Novels by Sharbie

Chapter 7The Way She BreaksJace’s POVThere was nothing pure about her.Not when she walked into my gym with glossy lips and no panties or when she begged me with her eyes like I was the answer to a question she shouldn’t even be asking.And not even when I watched her through the security cameras at night, replaying footage just to see how her hips moved when she thought no one was looking.I knew what she was.A bored wife. A pet kept in a golden cage.But fuck if I didn’t want to be the one rattling her bars until the whole damn thing came down.When she walked in that Friday night, I was already waiting for her.I had the weights racked, music low and the private studio door locked behind her.She paused in the doorway, her throat bobbing as she saw me leaning back on the incline bench, arms behind my head, shirtless, sweat-slicked and watching her like I hadn’t eaten in days.Because I hadn’t.Not properly. Not since her.She stepped forward slowly. “You always look like you’re

Chapter 6Mine Even When You’re NotIt had been seven days.One week of silence.Not a call, not a text, not a single “You’re late, Mrs. Vega.”And I hated that it hurt more than I thought it would.Jace wasn’t just a good fuck, he was an ache in my bones now. A phantom touch I couldn’t get rid of. Every time Eduardo kissed my cheek or called me “darling,” I wanted to scream. Because he never touched me like that. Never grabbed me like I was a hot mess he wanted to ruin.And I wanted to be ruined again so, I did the only thing I knew would draw him out.I booked a private session at midnight.His gym, on his terms but my move.I wore the same thing I wore the first day. White sports bra, high-waisted leggings and lip gloss. No bra and with my hair up.Desperate and shameless. Just like he’d left me.When I stepped into the gym, it was already dark except for the soft glow from the private studio upstairs.He was there.Shirtless. Lifting.Like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t bent

Chapter 5The Taste of TroubleI was dripping sweat before he even touched me.He made me do a full hour of actual training.Real exercises, real work!There was no teasing this time. No games or soft looks across the room either.Jace was all business, counting reps, correcting posture, calling me Mrs. Vega in that clipped, professional tone that made me want to slap him and ride him in equal measure.It was maddening.And effective.I hated him by the time we reached the end of the circuit. Hated how my thighs trembled, how my sports bra clung to my chest like second skin, how my body ached in places he hadn’t even touched yet.“Done,” I breathed, collapsing on the mat. “You’re an asshole.”“You want results,” he said, tossing me a towel. “Or did you forget that?”“I came here to feel good,” I snapped.“You came here to fuck.”The words cut the air clean.I sat up slowly.He stood over me, sweat glistening across his chest, his hair darker from the workout. He was so still. Too stil

Chapter 4The Rules Are ChangingThe next time we had sex, he didn’t even kiss me first.It was in the back seat of his car. Not the kind of sleek, spotless luxury sedan Eduardo preferred—no, this one was all black muscle, leather seats warm from the sun, the windows tinted to a legal gray that didn’t stop the shadows from dancing over my naked thighs.I hadn’t worn underwear.Not for him or for anyone else.“Fucking tease,” Jace murmured, his voice low as the door shut behind us and he slid in after me. “You know how hard it was to train my clients today with the image of your tits bouncing in that little tennis top?”“I wasn’t thinking of you,” I said, spreading my legs just a little farther apart. “I just like being comfortable.”He laughed darkly. “Is that what we’re calling it?”He didn’t wait for my answer. One knee on the seat, one hand already up my thigh. No hesitation. He wasn’t a man who second-guessed. He was a man who took.And God, I wanted to be taken.“You keep walking

Chapter 3Eat Your Heart OutMy husband kissed my cheek when he walked through the front door.Not my lips or my neck, not even my hand, which hovered slightly at my side as if begging to be taken.Just my cheek in the usual dry, detached, routine like I was some distant relative or a painting he once liked but no longer looked at.“Your hair’s damp,” Eduardo noted absently, handing off his coat to Marta, our housekeeper.“I had a workout with Jace this morning,” I said, stepping back into my heels.“Ah.” A pause. “He’s keeping you on a strict schedule, then?”“He’s thorough.” I let the words drip.Eduardo barely registered it. He’d already moved on, muttering something to his assistant who stood behind him tapping on her tablet. That was my cue to disappear.I padded up the stairs, the soft whisper of my silk blouse the only sound following me. The red lingerie he hated lay shredded under my bed, and in its place, I wore a pristine white thong and a blouse that hugged my breasts jus

