Novels by Sharbie

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

Chapter EightShe Was Here First“You’re not the first girl I’ve done this with.”That’s how he started.No warning. No softening of the blow.Just those words conveniently wrapped in steel and stabbed ruthlessly into my chest like a knife. I didn’t speak, I couldn’t. My throat felt tight, my skin flushed, but not with heat this time.With shame and jealousy.“She followed you,” Damon said. “Because she’s been waiting and watching me ever since I ended it.”I stared at him.“You… ended it?”He nodded once. “Two years ago. She didn’t take it well.”“What was her name?”“Elena.”My stomach flipped.“Elena,” I repeated. “And what was she to you?”He exhaled through his nose. “My daughter’s best friend.”I went cold. It was like being doused in ice water.“You—” My voice broke. “You fucked Lila’s best friend before me?”“Yes.”“And you thought I wouldn’t care?”“I didn’t plan on caring either,” he said, eyes dark. “But then I met you.”I laughed—it sounded sharp, bitter and ugly.“So this

Chapter SevenHis World, His RulesI didn’t sleep.Not because Damon kept touching me—though he did.It was how he touched me. Like he didn’t know where I ended and he began. Like he was mapping me into memory, studying the way I breathed, the way I sighed, the way my thigh twitched when he dragged his fingertips over my skin.He didn’t speak much. Just watched me.And kissed my shoulder.And rubbed circles into my hipbone.By morning, I wasn’t sure who I was anymore.I sat up in his bed, my hair a mess, my dress discarded somewhere on the floor, his t-shirt stretched over my body.Damon was already awake.He was sitting in the chair by the window, shirtless, wearing only black slacks, a coffee mug balanced in one hand.“You don’t sleep,” I said, rubbing my eyes.“Not well.”“Because of me?”His eyes flicked to mine. “Because I want you more than I should.”I swallowed.The room felt charged again. Like the night had never ended. Like it would never end.“I should go,” I said, though

Chapter SixUnder the Table, Over the EdgeThe restaurant was too nice for my dress.That’s what I thought the moment we walked in—Damon beside me, Lila on his other side, all three of us bathed in soft lighting and surrounded by the quiet murmur of polished diners.He insisted on taking us out to celebrate Lila’s internship offer.And I—fool that I am—agreed.Because I thought I could sit across from him in public and behave.Because I thought he could keep his hands to himself.I was wrong.From the moment I slid into the booth across from him, I saw the heat in his eyes. The tightness in his jaw. The way his hand balled into a fist in his lap when I crossed my legs.It was going to be a problem.Especially when Lila got up to go to the restroom.“You’re going to behave,” I whispered, picking up my wine.He didn’t blink. “No.”“You can’t—Damon—”His foot nudged mine under the table.Then again. Up. Slow. To my calf.I nearly choked on the wine.“You’re insane.”His voice was like a

Chapter FiveClose Calls and Closer BodiesThere was something sinful about sneaking through his house, knowing his daughter was just a wall away. Something that made me wetter before he even touched me.I wasn’t supposed to love it. I wasn’t supposed to crave it.But I did.Every whisper of danger, heavy look across the dinner table and phantom graze of his fingers when he passed behind me in the kitchen. Damon knew how to torture without laying a hand on me.And I was getting addicted to the ache.I came to him before dinner that night just twenty minutes before the lasagna in the oven finished heating. He’d left his study door cracked open and I took it as an invitation and slipped in silently.He didn’t look up from his laptop.“Lock the door.”The command slid down my spine like a caress.I turned the lock.He didn’t say anything else, just pushed back from the desk, spread his knees wide, and patted his thigh.My throat went dry.I walked over slowly, eyes locked on his, pulse s

Chapter FourThe Trouble with MorningsI woke to the sound of the shower running. For a split second, I didn’t remember where I was then I looked around.Gray sheets, hardwood floors, leather armchair in the corner, his scent in the air.Damon’s room.I stretched under his covers, completely bare, sore in the best ways possible.The bathroom door cracked open. Steam spilled out. Then came Damon—damp, towel slung low on his hips, chest glistening with his hair slicked back.He froze when he saw me awake, blinking like he hadn’t expected me to still be there.“You stayed.”“Is that a problem?”He shook his head slowly, eyes dark. “No.”I sat up and the sheet fell around my waist. His gaze dropped instantly.“I didn’t hear you get up,” I said.“You looked too peaceful.”“I was wrecked.”“I remember.”He came closer. Sat on the edge of the bed, hand sliding over my bare thigh. “You always sleep naked?”“No.”He raised a brow. “So just for me?”“You make clothes feel… irrelevant.”He leane

Chapter ThreeDon’t Make Me Regret ThisWe didn’t speak for fifteen minutes.He cleaned me up with a towel from the kitchen drawer like it was just another day—like we hadn’t just completely ruined the sanctity of the breakfast counter.I watched him the whole time. Still seated, tank top wrinkled and breasts bare. He didn’t look me in the eye.“Are you going to pretend that didn’t happen?” I asked softly.He paused, the towel in his hand going still.“No,” he said. “But I should.”I pulled my shirt back into place, tugging it over my chest. My thighs still trembled. “I’m not a child, Damon.”His eyes finally met mine. “You think I don’t know that?”“Then what’s the problem?”He stepped closer, hands braced on the counter beside me, trapping me again without touching.“The problem is you’re not just some woman I hooked up with. You’re Lila’s best friend. You’re barely out of college. You’re—” He looked away, jaw tight. “Off limits.”“Then why did you do it?”His hands balled into fist

