Novels by Noorie

Vuk Kael LaskovicDo you believe in love?Not the kind sung about in careless taverns or whispered between foolish youths who think longing is the same thing as devotion. I mean the kind of love that roots itself deep into your bones, that claws into your ribs and refuses to leave, the kind that makes the world feel smaller and sharper because one person suddenly becomes the center of everything you are.Like falling terribly in love with someone you can’t imagine a single second without them.The feeling is like a flower blooming beneath the first rays of morning sunlight—slow, warm, inevitable. Gentle at first… and then overwhelming before you even realize it has taken hold.Gods…I breathed out slowly, my chest rising and falling with quiet ease as I stared at the beautiful woman I had been fortunate enough to call mine.She stood at the center of the garden, her white hair catching the golden glow of the morning sun like strands of silver fire. The breeze moved softly around her,

Vuk Kael Laskovic “You were jealous…”Her voice carried that teasing softness I had come to recognize too well, the kind that always made something warm settle deep in my chest even when I tried to act unaffected.“No, I wasn’t,” I lied instantly, not even bothering to hide the stubborn edge in my tone.She chuckled softly at that, the sound low and warm, like she had already caught me in the lie before I even finished speaking. The mattress shifted slightly beneath her as she leaned closer, her eyes shining with quiet amusement while she studied my face like she was reading straight through me.“You can’t fool me,” she murmured, her fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns across my chest. “You were jealous.”“No,” I repeated again, firmer this time, though even I could hear the weakness hiding inside the denial.“Yes.”“No.”“Yes.”“No.”Her smile widened slowly, mischievous and knowing, the kind of smile that always made me feel exposed no matter how much control I pretended to have.I

Vuk Laskovic “Are you okay, my love?” I asked quietly as I pulled Maureen into my arms, holding her carefully as if she might still break apart if I loosened my grip. Her body leaned into mine without resistance, and for the first time since the chaos began, I allowed myself to breathe properly. The tremor in her shoulders had lessened, but not disappeared, and the memory of her screaming in darkness still burned behind my eyes like an open wound.She nodded faintly, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt as if grounding herself in something real. Her breathing had steadied, but the exhaustion clinging to her was obvious. Fear lingers long after danger passes, and what she endured tonight would not fade easily—not from memory, not from blood.“Please tell me you actually killed that bitch,” she said suddenly, her voice rough and hoarse, the anger barely masking the lingering fear beneath it.I let out a quiet breath and shook my head once.“No,” I replied calmly.Her head lif

Maureen Darkness swallowed everything around me so completely that it felt suffocating, thick and endless, pressing in from every direction until I couldn’t tell where the walls were, where the floor ended, or where danger waited. I had no sense of distance anymore—no shapes, no shadows, no certainty—just sound and breath and the terrifying realization that I was trapped inside a world that had gone silent and blind all at once. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, each beat loud enough to drown out reason, each breath scraping painfully through my chest as panic clawed its way upward.But beneath that panic—There was rage.Hot.Violent.Unforgiving.I had no idea what was happening around me, no idea where she stood or how close she was to my child, but Gods help me… I swore in that moment that if I survived this, if I got even one more chance to touch my babies again, I would kill Celeste with my bare hands if I had to.“Don’t you dare give her shit!!” I screamed hoarsely i

Celeste POV “No, Vuk, don’t listen to her—she already took my eyes!” Maureen screamed hoarsely behind me, her voice cracking under the weight of panic and desperation. Even blind, even trembling, she still tried to hold onto control, still tried to sway him before I could tighten the noose properly. I rolled my eyes slowly at her outburst, unimpressed, her frantic shouting doing nothing but adding noise to a situation that demanded precision.“Think carefully, Vuk…” I said calmly, lifting my hand just slightly, letting the invisible thread of magic tighten around Lauren’s small body. She rose higher into the air, her tiny limbs moving weakly as confusion stirred inside her fragile mind. Not crying yet—just startled, sensing danger without understanding it. “Lauren… or a tiny little blood offering. Your choice.”“And an oath,” I added quietly, tilting my head as I studied his face with slow calculation.Nyxara moved sharply beside him, her tail flicking with barely restrained rage, he

Celeste The moment the darkness swallowed her vision, I smiled—not the soft, polite smile I wore when pretending to be loyal, not the careful servant’s smile meant to earn trust—but something older, deeper, carved from years of waiting and swallowing humiliation. It spread slowly across my lips, deliberate and unhurried, the kind of smile that only comes when something long desired finally begins to unfold exactly as planned. I watched her carefully, savoring the delay between the magic taking hold and her mind catching up to what had just happened. That tiny pause… that fragile second before panic… it was exquisite.Her scream followed a heartbeat later, sharp and ragged, tearing violently through the air like glass shattering against stone. “I can’t see!” she cried, her voice breaking under the weight of raw terror as she twisted against the ropes binding her wrists. “Celeste—what did you do?! I can’t see anything!” The words spilled from her mouth in broken bursts, each syllable s