Chapter 2Second SetHe didn’t pull out.Jace just kept thrusting through my climax, his breath harsh against my ear as he drove deeper, grinding his hips like he was punishing me for being this wet, this loud, this fucking shameless. I didn’t ask him to stop, didn’t even pretend I wanted him to. I only braced myself against the mirror as he buried himself again and again.“I should pull out,” he murmured, breathless, biting my neck hard enough to mark it. “But I don’t want to.”I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Then don’t.”His hand slid up to grip my jaw, tilting my face to meet his. He kissed me again, a sloppy one this time, tongue claiming mine like he’d waited years for it. My body pulsed around him, over-sensitive and greedy, every nerve ending raw and humming.“Fucking hell,” he growled. “You feel like silk.”My back was starting to ache against the glass, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so thoroughly used. Not even on our honeymoon had Eduardo looked

Third person POV The night had settled softly over the pack, a gentle blanket of silver light spilling from the full moon. The coronation celebrations had ended, but joy still lingered in the air. The wolves were at peace, their hearts content, their loyalty to the new Luna and her mates unshakable. Yet, while the pack slept in quiet harmony, Lisa found herself restless.She sat by the open window of her chamber, the cool night air brushing against her skin, carrying with it the sweet perfume of the forest. Her children had long since fallen asleep, their small chests rising and falling steadily. The brothers too had retired, leaving her alone with the thoughts that stirred deep in her soul.Something had been weighing on her for days. A pull, an unseen force calling her beyond the realm of flesh and bone. She knew what it was, though she had not spoken it aloud. The moonlight tonight was different—heavier, brighter, almost sentient. And when her eyes met

Third person POV The coronation day had finally arrived. The sun stretched lazily across the horizon, spilling streaks of gold and crimson over the clearing that had been transformed into the heart of the celebration. A vast gathering of wolves and allies filled the sacred grounds of the pack, all eyes shimmering with anticipation, awe, and pride. Banners dyed with deep silver and midnight hues fluttered gently in the crisp breeze, bearing the crest of the pack. The air was heavy with both ceremony and the undeniable sense that history was about to be written.Lisa stood quietly behind the brothers, her heart pounding with a force that rattled her chest. It wasn’t nerves in the ordinary sense; it was something greater, heavier, the recognition that what was unfolding today would change not just her life, but the life of every wolf gathered here, and those yet to come. Her children stood beside her, their young faces glowing with excitement and curiosity, unaware o

Lisa's POVTwo weeks laterTwo weeks had passed since the day the world was pulled back from the edge of ruin, and still I could feel the remnants of Malrik’s curse lingering like shadows across my skin. Yet my body had healed, the torn muscles mended, the bones realigned, the exhaustion slowly replaced by something sturdier—resilience. My children had also recovered, their once-fading auras now glowing brighter with every sunrise. And the brothers—Enzo, Ash, Kael, and Atlas—though still carrying the scars of battle, stood taller than ever, their bond as unbreakable as iron.I sat by the window of my chamber, the curtains drawn open so the silver light of the moon could bathe me. It was the same moon that had witnessed my pain, my fall, my fight, and my survival. I breathed it in deeply, my chest rising and falling with the cool night air. The room smelled faintly of healing herbs that Calla and Mira had insisted I keep near my bed, though I no longer need

