Novels by NOKO

[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

CharisseThe Crimson Crest estate isn’t a city state, according to Wikipedia’s—and the Crimson Crest patriach’s—definition. But I begged to differ. It’s big enough to have its own roadmap, and it has its own urbanscape, so it might as well be a city state. I had been naive. The hundreds of businesses are but a fraction of the empire, just as this piece of land, the size of Seoul, is but a fragment of the pack’s ownership. I’ve always known the scale and magnitude of Crimson Crest’s affluence and influence. Then, when I became Dorian’s secretary, I was given a panoramic view of that ocean of richness and power. Now, I’m in that ocean. The real sense of its immensity is entirely different. Dinner is in the main ballroom of the main building, which makes it the main event of the night, and monumental to the pack, and I understand that ever since I stepped off the plane. But the gravity of that significance didn’t sink in until I got out of the limousine and an army of men in black s

CharisseDorian Vellum is a walking contradiction. For three weeks, he avoided me like I was a contagious, deadly disease. Then, out of the blue, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. First, he hugged me for a seemingly long second, then took my hand and held it firmly as we moved from my bedroom to the lodge’s entrance. Now, as the limousine glided down the winding road of the mountain to Crest City, I couldn’t stop staring at our entwined hands resting on his lap. I should’ve snatched my hand back but I kinda like seeing his thick, masculine fingers weaving through mine. And the man does know how to hold a woman’s hand. The way his large palm covered mine felt exactly like his body engulfing me when he hugged me. Like I would disappear the next second, and memories of that night on the plane came flooding back…. …the unhurried way he entered me, controlling the flow of passion… how much, how fast…all in the palm of his hand to make my body yield to his every command, and only hi

CharisseThe day of my debut has finally arrived. I’m going to meet the Crimson Crest pack as the future wife of their Alpha, and the newly appointed COO of the Crimson Crest Empire. I was checking the soft fabric of my scarlet gown in the full length mirror of my bedroom when the door knocked. “I’ll get it.” Betty stepped out….…only for Far Far Away to enter the room. I scoffed in disbelief and pretended that I didn’t see him—my version of staying far away. But a chiseled Alpha looking twice as handsome—and thrice as smoldering—in midnight-blue zapped all the ideas to dust, and I was left with nothing except doing more unnecessary checks on the bodice of my gown, trying hard to ignore the heat from his quiet commanding gaze burning my back. “I didn’t pick that,” he finally said. I swallowed my response. Remembering my purse, I picked it up and made for the door, not giving him a second of attention. And, to my delight, he caught my wrist. The flutters in my stomach went wil

CharisseDorian was in full rage when he swung around to face me. “I told you many times, Charisse: I AM NOT HIM. Get that into your thick skull.”Yeah, Charisse Pax would try to be understanding and take a step back to give the man some space. But Roxana Winfield seemed to hate the idea of backing down from a fight, especially with a condescending harsh tone that made her sound like a bimbo. “I didn't say you were,” I enunciated through gritted teeth. And he grew ever fiercer, his scent more potent. I felt my windpipe closing up, as though his fingers were wrapped around it—. The constriction vanished, and the air felt cool and fresh again. Dorian had his back facing me again, his hand on the door handle. “Then stop asking for my approval and start finding your own, goddamn it!” The door threw open and slammed shut behind him. *****It's been two weeks since I last saw Dorian. In the first week, I attended classes and built a new routine for myself. Then, for the second

Charisse The woman in the mirror was bewildered.Thick orange curls falling like a waterfall of fire off her milky white shoulders. Her cheekbones and nose stood with the commanding presence of an army general, and her lips were as red as the blood that would spill upon defiance to her wishes. Her eyes, large and round like Bambi’s, but her gaze was well-defined—sharp and cold.“Is that—is that me?” I exhaled in awe at my own reflection. The specialist was puzzled at first. After a few exchanges, she grinned proudly. “Yes, Luna Rox. This is you. Do you like it?” What should I say? I look like the female version of the Crimson Crest Alpha—bold, domineering, and strikingly stern. Nothing to complain about since I wanted to be the strongest woman in the Crimson Crest pack. And the Alpha himself chose to re-enter the living room at this specific moment, as though he knew that his future wife was ready to receive him. “Dinner. In three weeks. Inform everyone—.” He halted with a

CharisseWhen he finished drinking the sweet juices of my blissful convulsions, the Alpha of Crimson Crest knelt between my thighs and looked fixedly at me, those sapphire eyes intense and ravenous. “Eyes on me when I fill you up, Charisse….” The burning tip of his desire kissed my quivering, wet lips before pushing through my folds. An enormous strength gorged in, stretching my gaze wide with awe. The pleasure was so raw and wild, I felt emboldened, confident…beautiful. My nails sank into his biceps to draw him closer so I could feel more of his magnificent bulk—.And that icy glare harshened with the same wondrous feeling. He wasn’t expecting it to be this good, which meant that he liked it, and I felt praised, encouraged. I hooked my ankles behind his butt and gave a push—. He plunged in, hitting straight at the sweet spot, and I swiftly clamped up. Shrieks of pleasure burst from my trembling lips while groans of awe and delight tore from his throat. Burying his face in my

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