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

Beta Ash's POVI sat in the far corner of the garden, my back against one of the wooden trellises, a stack of documents balanced on my lap. The late afternoon sunlight was warm but not harsh, casting shifting shadows from the vines above me onto the papers. My pen scratched across the page, pausing every now and then as I tried to find the perfect way to phrase certain points in my speech.Enzo had made it clear — the meeting tonight had to be sharp, precise, and commanding. As Beta, I was to open it with a formal address before handing over to him. Normally, I could handle such tasks with ease, but today, my focus kept drifting.Because a few feet away, through a wall of flowering shrubs, I could hear soft footsteps and the faint rustle of a dress.I tilted my head slightly and there she was — Lisa. She was standing with her back to me, looking up at the sky for a moment before crouching to examine some flowers. Her hair caught the sunlight in a

Lisa's POVI was curled up on my bed, one leg tucked under me, absentmindedly running my fingers along the seams of my pillow when a knock came at my door.Before I could answer, Calla popped her head in, grinning like she’d just won a lottery.“Guess what I brought,” she said in that singsong tone she used whenever she wanted to bribe me into doing something.I sat up. “If it’s anything green and pretending to be healthy, take it back.”She stepped inside, holding up a tray with chips and a bottle of juice. “Do I look like I’m trying to torture you? It’s the salted kind you like.”I reached over quickly, grabbing the chips before she could change her mind. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. You may enter.”She laughed, closing the door behind her and settling onto the chair by my desk. I popped a chip into my mouth, savoring the salty crunch, but the way she kept shifting in her seat didn’t escape me.I narrowed my

Bryan's POV I shoved another folded shirt into my bag, not bothering to smooth it out. I’m not the type to pack neatly. A week’s worth of clothing, some documents, my dagger, and that was it. If I needed anything else, I’d just take it when I got there. Henry sat on the edge of my bed, swinging his leg like a bored child. “You pack like a savage,” he muttered, watching me shove a jacket in on top of the shirts. I gave him a side-eye. “I fight like one too. You volunteering for a demonstration?” He smirked. “Oh, I’d win.” I zipped the bag halfway, leaned against it, and smirked back. “Henry, if I even breathe aggressively in your direction, you’ll start writing your will.” He snorted and leaned back on his palms. “So scary.” The banter was pointless, but we always fell into it whenever he was around. Maybe it was our way of testing boundaries without actually killing each other. O

Atlas's POVI had been looking for Lisa all morning. I knocked on her door once, twice, and then a third time, but there was no answer. For a moment, I wondered if she’d managed to sneak out of the pack house—which would be bold even for someone like her—but then I spotted Calla walking past with a basket of clean linens.“Where’s Lisa?” I asked, stepping into her path.Calla blinked at me as if I had just asked for her entire life story. “She’s at the garden,” she said, adjusting the basket on her hip. “Why? You planning to start a garden war with her too?”I smirked. “Don’t be jealous that I’m her favorite person to argue with.”Calla rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. “If you ask me, she barely tolerates you.”I grinned, ignoring her jab, and jogged off in the direction of the garden. The morning sun was warm, the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers filling the air. I spotted her instantly—Lisa, crouched near a row of potte

Bryan's POVI woke up that morning with the usual heaviness in my chest. Council meetings were never my thing, mostly because I was always treated like a spoiled heir who knew nothing beyond lifting a spoon to my mouth. But today, something in me simmered with defiance. Maybe it was Knox’s son Cyrus mocking me during horse training the other day, or maybe it was the way Father barely acknowledged my existence unless it involved marriage arrangements or scolding. Either way, I decided I wasn’t going to sit through another meeting looking like a complete fool.I dressed simply but sharply—black slacks, a tailored shirt, and boots polished enough to see my reflection in them. When I stepped into the dining hall for breakfast, Father was already there, seated at the head of the table like some great warlord planning his next conquest. He glanced up at me, his expression unreadable.“You’re ready,” he said flatly, sipping from his cup.“Yes, Father,” I replied. My to

Beta Ash's POVThe sun was just beginning to rise when I stood in the courtyard, a stack of sealed letters in my hand. Each one bore Enzo’s insignia—the mark of our pack. Today wasn’t a day for small talk or procrastination. Enzo had asked me to summon the Alphas for an emergency meeting. The tension surrounding the rogue attacks had escalated, and we couldn’t afford to sit idle while the threats grew stronger.“Make sure these get to every Alpha personally,” I instructed the young couriers lined up before me. My voice was sharp, not because I was angry, but because I needed them to understand the weight of their task. “No delays. Baron, Rowland, Knox—every one of them must know this is urgent. Ride through the night if you have to.”They all nodded, gripping the leather pouches like their lives depended on it. In a way, they did. Failure wasn’t an option.I handed the last letter to the fastest rider among them, a wiry boy with determination in his eyes. “This one i