Novels by NOKO

Charisse“Luna, in those three days that you two didn’t talk,” my Beta advised, “the Alpha has gone from bad to worse. He barely ate and slept, constantly pouring himself over work just to punish himself, and everyone is pulling shifts to keep up—.” I swivelled back, heaving in anguish. “That’s the part I don’t get, Betty!” I was about to cry again. “I’m not some marshmallow or candy floss! I won’t break easily! He said he wanted to treat me right—what does that even mean?!” “Luna—.” I showed my helpless hands. “Doesn’t treating someone right mean doing by that person’s request?! I already told him that I want him to be rough. I WANT HIM TO —!” “Luna!” Betty sideglanced to her right, hinting that the driver was listening. So I slumped back, crossed my arms and sulked harder. Then, Betty leaned closer, her voice lowered, “Maybe when this deal comes through I’ll book an appointment with the Alpha so you can break the good news to him?” “Pfft!” I glared at the headrest of the pas

Charisse “Seven fucking days,” the Alpha grunted, “brace yourself, my love. We’re gonna fuck—.” He fisted my hair to hold me in position then rammed his huge, throbbing shaft into my eager, wet pussy. “Seven days’ worth.”Over and over, his powerful phallus jabbed that exact spot, and my insides crashed wildly, pleasure ringing incessantly through my flesh. “Haah! Aah! Oh God!” Tears were gushing down, trickling off my swaying nipples. “God, it feels so—fucking—good!”“Good?” He thrust faster, stronger—his grunting deeper, hoarser, fiercer. “Then, come harder for me, my love.”SMACK, SMACK! And my butt cheeks bounced like ants on fire, a sharp jolt of sweet pain shot to my gasping throat. “Aah!” I shuddered hard, clenching even harder to keep the climax from coming. Not yet. I don't want this to end. But he wanted me to come, squeezing the round flesh of my butt like a handle and slamming my pussy brutally on his cock, so he drove deeper and harder—. I orgasmed in no time, clamp

CharisseHe was more dangerous than Val. I blinked and he was right in front of me. “Five,” he snarled. And his thick digits pushed in with my fingers. A sharp, thrilling pleasure sliced up my back, throwing my eyes wider, nearly yanking my eyeballs from their sockets, “Dorian!” My voice was so high, it could barely be heard in the human range. “Hah!” His fierce blue eyes were gripping me as tightly as his hand. “This is my size, remember?” He drew our fingers out and rammed them in, and another burst of pleasure exploded from my quivering lips. “No!” I squealed, the pleasure shaking in my flesh. “It’s much bigger!” And he grinned in satisfaction. “You fucking know how to please a man, don’t you?” He shoved our fingers in. “Dorian!” A wild rapture flung my head back, stretching my throat and chest up to his face, offering like a sacrifice. “Or are you saying that you only know how to please me?” That deep voice seemed to come from the dark and angry pheromones engulfing us,

Charisse He was strapped to the chair very tightly. Four belts, ten ties. By the time I tightened the last knot around his arm, he was well erected. That angry column of muscles and raw strength. “Dorian,” I breathed, unable to tear my gaze away. “Are you alright? What should I do?”What a thing to ask. I'm the one who started this, and he's the one being tortured. “Whatever you like, angel,” he grunted, his voice now low and raspy. “WHATEVER THE FUCK COMES TO YOUR PRETTY LITTLE MIND.”I stiffened. This wasn't him talking. That vicious tone, it wasn't Dorian. But his deep blue eyes were fixed on me. His mouth was moving to make those words. Then, I smelled it. Thick, dark and vicious—his pheromones. Or the dominant side of him. “Fuck, angel, move back,” he snarled. And I shuffled backwards until my waist bumped into the counter. Was I scared? A little. Was I excited?Yes. Very, very much. My sick, twisted desires. “Why are you like this?” I asked, knowing exactly why.

