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

CharisseI drew his jaw closer to do just that. His mouth opened to devour mine, then he started grazing and nibbling his favourite cushion—my upper lip—which was plumper and more reactive. Then, he cupped my butt and my face was pushed closer. A tiny tug of my jawline and my lips parted completely for his tongue to sweep in and envelope mine. Entwining my fingers with his hair at the back of his head, I pulled my body in and grinded my curves against his hard planes, my flesh rubbing and grazing his the same way my lips sucked and loved his. My moans grew louder with my breathing, and his strokes grew more passionate… more enticing. His hands. Those huge, rough palms gliding up and down my back were melting me further into his warmth. “Dorian,” I let him capture my mouth again and kissed him back before lifting my chin to direct his lips to my throat, and sighed, “shall we start the wedding preparations?” He was nibbling down my throat when he replied, “Mmm… whatever you say, a

DorianThe blade was still in his flesh when my other hand joined in to grip its handle and I turned it like a doorknob. “AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!” Fresh blood sputtered with the roar of ultimate pain. But the rage pounding in my chest did not reduce the slightest bit. I couldn’t stop the images from replaying over and over. How he cornered Charisse to the couch, got on top of her and ripped off her clothes, his hands all over her—. Still grabbing the handle, I twisted it the other way. And more blood exploded from the piece of shit. “I’m sorry, Alpha…,” he gurgled, gasping for forgiveness. “Please… stop… .” But I yanked the blade out from his chest—feeling his flesh ripping like a zipper along the sharp edge—and the sputtering mess choked and coughed more pain and blood. “Stop?” I chuckled. “Did you stop when she told you to?” “Nothing ha–happened, I swear!” He croaked. And the fellow playboy alpha crossed his arms and shook his head. “Idiot.” Sure enough, I plunged the b

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.

AmberResting my bored elbow on the door panel, I smiled innocently. “So this is what I am: a sex slave?”The car swerved off the road and came to an angry halt. Then, the Alpha turned to me, fully enraged, his gaze filled with absolute disgust.“What the fuck did you just say? A sex slave? I've never thought of you that way!”“Oh? Was I your lover then?” I tapped my chin, pretending to recall. “But we had only one date. After that, it was all sex.” Remorse quickly replaced the rage. And my smile vanished. Seeing him like this, brewing in guilt, gave me no satisfaction at all. It just made me more furious. “We even had a meeting place just for sex! Even now, with me, all you talk about is sex. Everywhere I went, you’d show up and try to fuck me. All you wanted to do with me is sex!” He slammed the steering wheel. “Goddamn it, I wasn’t using you for sex!” “Ha!” I smirked. Then, I did the clap of a sudden recollection and beamed my brightest. “Ah yes, I almost forgot! Our meet

AmberHe paused. Then, his face was in the base of my throat. Lips propping against the hollow of my neck, he slammed in. A crushing force that banged my back into the door, almost cracking it—and my resistance. And I held on by a thread. “Don’t fight it, Am,” he gritted, smugness in his voice, because I was spasming hard, unable to stop, clearly enjoying every bit of the damned pleasure, “you know you want to come all over my cock… .”Pushing to the surface, I snorted between my intense gasping. “Far from it—.” And he cut me off with another deep slam. A low, guttural moan broke from my throat. “Still no?” He grunted a chuckle. Before I could respond, his cock receded slightly only to shove in a great one—punching that spot deep inside me, and my tummy rattled with glorious flutters. “Ermph!” I was stretched like a rubber band, twitching helplessly as he slammed in again. “MMPPH!” He was grunting against twitching flesh. Mouth gaping, his breath was hot and heavy, and a r

Amber“You… .” I glowered. I was livid. But he didn’t lock the door this time. Holding onto the door handle like he would bolt any second, he quickly explained. “I'm not trying anything. I just want to make sure you're alri—.”He paused because I was steaming up furiously. The longer he stood before me, the more I noticed. And the more I noticed, the stronger my urges… the weaker my resistance. His brows wrangled with deep concern. “Fuck, why do you look so red? Shall I get a healer—?”I lunged forward and grabbed him by the collar.“This is all your fault,” I growled. And before he reacted, I crashed my lips onto his. Immediately, his arms were around me, and he was devouring me as fiercely as I was sucking his lips and tongue, spilling moans into his mouth. He bumped against the sink, and the kiss broke. But only temporarily. Heaving with hot lust, I whispered to his parted lips, “You’re hard, Hunter.”“Amber,” he exhaled, his eyes fixed, analysing the sudden change in my

AmberI smiled at the text. But then from the corner of my eye, Hunter was striding over. So I turned off the screen and hastily informed the concierge of my seat, hoping that I could get further away from Hunter before he caught up. But the tickets were with Vale—and Hunter quickly caught up. “She’s with me,” Hunter flashed two tickets between his fingers. And I immediately rectified. “No!” I forced a laugh. “I’m not ‘with him’ with him. I’m with Alpha Moon Core, Vale Oakwood—.”The theatre staff looked more confused. And before I could ask whether it was in the theatre’s SOP to note down the VIP’s name so they wouldn’t have to present a ticket, Hunter leaned in to clarify. “We’re in the same box.” “Ah, yes, Alpha Black.” The guy swiftly removed the barrier for us. “Enjoy the show.” I was embarrassed from head to toe. After flashing a thankful smile, I picked up my chin and stepped through the barrier into the empty posh hallway. And then, his fingers slipped through mine.

HunterI turned away from the closed door, and a honey laughter burst from inside the Cake Tasting VIP Room. That sound. I had almost forgotten. When was the last time I heard it? Ah. Six years ago. At the penthouse. Our secret meeting place. We were talking about invitation cards and who to invite to our wedding—if we were to ever get married. Even talking about it made her extremely happy, clutching me tighter as I filled her up fully, gasping and chanting the greeting on the cards… .And then the next day—. “Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes to shut out the pain. But then my phone shook mercilessly. I took a deep inhale to loosen up a little so I could focus on the incoming text. A receipt. Five million dollars worth of cakes from this hyped place. The recipient? All the orphanages and schools, as well the shelters for the homeless and low-income class, across the country.The order? By Luna Amber Mills. Instantly, I understood. I waited till my meeting with the cougar ended and

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

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