Novels by Novelty

The summer night in rural Texas was hot and sticky, the air thick with the smell of grass, dirt, and a faint hint of livestock.From the living room came the same familiar scene again — Mom turning Kai down with her usual excuse: “Not tonight, Kai. I’ve got a headache.” Right after, I heard Kai’s heavy, frustrated footsteps leaving the bedroom and heading toward the garage.I lay in bed with just a thin sheet over me, but I couldn’t sleep at all. My tight, wet little pussy was burning and itching like crazy. A steady stream of clear, slippery juices kept leaking out, soaking a small patch of the sheet beneath me.Heh. If Mom didn’t want it, there was no way I was letting that thick, tireless, monster cock go to waste.I’d been secretly watching Kai for months. Every time Mom rejected him, the massive bulge in his shorts would turn rock-hard, the head swelling up purple with thick veins popping out. Just the sight of it made my mouth water. Night after night, I’d lie in my room fingeri

We ran for the truck without looking back. Rain still lashed through the trees and the ground turned to pure mud under our boots. Gideon reached it first, ripped the passenger door open, and shoved me inside so hard I almost hit the far window. He climbed behind the wheel, slammed his door, and turned the key. The engine coughed once, then roared.Mud sprayed as the tires spun and caught. We tore away from the cabin just as the first of the horde spilled into the open. White eyes flashed in the rearview for a few seconds before the dark trees swallowed them.Gideon drove hard, both hands locked on the wheel. Blood still ran from the cut on his temple and the deeper claw marks on his arm kept dripping onto his thigh. Every few minutes his whole body jerked, shoulders locking, breath catching sharp in his throat.I reached across the seat and pressed my palm flat against his chest. The second my skin touched him through the wet shirt the worst of the jerking slowed.He didn’t look at me

I had already started packing when the door opened.I knew it was him before I even turned around. After a full year in this house I could feel Ryder the moment he stepped into a room. The air always changed. My hands stayed on the shirt I was folding even though my pulse had already started climbing.“You are not supposed to walk into my rooms without knocking,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “We agreed on that a long time ago.”He closed the door behind him and stood there for a moment, just looking at me. There was something different in his face tonight. Something heavier than the usual cold distance he wore like armour.“I came to see if you had started packing,” he said. “The final transfer will go through the day you leave. I wanted to make sure everything was in order.”I set the shirt down and turned to face him fully. “Everything is in order. Your first love is coming home in two weeks. The contract ends. I take the last of the money and I go. That was always the arrangeme

I lasted four more days before the rut fully took hold.Those days blurred together in heat and short temper and the constant grinding awareness of Kelvin’s scent moving through my house. I avoided the east wing. I took meetings in the outer buildings. I trained until my body shook and the wolf finally quieted enough for sleep. None of it worked for long. Every time I stepped back into the main house his presence was there, clean and controlled and impossible to ignore.On the fifth night I locked myself in the north wing and endured it alone.I did not go to him.I told myself that mattered.The nights were the worst. My wolf paced under my skin without rest, restless and focused on the single heartbeat it could track through the walls. I slept in fragments. I woke with his name in my mouth and crushed it before it could become sound. When the peak finally passed I stood under cold water until my hands turned numb and forced my breathing back into something steady.Afterward somethin

I hated the east wing the moment the door closed behind me.The rooms were large and cold and carefully emptied of anyone else’s scent. Fresh sheets. Clean surfaces. A bathroom that still smelled of bleach. It was the kind of space prepared for a guest who was not expected to stay long enough to matter. I set my suitcase down and locked the door, then stood in the middle of the floor listening to the silence of an Alpha’s house settle around me.My brother had looked smaller the last time I saw him. The treatments were working, but slowly, and slowly cost money I did not have. That was the only reason I had signed the contract. Two years of living under Ryder’s roof. Two years of sitting beside a man who looked at me like I was a temporary solution to a problem he refused to name. In exchange, the hospital would stop calling. My brother would keep breathing. That had to be enough.I unpacked without care. Clothes in the drawers. Toiletries in the bathroom. The single photograph I had

I had already decided before the lawyer finished speaking.The man across the desk kept talking about clauses and timelines and public appearances, but none of it mattered. I only needed one thing. Someone solid. Someone present. Someone who would stand beside me in every pack meeting and every cold formal dinner until Elias came back from wherever he had disappeared to.Two years. That was the longest I was willing to wait. If Elias returned before then, the contract ended. If he did not, I would reassess. Until that day, I needed a body in the empty space beside me so the other Alphas would stop circling like vultures.“The Beta has agreed,” the lawyer said carefully. “He requires full payment upfront. Half on signing, half after the first public appearance as your partner.”I nodded once. “Bring him in.”The door opened.Kelvin walked in like he already hated the room. Dark hair, sharp eyes, mouth set in a flat line. He did not lower his gaze the way most Betas did when facing an A