CharisseFour days later….I hurriedly apologised. “I’m sorry, Betty! I didn’t mean to snap at you. I just—.” I buried my face in my palms and groaned aloud. “WHY DID I DO THAT? WHY!” Betty finished picking up the papers I had pushed off my desk in frustration and rushed to comfort me. “Would you like some more chamomile tea, Luna?” I shook my head, face still in my palms. “No amount of tea can calm this mountain of sexual frustration.”After a thoughtful pause, Betty whispered tinily, “Can’t you just let it go? I mean, it’s already been four days, so technically the Alpha’s completed more than 50 percent of his promise.” Immediately, my face shot up, bewildered. She thought that I was upset and frantically tried to salvage it. “I mean, seven days of abstinence seems pretty tough since the Alpha could barely pull through three previously—.” My pouting lips trembled in deep regret.I almost forgot about the first three. Which means we haven't had sex for seven days straight! We

CharisseI moved quietly towards the door.It was made of heavy oak, no windows. So anyone standing by wouldn’t be able to look out and see me. Even so, I crouched low enough to not be noticed—or heard. And the closer I got, the clearer the sounds. For some reason, I could almost see what was happening inside, as though the door had windows and I was looking through it. Dorian would be the one punching and kicking—I could recognise from his deep grunting. And the two Alphas would be there with him—Alfred and Martin: I could smell their presence. But who—or what—he was hitting, I had no idea. It sounded like a punching bag, but it also felt… alive… groaning in pain…. Ah, what the hell. I opened the door—stealthily—till the gap was wide enough for a peek. And horror punched me in the stomach. My hand flew to my mouth before I let out a sound to give my presence away. Indeed, the Alpha King of Cuisine and the Alpha King of Pharmaceutics were standing by, watching in silence a

ROSECarefully, I picked up my iPad and the impatient phone and turned towards the exit of the office. I thought to answer the call once I’m outside, but it stopped buzzing. So I moved cautiously towards the elevator, when it arrived just as I halted to push the button for it. The doors opened and my handsome Alpha King appeared, worried as hell. ‘Why didn’t you answer my call?’ he demanded.I rolled my eyes. ‘Because I’m getting through a door with this.’ I pointed at my huge belly. He was about to carry me like a bride when I slapped his hands away. ‘Stop it!’ I hissed. ‘You want everyone to know?!’ ‘Wheelchair. If you ever missed my call again.’ He stepped aside for me to enter the metal carrier. ‘Alright, alright…’ I chuckled. ‘So how was it?’ He asked, glancing at my iPad. ‘Did she approve it?’ ‘No.’ I sighed. ‘It’s too extravagant. The actress specifically asked for more grounded styles. She wants people to relate more to acting than her beauty.’ And Keithen scoffed. ‘Goo

ROSEI rolled myself onto him, loving the way my skin rubbed against his, feeling his warmth and heartbeat against mine, as well as the vibrations of his chuckle. He swept the sticky damp strands off my face, hooking some around my ears, then combed the rest to the back of my head with his fingers, and all the time, I had my eyes closed, savouring the moment. And he chuckled some more. ‘You want another round?’ he whispered. My eyes burst open, and his arms squeezed my bare waist as he laughed. ‘I’m hurt, cub. You look like a car was about to hit you.’ I shifted closer to his face—my breasts scraping his hard chest, and he grunted a little—and kissed him on the mouth hard, delivering all my passion, all my apologies. Immediately, his mouth opened and he shifted to push me forward, so that his tongue could dive in a little more, consuming me breathless. Just as the familiar desires stirred inside me, I pulled back, tore my lips from his and captured his face with both hands, tryi

ROSEI’m a werewolf, aren’t I? Okay, not entirely. Just half wolf, half human. But that still counts, right? There’s still some wolf inside me to make this work! This has to work! Concentrate. Focus, Rose. Think of the gate. I could be at the beach, or the back alley. Does it relocate to the same place twice? Or does it choose a new place each time? ‘Rose, are you having a headache?’ asked Joy. I opened my eyes and evaluated my best friend for a while. Then, I made up my mind. ‘Joy.’ I grabbed her shoulders. ‘I’m about to tell you something that nothing in Science can ever explain.’ ‘O…kay?’ I could see the wheels of her mind churning to come up with the plausible reason for my sudden strange behaviour. ‘Is it Harry Potter kinda something?’ I nodded firmly. And she mouthed ‘O’, with a knowing gaze. But behind that gaze, I still caught her disbelief. ‘It’s alright to not believe me. Just promise me that you won’t tell a living soul.’ I was staring at her so hard, I could almost