Third person POV The cavern reeked of smoke and ash, the remnants of Malrik’s dark magic fading slowly into the damp air. The heavy silence after his death felt almost unbearable, as though the earth itself was holding its breath. Lisa lay in Enzo’s arms, weakened but alive, her children clinging to her hands while the brothers formed a protective circle around them. The battle was over.When at last they emerged from the hideout, the light of day struck them with blinding brilliance. Outside, scores of shoulders—warriors from allied packs who had been waiting on the periphery—fell instantly to their knees. A wave of voices rose together, raw and reverent.“Hail the protectors!” one called.“Glory to the Alpha blood!” another shouted.The air vibrated with chants and bows as every warrior pressed their heads low to the ground. They hailed Lisa, the children, and the brothers—Enzo, Ash, Atlas, and Kael—as saviors who had delivered them fr

Third person POV The chamber thundered with the clash of two forces that were never meant to exist together. Shadows and storms, darkness and light, collided until the very foundations of the cavern cracked beneath the pressure.Lisa stood at the heart of it all, her body trembling yet unyielding, every inch of her glowing with the power coursing through her veins. Her children’s essence still clung to her, woven into the armor of her aura, giving her strength she did not even know she had. Her breath came in ragged gasps, but her eyes—those blazing storms—never left Malrik.The ancient wolf sneered, his skin stretched thin with the grotesque power that consumed him. His form flickered between flesh and shadow, his hands claws of condensed darkness, his teeth bared in a grin that promised carnage.“You’re a fool,” he hissed, his voice reverberating with otherworldly echoes. “Your parents begged for mercy as I took their power, and now you—child o

Third person POV The chamber stank of blood and burned magic, the air so thick with energy it trembled in every breath. Shadows slithered along the cracked walls, licking at the edges of the ritual circle where Lisa lay bound and broken. Her chest rose and fell faintly, her skin pale, every vein glowing faintly with the residue of Malrik’s corruption.But the children stood around her, small bodies trembling, eyes bright with determination far beyond their years. Elias was in front, his palms pressed to the ground as golden light bled from him, forming the first strands of the barrier. Aria lifted her arms, her lips moving in soundless whispers as the very air shifted, answering her call, weaving into the barrier as shimmering wind. Lyra’s tiny fingers danced over Lisa’s body, tracing protective symbols of power, strands of healing energy glowing like threads of silver around her mother.They were five years old, fragile in size but colossal in spirit.

Ryan’s heart was pounding in his chest, but he forced his feet to move. He had stood frozen for too long. Serena still hadn’t seen him. She was focused on breathing through her contractions, her hand gripping the railing as she took slow steps forward. His throat was dry. His palms were sweaty. But he couldn’t waste another second. “Serena.” The moment he spoke, she froze. Her body tensed, her grip on the railing tightening. Slowly—so slowly—she turned her head toward him. Her eyes widened, her lips parting slightly. “Ryan?” Ryan exhaled sharply. God, she was beautiful. Even in a hospital gown, with exhaustion written all over her face, she looked like the most stunning thing he had ever seen. His chest tightened. She was about to give birth to his child. And she had tried to keep it from him. “Why?” His voice was hoarse, raw with emotion. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Serena immediately turned away. “Not now, Ryan,” she muttered, trying to keep walking. But Ryan wasn’t le

The cold air of the ice rink bit at Ryan’s skin as he skated across the smooth surface, his breath coming out in white puffs. The crowd was cheering, the sound of sticks hitting the puck echoed through the large arena, and his teammates were yelling for him to pass the puck. But none of it registered. His mind was somewhere else. Or rather, with someone else. Serena. The moment Amy’s innocent little voice had blurted out the truth over the phone, Ryan had felt the world shift beneath his feet. She had been carrying his child for nine months. Nine months. And she hadn’t told him. The thought kept slamming into him like a freight train, making his grip on his hockey stick tighten, his movements stiff and uncoordinated. “Ryan, focus!” Ethan’s voice rang from behind him. Ryan barely heard him. Ethan must have noticed, because the next thing he knew, his best friend skated up beside him and knocked him hard on the shoulder. “Dude, what’s wrong with you? You look like you jus