The sharp pain hit me in the middle of the night like a sudden wave. I gasped and sat up in bed, clutching my side. It started low in my back and spread around to my belly, tightening hard. I breathed through it, counting the seconds. Then another one came five minutes later but stronger.“Marcus…” I shook his shoulder. “It’s time. The baby is coming.”He woke up instantly, eyes wide. “Okay, okay, breathe. I’ve got the bag ready.” He jumped out of bed and helped me stand. My legs shook as another contraction hit. I leaned on him heavily while he grabbed the hospital bag and my phone.The drive to the hospital felt longer than usual. Every bump in the road made me wince, it felt like I had to scream. Marcus drove fast but carefully, one hand on the wheel and the other holding mine. “You’re doing great, princess. We’re almost there. Just keep breathing like they taught us.”At the hospital the nurses rushed to me and took me straight to the labor room. They checked me and said I was a

It had been four months since Marcus came back into my life. True to his word, he hadn’t left my side. He worked from home now so he could stay close. Still, every morning when I woke up, a small fear lingered in my chest — that today might be the day he disappears again. But he was always there.My bump was big now. Very visible. We were expecting our little bean any time soon. Marcus barely let me do anything around the house. He handled the cooking, cleaning, and even made sure I rested most of the day.Two weeks ago, David got married to his girlfriend. They left for their honeymoon right after. Before he went, he promised to visit once the baby arrived. He said he would be the godfather. I smiled when he said that. He had earned it.Two months ago, when Marcus went back to finalize the divorce with Esther, I was sure he wouldn’t return. But he kept checking on me through video calls every single day. Esther sent me some threatening messages during that time, but I ignored them al

The next day dragged on slowly. I went through my morning like a robot — shower, dress, eat a little, then head to the cafe for another shift. My body felt heavy but I pushed through the orders and cleaning. David texted me once to check in, but I kept my replies short. I didn’t mention Marcus. Not yet.By evening I was back home, exhausted. I changed into comfortable clothes and sat on the couch trying to rest. My chest started feeling tight. At first I thought it was just stress from the past few days. I stood up to get water but the tightness got worse. Sharp pain spread across my chest. I tried to breathe deeply but it felt like something was squeezing my lungs.I grabbed the table for support. My vision blurred at the edges. “Not now,” I muttered. The room started spinning. I took two shaky steps toward the door before my legs gave out. I fell to my knees, gasping for air. My heart pounded too fast, like it was trying to break out. I couldn’t get enough oxygen. Panic hit me hard.

“Princess, please open the door.”I woke up to Marcus’s voice. My neck hurt from sleeping against the wall all night. I thought he would have left by now, but he was still out there. I checked my phone. It was past 3 AM. I sat there rubbing my eyes and stretching my stiff back. My bump felt heavy after the long day at the funeral. I stood up slowly and walked to the door.I went ahead and opened itMarcus was leaning against the wall opposite. He looked worn out, with tired eyes and messy hair. He straightened up fast when he saw me. We just stared at each other for a few seconds without saying anything.“You’re still here,” I said.“I told you I wasn’t leaving.” He took one step closer. “Can I come in?”I moved aside and let him enter. Then I closed the door and locked it. The apartment felt too small with him standing there. I crossed my arms over my chest and stayed near the door.Marcus looked straight at my bump. It was showing clearly now under my loose t-shirt. “You’re really

Marcus stood at the door staring at me but I closed the door back and locked it. I didn’t want to say anything. I had too many questions in my head but I couldn’t stand looking at his face right now.“Go away! I don’t want to see you!” I shouted from inside. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it might jump out of my chest.So after everything, after months of silence, he decided to show up here. On what ground? Today of all days — the day I buried my mother. The nerve.“Lila please open the door,” he called, knocking again. The sound echoed through the apartment.“Go back! I don’t want to see your stupid face!” I screamed, pacing from the door to the couch and back, my hands shaking. Part of me wanted to call David and tell him to come back. He would handle this. But what would I even say? That Marcus is back and I don’t want him? Or that deep down I still wanted to open the door and run into his arms like nothing happened?I stopped in the middle of the room and pressed my b

Before we got to the venue, the sun had already set, leaving the sky a dark shade of grey that matched the heaviness in my chest.What surprised me was the number of people gathered there.I didn’t recognize most of them.Men in black suits. Women holding tissues. Some standing in small groups, whispering quietly, while others simply stared ahead in silence.For a moment, I just stood there, gripping the edge of David’s sleeve.I had never met my mom's coworkers before.I never really asked about her life outside our home.And now I was realizing just how much of her world I had never been part of.The thought made my chest tighten painfully.David stayed close beside me, not saying much, just silently supporting me as we walked inside.The hall was dimly lit. White flowers lined the entrance, their scent soft but suffocating. At the center of the room stood the coffin.I stopped breathing for a second.My legs almost gave out.David gently steadied me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off