me whether she was wearing silk, anger, or one of those stubborn little expressions that usually meant she was about to say something sharp.Tonight, though, she looked breathtaking.Not in the empty way people used that word when they wanted to sound poetic. I mean breathtaking in the truest sense of it. The kind that actually made my chest tighten for a second and reminded me, very inconveniently, that I was still ca

Eighteen months had passed since that stormy night in the cabin.Life had changed in ways I could never have imagined. The three of us now lived in a sprawling lakeside mansion — the same area where the villa once stood, but now it was our home. And in the middle of all this love and chaos were our twin boys — Aiden and Ethan. Six months old, with Noah’s striking blue eyes and Marcus’s strong features. No one knew whose biological sons they were, and none of us cared. They belonged to all three of us.It was a peaceful Sunday evening. Golden sunlight poured through the tall windows of the nursery. I sat on the soft carpet, laughing as Aiden tried to grab my fingers while Ethan kicked his tiny legs excitedly beside him.“You two are going to be troublemakers just like your daddies,” I cooed, leaning down to kiss their chubby cheeks.The door opened softly. Noah and Marcus stepped in, still in their shirts from work, sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the powerful, devastating men w

Sunlight danced across the lake, casting a golden glow over the infinity pool. I woke up slowly, my body deliciously sore and marked from the night before. Strong arms were wrapped around me — Noah on my left, Marcus on my right. Their warmth surrounded me completely.“Morning, beautiful,” Noah murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. His fingers gently stroked my hair.Marcus kissed the back of my neck, his touch surprisingly tender. “How do you feel?”“Sore… but good,” I whispered, blushing.They didn’t rush anything. Both men took care of me with surprising gentleness. They helped me shower, their hands soaping my body carefully, massaging the marks they had left. No roughness this morning — only slow, caring touches. Marcus even brushed my hair while Noah made coffee.Breakfast was served poolside on a large wooden table overlooking the lake. Fresh fruits, eggs, pancakes, and juice. I sat between them wearing only a soft silk robe. They fed me bites from their plates — Noa

The black SUV purred along the winding road as the sun dipped below the hills. I sat in the back between Noah and Marcus, wearing exactly what they had ordered — a short white sundress with nothing underneath. No bra, no panties. The cool AC kept brushing against my bare pussy, keeping me constantly wet.Marcus drove with one hand on the wheel, while Noah’s fingers lazily teased between my thighs the entire drive, never letting me cum. By the time we reached the private lakeside villa, I was trembling with need.The villa was breathtaking — modern luxury built right on the edge of a crystal lake. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls, a massive private infinity pool glowing with underwater lights, a steaming jacuzzi, and complete seclusion. As soon as the heavy wooden door shut behind us, the civilized mask disappeared completely.Noah grabbed me first. He spun me around and pinned me against the wall, his hand wrapping around my throat.“This weekend,” he growled, voice dark, “you don’t bel

Sunlight filtered through the cabin windows the next morning. The storm had finally passed, leaving behind a fresh, clean scent in the air and wet leaves glistening outside. I woke up tangled between two warm, hard bodies. Marcus’s arm was draped possessively over my waist, Noah’s face buried in my neck. My body ached deliciously — pussy still tender, ass slightly sore, skin marked with faint bruises and bite marks from last night’s raw surrender.I stirred and both men woke instantly, their hands already roaming over my naked curves.“Morning, beautiful,” Noah murmured, kissing my shoulder while his fingers lazily circled my nipple.Marcus’s deep voice rumbled from behind me. “Don’t get too comfortable. We need to get you home… but this isn’t ending here.”They helped me up. We showered together — their soapy hands exploring every inch of me under the hot water, teasing me until I was panting again. But they didn’t fuck me. They wanted me desperate for tonight.After a quick breakf

The words slipped from my lips like a dirty secret I could no longer cage. “Don’t stop.” The storm outside answered first — thunder cracking like a whip across the sky, rain hammering the cabin roof in a furious rhythm. Inside, the fireplace roared, casting flickering gold and shadow across our bodies. The air grew thick, charged, almost electric. Noah’s blue eyes darkened to stormy midnight. Marcus’s sharp gaze turned feral, like a predator who’d finally been given permission to devour. No more teasing. No more restraint. Noah moved like lightning. He grabbed my face with both hands and crushed his mouth to mine. His kiss was brutal, demanding — tongue thrusting deep, claiming every inch of my mouth while his hand shoved under the oversized t-shirt. Rough fingers found my soaked pussy instantly. He groaned into my mouth as two thick digits slid through my slick folds and pushed inside me without warning. “Fuck, Scarlett,” he rasped against my lips, pumping his fingers harder

The rain hammered down like it wanted to drown the world.I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white, as the wipers struggled against the heavy downpour. My name is Scarlett, 25 years old, and I was supposed to be at my best friend’s cabin for a relaxing weekend getaway. Instead, my car had broken down in the middle of nowhere — deep in the forested hills, miles from any town or cell signal.My phone was dead. The engine refused to start. And the storm showed no signs of stopping.I grabbed my small overnight bag, pulled my jacket over my head, and stepped out into the rain. My thin white blouse and jeans were soaked within seconds, clinging to my body as I ran toward the only light I could see — a small, old wooden cabin nestled among the trees.I knocked desperately on the heavy wooden door.It opened after a few seconds.Two men stood there.The first one was around 29, tall with messy dark hair, a sharp jawline, and striking blue eyes. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt

Third Person POVAria had not expected Paris to feel this alive. The hotel room had been beautiful, yes, but the real magic began once they stepped outside into the city itself. Everything looked softer here somehow. The streets seemed to glow even in ordinary daylight, the cafés looked like they belonged in a painting, and every corner had that effortless old-world charm that made her feel like she had walked into a dream she had no right to be in. She kept looking around like she was afraid the whole thing might vanish if she blinked too long. Damien walked beside her with his usual calm, one hand in his pocket, the other occasionally brushing the back of hers whenever they crossed the street or shifted through the crowd. He did not say much, but he did not need to. His quiet presence was enough. It made her feel safe in a city she barely knew and strangely proud to be seen standing beside him like this. Aria turned to him at one point, smiling brightly. “This place is even

Aria Pov I had been checking and rechecking my suitcase for the last twenty minutes even though I knew everything was packed perfectly. Passport, clothes, toiletries all in place. Still, I kept opening the bag, making sure nothing was missing. This trip felt too good to be true.Paris.Just the word made me smile like an idiot.I never thought I’d get this excited over a surprise trip, but Damien had a way of making even simple things feel special. The man who once treated feelings like an inconvenience had started remembering all my little preferences my favorite color, how I liked my tea, the dresses I felt pretty in. And now this. A whole trip to Paris, planned without me knowing a thing.I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the comfortable dress I’d chosen for the airport. It was elegant enough to make me feel good without being too much for travel. I caught my reflection and whispered to myself, “I’m actually going to Paris.”From behind me, Damien’s calm voice cam

Aria Pov I’d been waiting for Damien with that familiar mix of curiosity and annoyance building in my chest the kind only he managed to stir lately. Nothing with him was ever simple. He would walk into a room looking all controlled and detached, like nothing in the world could touch him, and then do something so unexpectedly thoughtful that it left me staring at him like I had no idea what game he was playing.Take today, for example.He had come to take me home himself.That alone was enough to make me suspicious.When I spotted him standing near the car, neat and composed as ever, I had to fight the urge to smile too obviously. He looked exactly like he always did when he was pretending nothing in the world could get under his skin. But I knew better now. I had started noticing the tiny things. The way his eyes found me a little too quickly. The way he watched me a second longer than necessary. The way he kept acting like he was not softening, when clearly he was.My bag was alre

Damien POV The house felt wrong the moment Aria left. Not quiet. Wrong. Quiet was something I had always liked. Quiet meant control, space, no unnecessary noise, no one demanding anything from me when my head was already full of work and numbers and problems that refused to stay solved. But this silence was different. It sat in the halls like a ghost, thick and unmoving, and every room seemed to remind me that she was not in it. I had not realized how much life she brought into this place until she was gone. A house could be expensive, polished, perfect in every corner, and still feel hollow enough to echo. I stood in the doorway of the bedroom after she left, watching the open closet, the half-zipped bag she had carried downstairs, the faint impression of her presence still clinging to the air. It was ridiculous, really, how quickly the room had changed. One small overnight bag missing from the floor, one sweater she had taken with her, and the entire space looked stripped

Aria POVThe house had gone quiet again after everything that happened, but it was not the same kind of quiet as before. Before, the silence had felt empty, like a place no one cared enough to fill. Now it felt heavy, like the walls themselves were still remembering Vaswani’s voice, Damien’s rage, the sound of breaking things and my own sobbing in the middle of it all. I had thought the worst part would be the attack itself, but the truth was that the hours after it were somehow harder. Once the fear settled, it left behind something uglier and far more exhausting shame, guilt, and the sick feeling that I had somehow allowed the whole thing to happen by letting him in at all.Damien had not left my side for long. He had cleaned up the blood on his knuckles, changed his shirt, and then returned to sit beside me on the bed like he was afraid I might vanish if he looked away. He kept checking on me in that quiet way of his, not crowding me, not forcing me to talk, but making sure I k

Aria POV "Don't fucking touch my wife, you filthy bastard!" Damien's voice cut through the air like a thunderclap, raw and seething with a fury I'd never heard from him before, each word driven home by another vicious punch. I stood there frozen in shock, watching Vaswani reel back against the couch, his arms flailing uselessly to shield himself while Damien kept coming relentlessly, face contorted in protective rage. Blood sprayed from Vaswani's nose and mouth, staining the rug beneath him as he crumpled to the floor, groaning weakly through busted lips. "How dare you come into my home and lay hands on her? I'll end you for this, you piece of shit!""Damien, stop!" My voice broke high and desperate, tears already streaming hot down my face as I threw myself forward, grabbing at his arm with both hands mid-swing. Vaswani lay there now, face unrecognizable a swollen mess of blood and bruises, barely conscious and wheezing through the carnage Damien had unleashed. But Damien's f