Novels by NOKO

Amber “If a guy doesn’t like you but wants to have sex with you….” Eva’s face shot up from her plate of fish and peas with a squint of premonition. “... what does it mean?” I finished. Her nostrils flared with anger. “WHO? Who told you that?” I blinked in full realisation of the hot water I just pushed myself into. Amber Kratos, you idiot! Why would you even ask Eva?! She’ll get the truth out of you in no time!She banged her fist on the table. “A new guy? He asked you out but for sex?!” My eyes lit up at the perfect excuse. “Yes!” I faked an angry look matching my best friend. “Yes! The sheer gall of him, right?!” “YES!” Eva picked her fork and started stabbing the air. “My best friend is not a hooker! If his cheap dick wanted some action so badly, PAY FOR IT! CHEAPSKATE BASTARD!” The cafeteria clamped up for the second time. All eyes were on her—and me—hungry for new gossip, and I panicked. “Calm down, Eva! It’s just a movie! Ha, ha, ha!” I flashed a bright smile then screa

AmberI don’t understand the question. Just do whatever the fuck you want! Fuck me! Use me! Make me come a million times! As long as you’re with me, I don’t really care what you do to me!So desperate to be closer to him, I pushed my hooked ankles on his back, and his cock drove in further. A stream of pleasure gripped us both. And I bit my lower lip to muffle another burst of moan while he sucked my earlobe to silence his low, strained groan. “You little tiger,” he pinned my knees harder on the door to retreat an inch…then slammed in a mile. And as I bit harder to stifle another outburst while his mouth wrapped around my earlobe to silence his own sounds of pleasure as our bodies trembled in bliss. “Don’t bite yourself, tiger,” he snarled into my ear, his hot breath making my nipples hard and stimulated as they grazed against his strong chest, “bite my shoulder.” As soon as the words left his lips, he drew back and rammed in a more powerful one. And I sank my teeth into his sh

AmberGiving blow jobs actually turns me on. But I still can’t do it. Not when there’s someone right outside the door! So I shook my head, my eyes silently imploring Hunter to let me off this time. I’ll really make it up to you—. But his merciless hand pressed on the back of my head.And as the stranger continued ranting over his angry hand-scrubbing under the running water, Hunter’s cock was driving deeper into my mouth. It struck the back of my throat, and it clenched up, sending my system into flight mode, so I clutched the sides of his shirt to fight the urge and stay on. And he began directing my head movement to ram himself inside my mouth to the hilt, over and over….“A little more,” he grunted, just loud enough for me to hear. But I was too distracted by the erotic rubbing of his phallus on my pharynx, swiftly losing grip with the present, letting his momentum take the lead. Having the most intimate part of Hunter in my mouth does strange things to me. I want to please

AmberQuietly, that hand clasping mine drew me in. Then, he clutched my arm between his biceps and his body, so I snuggled against him as we moved through the hallways. “If you’re worried about Eva,” Hunter stared ahead, “I saw her left in her boyfriend’s car.” I heaved a sigh of relief, and he chuckled with amusement. But when I looked up to smile at him like a girlfriend would, when she’s happy to be with alone him, his jaw tightened. “But I can’t say the same about Ethan.”We were at the third floor—where the science labs are—and he pushed open the boys’ lavatory door. “Hunter!” I pulled back, leashing him from taking another step. “What are you doing? I can’t go in there!” But his arm caught my waist, and then he half-carried, half-dragged me in. I wanted to cry out for help. But, who would help me? And… take me away from him? How do I even explain why I am with him? Most importantly, if one person knew, then the entire campus would know. Including Eva. I clamped my mou

Hunter“And this morning? That was brilliant.” His grin seemed to be giving me two thumbs up. “Now, everyone thinks there's bad blood between us.”Ah. Our argument from this morning. He thinks I was doing it on purpose. I wasn't faking it, you old fuck. Am is MY PROBLEM, not yours. “Now, no one will suspect a thing.” He sniggered. “Not even the Alpha.”I gave a weak smile when the air shifted. Eyes lowered, he whispered, “So?” I turned from him, pretending I wasn't done and fetched more soap. “I said I'm on it,” I replied calmly, making sure my voice was softer than the rushing water. And my brother's best friend clicked his tongue impatiently. “How long?” He was also keeping his questions short and vague to stay discreet. And I kept my eyes on my hands under the running water. “A month.”“A MONT–?!!” He caught himself right before he blew up and caught unnecessary attention. Then swiftly, he stepped closer, his voice lowered. “One month?!” He hissed. “Are you out of your d

AmberIt's like a crash course for sex. Which makes me anxious. My time as Hunter Black’s lover would be over in five dates. Five. Dates. And we’ve already done two of them. In just two days! The amusement park was the first—which ended in loads of sex in the wardrobe. Then, this—a car date. It must be a date. Why else would he hold my hand while we walked to the car? And then there was his jealousy talk. And then, the kissing. It's like we were a real couple. Also, a date with Hunter always seems to end with sex—and here we are. In his car. By the roadside. Under my family’s pine tree. Now I understand that dreaded feeling gnawing my intestines each time the pleasure subsides. Two dates in less than two days. At this rate, everything will be over before my next orgasm. Is Hunter doing it on purpose? I couldn’t analyse it further because my flesh was ringing with the heat of pleasure gushing in from my stroked labia. It’s crazy how a man of such beastly build and phy

[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

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

CharisseThe Alpha CEO rubbed his chin as his eyes perused the document I had just given to him. “You really don’t have to do this,” he finally said, closing the file to my proposal, “I’ve already given up on it.” We were in the CEO’s office—the CEO in his boss chair, and me in the chair across the desk from him. First thing in the morning, after going through my schedule for the day with Betty, I headed up here because Betty found out that the CEO had his day packed with meetings back to back—which, she claimed, was unusual. But I didn’t think it was unusual because I have a pretty good idea why. Last night… As his pheromones thickened the air at a furious rate, my heart was racing with fear and anticipation: fear that his powerful scent would arouse my own desires and take over my will, and I would give into the Alpha’s desires. Anticipation because I secretly want to be touched by him, to be devoured. I want to fucking swallow him whole inside me—. “FUCK!” He grabbed himse

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