The Christmas lights twinkled softly in Serena’s living room, casting a warm glow over the space. Snow was falling gently outside, covering the city in a soft white blanket. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled the air, courtesy of the cookies Emma had baked earlier. It was supposed to be a peaceful evening. But Serena was anything but peaceful. She sat on the couch, one hand resting on her very pregnant belly, while the other rubbed her forehead. She was exhausted. Nine months. She had managed to keep her pregnancy a complete secret for nine whole months. It hadn’t been easy—working from home, avoiding public appearances, making sure no one suspected anything. Emma had done an amazing job shielding her from the world. Even now, as her due date crept closer, Serena still wasn’t ready for the world to know. And most importantly, she wasn’t ready for Ryan to know. She sighed, leaning back into the cushions. Amy was sitting on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, her li

Emma had just stepped out of the shower when her phone started buzzing on the nightstand. She wrapped a towel around herself, quickly reaching for the device. A small smile tugged at her lips when she saw the name flashing across the screen. Ethan. She answered immediately, pressing the phone to her ear. “Hey, babe.” Ethan’s deep, familiar voice came through the line, warm and teasing. “Hey, beautiful. Busy?” Emma chuckled, settling onto the bed. “Not really. Just got out of the shower. Why? You sound suspiciously sweet today.” Ethan laughed. “Can’t a man be sweet to his girlfriend without suspicion?” “Not when that man is you,” Emma teased, shaking her head. “So, what’s up?” “Clear your schedule tonight,” Ethan said smoothly. “I’m taking you out.” Emma raised an eyebrow. “Out? Like… dinner?” “Dinner, yes,” Ethan confirmed. “But before that, I’m taking you shopping. You need something special to wear for tonight.” Emma’s heart did a little flip. “Ethan, you know I can pick

Serena had been feeling off for weeks. It had started with the constant nausea, the exhaustion that no amount of rest could fix, and the strange sensitivity to smells that had her gagging at the most unexpected moments. At first, she dismissed it as stress. Her life has been a whirlwind of events lately—Philip being exposed, Ryan trying to win her back, the scandal that nearly destroyed her company, and the overwhelming relief of regaining her reputation. It wasn’t surprising that her body was reacting to all of it. But when she could barely keep food down for three days in a row, Emma had stepped in. “You need to go to the hospital, Serena,” Emma had said firmly, standing in her office with her hands on her hips. Serena, who was slumped over her desk, groaned. “It’s just stress.” Emma arched her brow. “Stress makes you tired, moody, and maybe gives you headaches. Stress doesn’t make you throw up every morning for two weeks straight.” Serena sighed, pinching the bridge of her n

Serena sat in her office, staring out the large window at the city skyline. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the buildings, but she hardly noticed. Her mind was elsewhere, tangled in the mess of emotions she had been avoiding for weeks. Everything had changed. The truth about Philip. The revelation that Steve—the man who had helped her rebuild her life—was actually Ryan’s father. The scandal that had almost cost her everything. But most of all, Ryan. His presence in her life had once been something she had accepted begrudgingly. Their nights together, their moments of passion—it had all been something she had allowed herself to indulge in, telling herself that it didn’t mean anything. She had convinced herself that it was just sex. That her heart wasn’t involved. But now, as she sat alone in her office, she realized that Ryan had always been a storm in her life. And she was tired of storms. She exhaled, leaning back in her chair. She had fought so hard to re

Jane woke up in an abandoned warehouse north of the city.Because the wedding was tomorrow, Jane had been resting very early recently and even slept in separate rooms with Ethan.Ever since they started having sex, her husband's self-control seemed to evaporate every night, as if he wanted to make up for years of deprivation.It drained Jane of her energy, leaving her unable to wake up the next morning. Ivy had laughed about it at her expense for a long time.However, Jane did not expect to receive a call from the old folks' home the day before her wedding. They had said that her grandmother was dying and wanted to see her for the last time.After careful consideration, Jane decided to grant her request. Ethan had been very busy recently as most of his businesses were conducted domestically now.Now, Ethan had changed and was stepping into new shoes as a new man, so Jane chose to pop down and come back without disturbing him.Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped into the ward, her gra

