Novels by NOBLE PINK

In my nine years at the front, I abstained from masturbating. The one woman in my life was Sasha. We grew close as she prepared our meals, though I never loved her, nor did I hate her. She was a decent, beautiful woman, and not a murderer. Sasha would never kill, even in self-defense. But now, I must cast her aside to focus on my marriage to Lara.Lara could be innocent or guilty. My doubts began when I saw a sack she'd hidden for an escape. I need to be with her to avenge Max. I'll "nail her and kill her just the way she killed you." I keep her in a dark passage, not far from me, but not in my room where Max's picture stares at me from the wall.I need to marry her soon, to crown her Luna. With the merging party a few days away, the marriage should happen before the packs merge. "We'll celebrate our victory," I think, "five years is a long time away, and winning the war is a reason to celebrate." Part of me feels terrible marrying a woman who might have killed my brother, but another

LARAA shrill, familiar voice broke the spell. "I have been knocking on this door for the longest time, but got no response," Eveline said, her eyes narrowing as she pushed me back into the room. Her gaze swept over me, and I felt her disgust as if it were a physical blow. Her expensive dress and perfect hair spoke of her intent—she had come here to seduce Alpha Jerry. Her disappointment at finding me was a bitter, palpable thing."Alpha Jerry, she is in your room with you," she accused, her voice dripping with venom. "We all agreed she remains in the wood until evidence is given.""I am not answerable to you, Eveline," Jerry replied, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. I shrank into a corner, my body trembling, my mind desperately searching for an escape route. Just then, Henry walked in. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. "I will take her back to the pit," he snarled at me, then, to Eveline, "You stay with the Alpha." He didn't wait for a respons

LARAMy eyes fluttered open to the softest light I had ever known, and a scent of clean linen and cedar that was utterly foreign. I was in a massive bed, and next to me, standing by the headboard, was Alpha Jerry. My heart hammered against my ribs, and I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the scene to be a dream. I should have been in the pit, the cold, hard earth beneath me, the ants a familiar, crawling torment. Not here, not in this soft, warm bed, with him."Get the doctor," I heard Alpha Jerry's voice, laced with urgency. "She opened her eyes, but she’s gone back to sleep."Oh no. What had happened? I felt a cool hand on my wrist, and then another gently lift my eyelid. It was the doctor. There was no point in pretending anymore. I opened my eyes again and sat up abruptly, a wave of dizziness washing over me."How are you doing, Lara?" the man asked, introducing himself as Doctor James, the pack doctor. Alpha Jerry immediately stepped closer, his presence a heavy weight in the room.

ALPHA JERRYThe crowd's fury was a palpable thing, a hot, suffocating air that pressed in on her from all sides. They were a single, venomous entity, their accusations a constant hum of hatred. And there she was, at the center of it all, a fragile, silver-haired girl who looked as if she had just dropped from the moon. I had never seen such innocent beauty in my life. She was the one they all accused of my brother’s death, but I couldn't bring myself to believe it.I knew I was in a complicated position. Sasha was out there waiting for me to return to her, but a promise I had made to her felt distant now. "I am sorry, Sasha," I whispered to myself, "but I have to find out the truth about my brother’s killer, and to do that, I must get close to his widow, the suspect." My logical mind told me this was a necessary step. My heart, however, was already betraying me. I tried to convince myself that I wasn't falling for her—no, I couldn't be. I would publicly reject her if I confirmed she k

"What do you mean you didn't kill him?" Alpha Jerry stood over his brother's still body on the floor, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that shook the very air. He knelt, his large hands checking his brother's pulse, his gaze sweeping over Max's empty eyes. He looked up at me, his face a mask of terrifying fury. "What have you done to him?" he cried, burying his head against Max’s chest.I could only shake my head, tears streaming down my face. My pleas were silent, stuck in my throat, but Henry’s voice filled the void, poisoning Jerry's mind. "She must have done something to him," Henry insisted, his words dripping with venom. "Max was strong yesterday; he couldn't have just died.""Get this evil woman out of here and throw her in the dungeon," Henry ordered the guards, who had rushed in the moment they heard the Alpha's scream. I was dragged away like a common criminal, the chains on my wrists and ankles biting into my skin. I was thrown into a cold, dark pit, and the heavy cover sl

No. This isn’t how people die.The thought hammered in my head, a frantic, desperate beat against the silence of the room. Just a few minutes ago, he was smiling, his eyes sparkling with a glint of cruel excitement. He can't be dead. Not now. Not like this."Wake up, please," I wailed, shaking his limp body with a force born of pure panic. I couldn’t grasp the moment, couldn't comprehend how this tragedy had unfolded. My mind raced, searching for a way to undo it, to rewind time, but there was no going back.Desperation clawed at my throat, suffocating the screams I longed to release. In a frantic, almost delirious haze, I began to shed my clothes. "Here's my body, Max," I whispered, the words trembling on my lips as I tore my robe open, standing naked and exposed. My vagina pink and inviting, I was sure it was. And my innocent breasts and nipples pointing at him but he made no move, "You said you wanted to touch it, didn't you? Now you can," I cried even harder.But he remained stil