RICHARDA video showing Richard in his midnight blue shirt with his arm stretched across the desk. The files shifted and a sketch of a female figurine in a puffed up flowy gown with petals in her hair and on her lashes and lips. Richard was flabbergasted. He turned back to the CEO, his mind churning furiously to come up with the best excuse to save his ass. ‘When Rose brought me that design, I thought to myself: this is something that ambitious Annie would use. It’s extravagant and flamboyant. Wouldn’t it be nice to distract her with this, so my precious gem can focus on levelling up her skills? She can’t be stuck in the B.A.D. crap all the time.’ Richard felt deflated. His world was crashing down into dust. ‘Y-You set me up.’ The CEO laughed heartily. ‘You flatter yourself too much, Richard. Set ups are for my equals. This is just a test. But you scored full marks.’ The young rising star slammed his palms on the desk and glared at the CEO—the woman who had previously doted on hi

ROSE‘... the winner of this styling face off is—.’ The emcee’s eyes rolled left to right repeatedly as he read the card. His brows knitted as a mutter of disbelief spilled from his mouth, ‘Annie from B.A.D.’ My insides sank to the deepest parts of my spirit. ‘YES!’ Annie shrieked out victoriously. With a smugful grin, she cast a look of condemnation in my way. ‘I told you she’s a fake! She can’t style at all! Extraordinary—ha!’ That was… … unexpected. I thought I had a good chance. I really did read Miss Jewel’s comments wrongly. ‘Oh! The main judge has something to say!’ The emcee shoved Annie aside to make way for the retired supermodel, Jinda Avengelistford, who gracefully took the centrestage at an astounding height of six feet. ‘Based on the styling standards, Miss Annie has met every single one.’ She turned to the head of B.A.D.’s styling team and flashed a warm smile. ‘It was exciting—your unexpected. There is still a difference between professional and personal styling.

KEITHEN ’CUT!’ The director’s frown was as clear as the blue sky outside. I could tell that he’s been trying to hold it in. But the shit’s about to explode. ‘Rum.’ He forced a smile. ‘Are you sure you’re not unwell?’ I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said this: ‘I’m fine.’ ‘Then what’s the problem?!’ The older guy grabbed his hair, about to go crazy. I stared at the line of the script that was shoved into my view. Instantly, the clog in my throat grew real. As real as the reality I’m about to face in an hour’s time. ‘Maybe Rum’s upset that this is all going to end for him soon.’ I looked up and a pair of kind eyes smiled back at me. Sherry patted my shoulder as that sweet smile turned into a sympathetic one. ‘I bet he misses all this. Don’t you, boss?’ I chuckled dryly and looked down again. ‘I’m not your boss, Sher. I’ve said it many times.’ That’s it. No matter how hard you try. You can’t fight reality. You just can’t. You can stay hidden around her. It won’t ma

[Juliette’s POV]For our second anniversary, Ralph gave me a surprise that completely threw me off my chair. He threw a huge and grand wedding for that special person who’d been a mother to me, right in the place where he first decided to officially—and sincerely—marry me. Today, a year after the groom’s secret proposal, is the day of the wedding between Agatha and Demitri—a.k.a. Stalker. Honestly, I’m still trying to get used to that man and his constant glaring. You would think that having the Mafia King as a husband would help in that department. It didn’t. But it was because his wife was Agatha, who had been like a mother to me. “Kitten,” Ralph’s reflection in the mirror was grinning with amusement, “what’s wrong now?” “Oh, I can’t tell you.” I huffed and turned to face the man lounging in our bedroom armchair.I’m fully dressed, but he looked like he was watching me undressed. An elbow propped on the armrest, the side of his head resting casually on his knuckles. “Why not?

[Juliette’s POV]He’s mad. Crazy. Why would anyone be jealous of the forest? It’s not like I’m going to make love to it! “Ralph!” I hissed a half-hearted warning, my thighs soaked in pleasure, trembling and begging for more. “I can have favourite things—.” A greater pleasure burst from my lips in a high gasp. His tongue drove in deeper, stroking the folds, urging more juices so he could drink more of the sweet nectar whilst French-kissing my swelling lips with a passion and hunger that was flattering me crazy. “I’m your favourite thing…,” came his dangerous low tone. He lifted my thigh to open me up some more so his entire mouth covered mine, and he could claim everything. I braced against the old tree trunk to lift my butt and offered everything I had to the beast. “Nothing else,” he murmured before pushing his face deeper into my core and devoured me completely. “Yes!” I cried through a stretched throat, my body brimming with so much rapture, my lungs held back, fearing th

