Novels by NOKO

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

DorianThe robot laughed. The most normal, annoying laugh of all humans. And I didn’t think he had it in him. Then, the player entered the VIP dining space of his restaurant, asked what’s so funny, got the world’s fastest update in the least number of words, and laughed even harder. “Charisse locked herself in your study because she wants to dig into every detail about you since you spied on her right from the start? Oh my fucking god, that’s the most hilarious thing I’ve ever heard in my life!” The asshole bellowed in his crazy laugh. And the robot laughed once more, holding his stomach. Goddamn it, these two. As if I didn’t have enough humiliation with the woman I’m obsessed with. “ENOUGH.” I slammed my fist, and the table banged like a gun shot that killed the laughter. But only for a second. Thunderous laughing exploded in the tiny room he called ‘a luxurious space’. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, fuming in a huge gulp of whiskey. Fine. Go ahead. Laugh your asses o

DorianI blinked. This was the first time I’ve ever heard that level of seriousness in his tone. But even so, I couldn’t help but give my usual response to brush it aside. “Your point?” I sighed, unimpressed. He sighed too, in exasperation. “Stop with the jealous and possessive attitude. You wanna be a supportive husband, not a controlling one.” I grabbed the whiskey bottle to hide my agitation. “I’m not controlling.” “Excuse me?” He scoffed incredulously. “When did you become a goldfish? I thought that’s my role in the trio.” I slammed the bottle on the table, still denying the truth. But it was staring me in the face, unyielding. And I grew more furious. “She’s mine,” I growled and took an angry sip. “And no one’s taking her away from you. At least, not me and Martin.” He shifted forward in his seat, eager to knock some sense into me, and lowered his voice into a private decibel, “Are you fucking blind? Can’t you see how her eyes light up every time she hears something about

Dorian“Therefore, I’m sorry for giving you the best punch ever.” I sipped from my glass and observed the swirling liquid while the communal dick scoffed in disbelief. “That’s it?” He slammed his glass on the table, aggrieved. “I opened the gates for you to show off your new squeaky clean self to the woman of your dreams, and this is what I get—.” “Droptail.” I drew the last sip. “RR,” he added.And I whisked it out then threw it over. He caught it like a pro catcher and checked the key back. “La Rose?” His eager face fell swiftly. “Fuck, Arcadia?” And he glared. “Cheapskate.” “Give it back then.” I shot out a hand to snatch it back when the door swished open and my beautiful, sexy as hell fiancee entered the secret meeting room in that white, curve-hugging number. I just love how she’s curious about everything, scanning around like a tourist. Pushing the loose dick aside, I reached for her instead. “This is where you guys meet?” She muttered in awe, her gaze locked with mine

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