Novels by NOKO

Charisse“Stop the car!” I cried out at the farmer’s market beyond the window. The limousine came to a screeching halt, and Betty turned to me, eyes wide with consternation. “L-Luna Rox, you can’t be serious. We’ll be late for our meeting with the Blue Rock Alpha.” “I know.” I had thrown open the door and was stepping out. “Five minutes. Just five minutes.” “But—.” I didn’t hear the rest because I was already dashing towards the vegetable stall and the colourful gems resting peacefully on display. The closer I got, the fresh scent of earthy sweetness swarmed in, and I was instantly, completely arrested. Just as I was thinking what to make for Dorian for dinner, Betty arrived at my side, slightly breathless and very nervous. “Luna Rox!” She hissed, “we need to leave immediately!” “Alright, alright.” I patted her arm. “I’ll just get the eggplants.” I turned and beamed widely at the worried girl. “Have you seen a brinjal this big and shiny?! It’s like—.” “A cock soaked in cum,”

CharisseI crossed my arms. “Okay, what is it?” She scoffed with a smirk, as though I sounded like a bimbo. Which pissed me off even more because she’s the fucking bimbo! I spread my lips into the nicest smile I could conjure and explained for the true bimbo. “You seem to know what I need to do to get your concrete ass off my chair. So out with it.” Fake chihuahua, I silently added, my smile wider. She leaned forward, pushing her tiny breasts forward so everyone—that is Betty and I, her only audience—could see her pitiful cleavage, and threw a smug grin at me. A file landed right at my feet, like a bone tossed to a dog. I moved not one muscle and lifted a hard gaze at her. “What’s this then?” She laughed. “Now, you see why you’re just a stint, bitch? You don’t even know that the Alpha is looking to expand the estate.” She gave a sweet tilt of her small head and explained in her sugary voice, “that is the plot of land he wishes to claim.” Still, I refuse to pick the file up.

Dorian“So…,” the fork slices through the salted caramel chocolate cake, “how did it go? The meeting with the elders.” I feigned a hurt look. “I got scolded.” Guilt splayed across her tender features. And then, as always, she tries to hide her worries by pretending that everything is alright. The bite of cake enters smoothly through her tinted red lips…. And I could feel them around me, nice and warm, going lower and lower, to take in all of me—. “This cake is so good,” she hummed and licked her lips.And I felt the urge to lick them too. She goes for another one and as the fork goes through again, she mutters quietly, “Are you alright?” I couldn’t. The genuine concern in that knit of brows. It won me over, and the left corner of my mouth quickly lifted. A chuckle slipped out. And she swiftly realised. Her face relaxed again but she was not shooting me a five-year-old glare. Does she even know she can’t lie? “So everything went well?” Her mouth closes over the fork. And I w

Charisse I've lied to Dorian. But it wouldn't hurt him, I'm sure. An innocent lie to keep my battles to myself because knowing the Alpha, he'd immediately fix it for me. Or would he?I can't stop thinking about what Zara said. That Dorian never blames her for anything. It means something because Dorian never blames me for anything too. The chihuahua is delusional for sure. But she wouldn’t have kept up with the delusion if Dorian had nipped things in the bud with her. And Dorian doesn’t keep things vague. Unless there’s a good reason. But what reason is there? I’m the only one, aren’t I?“Now what have I done?” Asked the handsome—equally crossed—face. “Why are you giving me that look?”His thumbs were caressing my right cheek, somewhat cautiously, as though I would break. I ignored the electric sizzles of his touch and frowned harder. “Then, what have I done to deserve your angry face?” He scoffed, his eyes averted for a second then reverted back to me.“I'm not convinced t

Charisse“Unless,” Zara grinned, an evil gleam crossed her eyes, and Dolly heaved in relief, “Luna Rox takes full responsibility for her own mistakes.” “Don’t do it, Luna!” Betty cried, plowing through the barricade of uniformed women to get to me. “You can’t be hurt!” SLAP! Lightning pain jabbed my left cheek and shot to my mouth. But I bit my lips to stop it from spilling. Took a few blinks to re-orientate myself and turned back to that chihuahua—.“Can’t be hurt?” Zara snarled, “Who gives a fuck about an Omega whore?” SLAP!My other cheek nearly exploded. The pain was more intense this time. I couldn’t feel anything except the blaze on my skin where she struck. Betty’s cries came through, telling them to stop, saying that the Alpha would be mad if he knew. Instantly, an image of Dorian’s smile sprang up and I balled my fists, mustering strength to yank myself free—.But I was thrown back to the time when Val first hit me: We were both shocked. My shock was out of fear. But

CharisseHe loves me.I wanted to hear them. I'm glad he said them. But why do I wish he hadn't? I could slap Zara's face with these words so why am I worried? Warm lips pressed against mine. Then, his firm, passionate tongue swept in, snapping me back at the breakfast table. He tasted like coffee, I thought, smiling against his lips while pulling him closer. The coffee that he loves. Black, sugarless. Strong and ruthless. The kiss ended and he gazed deep into me. “Wander off again,” his warm breath trailed to my ear, and his raspy baritone dived in, “and I'll spread you really wide to put myself deep into you so it locks tight in your mind, Charisse.”Hot images gripped my imagination, immobilising me. I stared into those piercing blue eyes, my insides clenched in memory of his shape and size wedged tightly between my blazing flesh. I whimpered, missing it, “I was thinking of you… inside me.” And he lifted my chin to drink from my lips again. “You drive me crazy,” he murm

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