[Ralph’s POV]“We need to keep the cuffs on,” boomed the uniform. I halted and frowned, my question in my gaze. And the uniform lowered his voice. “For his safety mostly.” I stared appalled at the door. “What did he do?” “Tried three times. Found three times. Fork. Straw—.” “Anything stabable, huh?” I exhaled wearily. “Yeah.” He pulled the door open and the man once called the business king was sitting there, in the prison uniform, cuffed to the table. Gone was the shine of wealth and power. What remained was the man himself: an ordinary human who's walked the earth for sixty over years. The second he saw me, his eyes lit up as though I was his old friend. He tried to get up and give me a hug but the cuffs wouldn’t let him. “Jerry!” He started to get teary as he lowered his voice, “I thought he got you too!” I halted. “I’m not Jerry—.” He urged me to sit.I swallowed the guilt and obeyed, Jerry or not. They said he had lost his mind, and I didn’t dare to breathe a word of

[Juliette’sPOV]“Where’s Tommy?” I said to the man in the shadows—the business king to the world, Papa to me. He stepped into the light, and I almost couldn’t recognise him. Gone were the charm and wit he’d carry in his gaze and pose. In place was disorientation and grief-strickened madness. The man standing before me was extremely furious, and very, very crazy. “Where’s the devil child?” he asked, his whisper fearful, until a smirk spread on his lips. “Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine, you filthy bitch of the devil.” At that, his gun shoved to my left. And a click sound punched the air. Ralph had his own gun up, aimed and ready. Panicked, I broke the first rule and showed Milo’s face. A maddening cackle jarred the air like a loud gunshot, and Ralph, his gun still firmly in place, hissed to his side, “Damn it, Julie! Keep him inside!”I hastily obeyed, roughly tucking the baby’s head behind the bullet proof vest, hissing back with a good reason. “If he doesn’t see the face,

[Juliette’s POV]I could’ve sworn I saw him. Right at the curb across the street. I even met his gaze and he wanted to talk—. My phone buzzed in fierce urgency that I had to answer. As soon as I tapped the green button, Ralph’s voice exploded even before the device arrived at my ear. “Where are you?” He growled. “Just finished a meeting with the architects for the Art and Cultural Centre. Why—?” “Where’s Milo?!” He was shouting. And I jumped into the backseat of the limo. “At home, why?” “Get home now!” He barked. “Jerry’s dead!”“What?!” My blood froze. “It–it can’t be….” I just saw him!“Your father put a bullet in his head. At his house.” I was still incredulous. “But, how—why?! When?”“It just got on the news. Multiple gunshots. The neighbours heard it and called in the cops.” Behind Ralph, orders were flying around, scraping for information about the missing Harold Lux. “I’m on my way back,” the deep voice huffed. “We’re going back to the safehouse until he’s found. And

[Juliette’s POV]Three months later…. He sank in slowly, filling me up gloriously. His huge and powerful desire stretched my insides to his shape, and I opened up to take in more of him. “You feel so fucking good, kitten,” he panted against my ear, his voice at its hoarsest. “See how you rub against me… even though you’re wet and slippery….” He was right. The friction felt wonderful. “Ralph!” I gasped, clutching him closer, flattening my breasts against his hard muscles, rubbing his nipples with mine. Grunts of pleasure burst from his throat. “Fuck, kitten… that feels good—.” He lifted slightly and let gravity slammed him back in. And a strong sizzle clenched me up, squeezing him. “More!” I whispered fiercely. “Please, baby!” He lifted off me, his face above mine, his brown eyes glowing in golden danger as he pulled back an inch to ram into new depths. “Fuck!” Raw pleasure exploded from my lips. “You love it, kitten?” He snarled, lifting my leg high to kiss the back of my ri

AmberI came in hard spasms of rapture, my mind moaning for that name I could never utter from my lips, my cum squishing between my fingers that kept drilling for that final jackpot—.And I bit my lip in another wave of delightful shudder. Only then, my hand removed itself. “No other cock can take you this deep… ,”echoed that silky voice amidst the tight, strainful grunting of intense pleasure. I closed my eyes, a smile on my lips as more of that cake sex swarmed back into my mind like it was yesterday… .The fork went smoothly down the velvet cake—or what was left of it—and anticipation literally glittered my eyes. It lifted a piece over and I opened my mouth to receive it. The second the cake entered my mouth, the fork vanished and his mouth covered mine. The kiss was airtight, our tongues battling for that sweetness as it rolled and churned violently inside our mouths. When he finally pulled away, the smug grin on his face made the flutters in my stomach wild again. “You ar