Don Vincenzo MarazonaThe taste of her still lingered on my tongue—sweet, desperate, addictive. Serafina’s broken moans and the dark hickey I’d sucked into her neck should have satisfied the beast for a while. They didn’t. Nothing did anymore. Not her trembling surrender, not the way her cunt had clenched around my fingers like she was already addicted to her own ruin. All it did was remind me how little time I had left to stamp my claim on everything before the rot in my chest finally won.I lit a cigarette in the dim glow of the lower office, the smoke curling like a noose around the tension in the room. Adriano Matteo stood before my desk, trying—fucking trying—to push another angle on me like I was some senile old fool counting down his last breaths.“So you think the leak was one of my own security guards?” I narrowed my eyes, inhaling deeply. The burn in my lungs felt like punishment.He nodded once, calm as ever. Dead-eyed bastard.I stood slowly, dropping the cigarette into

Don Vincenzo MarazonaA sharp cough tore from my chest, forcing me to grip the edge of the desk until my knuckles cracked. I pressed the handkerchief to my mouth, and when I pulled it away, the fresh red stain mocked me under the low light. Blood. Always that metallic fucking reminder that my body was betraying me faster than any enemy ever could.The same hereditary rot that killed my father. A weak man who wheezed his last breath in silk sheets while the family empire nearly crumbled around him. I refused to die the same way—pathetic and pitied. But the clock kept ticking louder, each heartbeat a mockery of the power I wielded.I crumpled the cloth and shoved it into the drawer, slamming it shut hard enough to rattle the wood.Serafina’s voice cut through the silence, soft and hesitant. “Are you okay? Do you need water?”I turned slowly, fixing her with a flat stare. She stood near the doorway, looking too fragile for the blood and shadows that clung to this house.“Your father must

Serafina De LucaThe morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.I stayed curled up on my side of the massive bed, the silk sheets tangled around my naked body, my thighs still sticky with the evidence of last night. Every time I shifted even slightly, a dull, delicious ache throbbed between my legs — a constant reminder that Vincenzo Marazona had been inside me. That he had taken my virginity, fucked me slow and deep, marked me with his cum and my own blood.Heat flooded my cheeks. I pulled the sheet higher, hiding my face like a coward.God… I had moaned his name. I had begged. I had come so hard I cried.And now he was right there, still in the room.His deep voice rumbled in Italian — low, commanding, speaking to someone on the phone. I didn’t understand most of it, only catching a few words here and there. Something about shipments. Something about Morgan. The tone was pure Don Vincenzo: cold, authoritative, dangerous. The same v

Adriano Matteo My name is Adriano Matteo, and I was forged in the filth of Naples’ slums — the kind of place where dreams go to die screaming. No father to teach me right from wrong. A mother who sold her body for heroin and eventually sold her soul along with it. By the time I turned fourteen, I was already running messages for the camorra. By seventeen, I had my first kill under my belt. By twenty, I understood that love was a luxury men like me couldn’t afford… until she came along. Isabella. The moment I saw her, something inside me cracked open. She was seventeen, all sharp eyes and sharper tongue, with a body that made men stupid and a hunger that matched my own. We didn’t fall in love — we crashed into each other like two starving animals. She’d ride my cock like she was trying to fuck her way out of poverty, nails raking down my chest, moaning my name while whispering the same promise against my lips every single time: “I won’t die poor, Adriano. I refuse to rot like this.”

Serafina De LucaHis mouth was on me.Vincenzo’s tongue dragged slowly, deliberately, up my soaked slit, hot and wet and impossibly skilled. My entire body jerked violently on the bed as a sharp, broken cry tore from my throat. I tried to close my thighs on instinct, but his strong hands gripped them harder, spreading me wide open like I belonged to him completely.“Oh God…” I whimpered, fingers twisting desperately into the silk sheets.He groaned against my pussy, the low, filthy sound vibrating straight through my core. “Fuck, you taste so sweet, Serafina. So fucking wet already. This virgin little cunt is dripping for me.”I was shaking uncontrollably. The wine had loosened something deep inside me, making everything feel warmer, more intense, more overwhelming… but it hadn’t erased the nerves. This was my first time. Everything. And the terrifying, ruthless man I’d been forced to marry had his face buried between my thighs, licking me like he was starving.He licked me again, slo

Don Vincenzo MarazonaDinner finally ended, but the tension in the room still felt like a loaded gun.Serafina had been drinking quietly for the last hour. Not enough to embarrass herself, but enough that her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink and her eyes had gone soft and glassy. Every time she lifted her glass, I watched the way her throat moved when she swallowed.Valentina caught my eye from across the table. She gave a small, almost imperceptible tilt of her head toward Serafina, then glanced toward the door. *Take her upstairs.*I stood without a word and offered my hand. Serafina took it immediately, a little unsteady as she rose. Her body swayed gently into mine.“We’re leaving,” I said quietly against her ear.She nodded, biting her lip. “Okay…”I didn’t bother saying goodnight to anyone. I simply led her out of the ballroom, one arm wrapped firmly around her waist to keep her steady. The hallway felt quieter than usual, the only sound being the soft click of her heels and he