Jane was stunned silly, his father had gone that far?“Jane?...”“Continue, I'm listening. How did he even know her in the first place?”“He had an ulterior motive that he didn't want to handle directly so when Claire orchestrated the accident that took the Owens' lives, he secretly contacted her and threatened her with it.”“She was only too ready to comply with his orders. Claire had initially thought that Cassidy and I would be married when we were older and she apparently… liked me.”“So she figured marrying me as Cassidy would solve that for her but you came into the picture, she was receptive to my father's orders.”“He had told her to get you out of the house in anyway possible and he would take it from there…”“So?”“He arranged the robbery… when your passport was stolen. You would be stuck there if you didn't have it.”“He had arranged for you to meet Brock Davenport at the hospital so he would take you with him…”“Hold on, so Brock knew?”“He was in on it because my father p

Ethan's eyes went wide, Bruce put his hands on his head and Arnold stumbled a bit.The officer finally decided he had had enough and left after tucking the speeding ticket into Bruce's pocket. He shook his head and mumbled, “Rich people and their problems”.When he had come out to work today, he had not expected to see the drama from the novellas his wife always watched in real life.The other guards stood by silently, watching and wishing they had not given in to this Young Miss. She wouldn't have been able to come here on her own.Jane clenched her fists and finally decided she had had enough and she let her words out without filtering them one bit.“Now listen here, you poor excuse of a noblesse daughter,” Everyone's eyes went wide, “I do not care where you have come from, your money, title or none of that shit.”“That is all you will say in front of me. You open your gutter and utter one more word, I will make sure to give you what your abductors did not.”“A new facial reconstruc

Jane sneered at the television in disdain and picked up her phone to call Bruce.When he finally picked up, she stated abruptly, “Tell your Young Master not to come back!”“He should not set foot in the villa. I have changed the passcode so he shouldn't bother with anything.”__________Bruce was stunned and immediately walked up to Ethan who was on his way out after the conference was done.“Young Master, the Young Madam called.”A smile bloomed on his stoic face at the mention of his Jane.“She said not to bother coming back and that she has changed the passcode of the villa.”Ethan's smile fell and an overwhelming sense of panic set in, he ran off to the parking lot with Bruce hot on his tail, both ignoring the calls of Cassidy.He got to the car and frantically gestured for Arnold to unlock it. They both got in with a confused but alert Arnold wondering what the problem was.“To the villa, as fast as you can go!”Arnold started the car and raced out of the parking lot, no one noti

Ethan opened his eyes first and glanced at the alarm clock on his own bedside table. It read 6:00am, he turned to admire his wife with her hair fanned out on the pillow.Smiling at the memory of last night, he tucked a stray lock of hair away from her face. It had taken some time and serious work to convince her but he did.He had to go pick up Cassidy from the abductors’ den. His guards had infiltrated the den the night before and rounded them up in minutes.They were no match for these ones as they were former mercenaries he had given shelter, a job and a new life.Ethan got up reluctantly to take a shower. All he wanted to do was stay with his little wife in bed and cuddle.He would have that soon enough, bringing back the annoying little critter was more important at the moment since his jet was more convenient than a commercial flight.Shooting Bruce a text to pick him up, he then proceeded to accessorize before planting two kisses on her lips and forehead.He left once Bruce let

Jane's eyes fluttered open and the soreness of her lady bits hit her like a train, she recalled what had happened and blushed. She had finally consummated her marriage.The rumbling of her stomach jolted her from her thoughts, she was hungry. She sniffed the air and smiled, he was in the kitchen.She had a quick shower and tip toed out of the room, she peeked into the kitchen and watched her husband's back muscles ripple as he plated the pasta he just cooked.“Jane, baby, get over here and sit. I can feel your eyes on my back,” he chuckled and she scrunched her nose as she blushed in embarrassment.“That's impossible, how did you know?” She took a seat at the kitchen island and beamed at her plate.“I heard you close the bedroom door. Letting the door close noisily is not exactly wise if you were trying to sneak up on me.”He pinched her cheeks still rosy from her shower. She dug into the pasta with gusto, moaning at the first bite.Ethan swallowed as his brain fed him with flashbacks