Amber“Are you sure you want to come right here? Inside your pants?” He pushed himself into my palms, eyes boring into mine, sinking into me and gripping my core. I smirked. “What if they come back and see you like this, Hunter, begging for a pussy like a whore…?”I didn't know why I said that. The words just tumbled out. And his gaze took a darker shade. He was more turned on. Gripping his width with my thumb and index finger, I dug into the fabric of his pants and slid down the shape of his trunk… then up again, grating along the texture of his pants. And exhales of pleasure-soaked grunts burst from his tensed throat.“Yes…,” he heaved, “whatever you want, Amber—you decide—urmph, fuck—!” I clutched the fabric around him and kept moving vertically. “Did you like that?” I whispered close to his mouth. He swallowed. “Fuck, yes… .” His eyes were closed, his lips parted, and I could see him savouring every bit of caress. The slightest stroke would shift a beat or a pitch, and I

AmberHunter came into the lighting, and everyone’s eyes lit up—including mine. A devilish rogue with the angel’s glow. Who wouldn’t look twice? He didn’t need to ask. A glance from him, and the photographer immediately knew what he wanted. “Right next to the Luna, facing her.” And he arrived right in front of me—keeping a distance, just as he had promised. But it didn’t meet the artistic vision.“My apologies, Alpha and Luna.” The photographer pushed his two palms together. “Get you get a leeeetel bit closer.” I scoffed. Of course. The Moon Goddess’ bad timing. How did I forget? I took a small step—and so did Hunter. Then, we both faced the lens. SNAP!A huge sigh of disappointment reeled from behind the camera. “Okay,” the photographer was still trying to not sound pissed, “a little more closer!” Unbelievable. And from Hunter’s grin, he thought the same. But it felt like he was mocking me, especially since my huge talk earlier, so I was more pissed than the photographer

AmberShowtime. I shook off Hunter’s hand and threw myself at Vale. “Oh my god, Vale!” His rage vanished. In place, a genuine surprise—and a hint of smugness because I had chosen him over Hunter Black. Eyes dancing with joy, he whispered, “I’m fine, my dear. It’s just a scratch—.” He was caressing my face, feeling the smoothness of my skin, and I could feel Hunter’s jealous wrath setting us on fire. Ignoring them all, I grabbed Vale's face—squashing it to make it more painful—and gave a dramatic gasp. “Oh my god, you’re bleeding!” “It’s really nothing, love,” Vale was smiling, but I could tell a wince of pain beneath, so I knew he liked that I was showing care for him, “I can handle this.” The door opened to Eva and Damon with our drinks when I stood and faced Hunter like a mother hen, defending my groom. “Don't you take another step! What has he done to deserve this! He made you his best man, and you hit him!” Hunter was bewildered. “What did he—you think I would hit a wol

Amber“You!” I gasped, horrified. “What are you doing here?!”Hunter flashed a devilish grin. And all I could think of is punching that stupid grin and kissing the batshit out of him. Fuck, I'm going crazy. My heart pounded harder when he did that sexy shrug of bad-boy nonchalance. “Eva's here.”And Eva snapped, her irritation clear as day, “I'm the maid of honour and you’re not—.” Then, her eyes widened with epiphany while I turned to Vale, astonished, and we both reacted at the same time—like a jinx. “Oh hell,” she exhaled. “You made him your best man?!” I demanded. And Vale quickly pulled me aside before my voice escalated and gathered the boutique staff. But as soon as we were out of earshot, I didn’t give him a chance to speak. “Did I not make myself clear that I do not want to have anything to do with my father's murderer?! I do not want him here! This is our wedding, Vale! Why are you letting him barge in!” He tried to pacify me with a hug but I backed away, no l

Vale“You’re… trespassing again…,” Vale managed to squeeze through the grasp, “There are laws… you filthy bastard—AAH!” And he flew through the air again. Then, he struck the same wall as he did two nights ago, and the same humiliation stung him. The first time he felt it was in middle school, when the Blood Moon heir Andrew let him have one of his many expensive shoes because his were overly used and patched. “AARRRGH!” Vale rose in bitter resentment. Even in death, his best friend still mocks him. “And the laws don’t apply to you?” The orphaned filth spat in anger. Vale chuckled back. “Of course, they do. So why are you telling me to stay away from my fiancee?” The black wolf leapt out—. So did his brown wolf. Yet again, his Beta essence was no match for a dominant Alpha’s. And once again, he watched in bitter rage at the unfairness of it all as the brown wolf got pinned down by the black wolf in two moves. Before he remembered the filth, that vile thing was already in fro