AustinI don’t remember the exact moment grief stopped feeling sharp and started tasting like guilt. But it’s been stuck in my mouth for days now like a bitter, unshakable taste. I sat on the edge of my bed, head hanging low, my mom’s photo in my hand. She looked like I remembered in this one, smiling softly, a knowing glint in her eye. Her brown curls fell loosely around her face, her blue eyes looking so alive. God, I miss her.They said time heals. They didn’t say it would twist me into someone I barely recognize. I didn’t cry at her funeral. I didn’t scream. I just stood there like a statue, cold and unreachable. They called me unfeeling and said I was a psychopath for not shedding a tear. But the truth was, I was hurting. Just like my father.Speak of the devil. My phone buzzed with a message from him. "Dinner tonight. 7 PM. Governor Kalu will be there. Bring Reina. She’s family now."I blinked. Reina?We hadn’t spoken in over a week. Not really. We just shared sideways glances i

AustinI didn’t know how to feel. Scratch that—I knew, I just didn’t want to admit it.My dad marrying the mother of the dork I tease at school? That was low-key insane. Out of all the women in the city, heck, in the country, he had to choose her? Reina’s mom? The one who sells cheap flowers at the downtown street market in that dusty little kiosk that always smells like overripe lilies?It made no sense.Worse, now Reina was going to be part of my family. Family.Just thinking about it gave me a headache.Reina Grimes, the scholarship girl with oversized sweaters and those weird drawings in her notebook. The quiet, awkward, totally beneath the Reed name. But somehow, she managed to get under my skin.It wasn’t like I had a thing for her, hell no. But something about the way she reacts to me always made my day a little more interesting.The way her cheeks flush when I call her “charity case.” The way her lips tighten like she’s trying not to scream. And those icy blue, sharp eyes burn

ReinaWhen I got close, he seemed to be deeply engrossed in a conversation with one of his friends."Hey, Winnie," I called at his friend who sneered at me and walked away like I didn't exist.With a scowl, Austin turned and his expression only hardened. "What do you want?"I swallowed but before I could speak, he was stepping closer. Too close. "Listen to me, weirdo. I already told you to stay away from me. You and your thieving mom."My chest squeezed but I couldn't just let that slide, so I grabbed his arm with both hands and pushed him in the chest."No, you listen to me! You don't get to tell me what to do. Okay? And you don't you dare call my mom a thief!""Well, what is she? Less than two months into courting and she already wants a ring." The people around us seemed oblivious to our bickering and I was grateful for that. Especially since I could practically feel his weight crushed on mine, pressing me against the counter.My heart was racing, but it wasn't because I was scared

ReinaI had never seen him shirtless but seeing him like that made it seem like I had just walked into a dangerous zone. Yet, I couldn't look away. He smelled like a heavenly mix of mint and pine, which only added to my embarrassment.For what felt like an eternity, we stared at each other. His eyes widened slightly before narrowing into slits, taking in my bra and shorts. His jaw tightened and his hand clenched around the towel. The silence was deafening, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum."What the hell are you doing in my room?" he barked, breaking the spell."This isn't your room," I said, my voice shakier than I would have liked. "This is mine!" I insisted, pointing at my bag, my heart racing faster than a cheetah on the Serengeti.He took a step closer, his towel slipping slightly. "And what makes you think that?" His eyes narrowed, and I could feel the anger radiating off him."My bag," I murmured, pointing at it again. "It's right there."He strode over to it, his musc

ReinaAustin and I shared a hateful glare from across the table as Brock and my mom were too busy clinging to each other and laughing.I knew what that glare said. I could translate it anywhere. And it meant, "I don't trust you one bit."As if he could read my mind, he finally spoke, his gaze panning towards his dad."If I were you, I'd be more careful so I don’t become the exploited. I thought that was one lesson of becoming a successful politician."My face burned with anger and embarrassment mixed in one. I wanted to reach out and smack the shit out of his face. Yes. That same face that turned to me and had a smirk on it as he leaned back on his chair and continued to stare at me.It must have been a week since the devastating news of my mother getting married to the father of a guy who absolutely hates my guts. That morning, I had intentions of making it be as good a day as possible. Until my door creaked open and my mother walked in, still in her nightdress."Good morning, darlin

ReinaIt was day six of staying home but nothing remained the same. Mom was constantly receiving calls that she would receive away from me. On days she didn't receive these calls, she would rush out in the evening, leaving me with a note that read "Be back soon." It was unlike her.Then, she called me into her room. She was dressed in a red silk dress, looking stunning and nervous. "Reina, sweetie, I need you to put on something nice. We're going out for dinner tonight.""Okay, sure. Where to?" I asked, playing along with her sudden burst of energy."To this fancy place downtown. It's called 'Le Coeur'. You'll love it." Her eyes twinkled as she spoke, and for a second, she looked so young and happy.Le Coeur was indeed fancy. The chandeliers were so bright, they could outshine the sun. The walls were adorned with gold and velvet. The smell of gourmet food wafted through the air, making my stomach grumble. We were led to a private section of the restaurant, and I noticed a man sitting