Novels by Nooriva

It was a long night. Victoria had been in labor for hours, and I could see the exhaustion on her face. Sweat slicked her forehead, and her grip on my hand tightened with each contraction."Easy... easy..." I whispered, trying to keep her calm, but she wasn’t hearing it. She was too focused on the pain."Push!" the nurse said, her voice sharp and clear. Victoria squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a loud cry of frustration."Push! You’ve got this, Victoria," I said, doing my best to be encouraging. She glared at me between breaths."Yeah, right. You’re the one who put me in this position!" she shot back, her voice strained. I knew better than to argue.The nurse was moving around, adjusting equipment, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I wasn’t about to leave her side. I stood by her, rubbing her back as she gave another push.The nurse gave me a knowing look as she prepared to leave. “We’ll be right outside,” she said, before heading for the door. But I wasn’t going anywhere.“No, I’ll stay

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“You! You did this!” the president bellowed, his finger shaking as it pointed at me.I raised my hands, smirking. “Easy now. I didn’t do anything, alright?”“I'm disappointed at the kind of games you've played Mr President. First you tried sabotaging my image, now you plan on killing me?” Nikoali walked in, he took a glass of wine and drank. “Interesting…you wanted to kill my brother? After everything I've done for you!?” I asked, shaking my head. “Indeed, you are a fool. What was running through your head!” Nikolai set the empty glass down with a deliberate clink, his cold eyes never leaving the chaos in the room. "The president’s ambition always outweighed his intelligence. I warned you, didn’t I? But you never listen."I stepped forward, my boots clicking against the marble floor as I faced the dying man on the ground. Blood seeped through his shirt, pooling beneath him, yet his defiance still flickered in his eyes.“You wanted to kill my brother?" I repeat

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:The car pulled over at the grand event hall. I adjusted my suit and stepped out. Nikolai wasn’t answering his calls, and it had been hours.Inside, I searched the room, weaving through the crowd of politicians and officials. Finally, I spotted him on the upper level, speaking to a high-ranking senator.I headed straight for them. Nikolai saw me coming, his expression tightening for a split second before he spoke.“Vince,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d be here this soon.”“Clearly,” I replied.Nikolai excused the senator, and the man left without a word. Once it was just the two of us, I didn’t waste any time. “What the hell are you doing here?”“I’ve been calling you,” I said, my voice sharp. “No answer. I didn’t want to call Dad, Mom, or your wife to tell them your life is in danger.”Nikolai raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, ‘my life is in danger’? I’m fine, Vince.”“No, you’re not.” I stepped closer. “Mr. President ordered a one-point-and-shoot strategy

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:"I love how you play these games, Charles. Coming into my house and trying to kill my wife? Really?" I walked toward the man tied to the chair, his face disfigured from repeated punches and his fingers chopped off. He was gagged, of course—I didn’t want to hear his excuses for trying to harm my wife."What was it? The money? How did you even get into my house with all that security, huh?" I watched as he tried to move—was he thinking of running? I couldn’t be sure, but I loved the way fear radiated from his face.He muffled a sound as I gave him a shallow cut across his cheek."Is that a cry?" I muttered, leaning closer, locking eyes with the man tied to the chair. "Alright, just nod. That’s all I need from you. Who sent you?"He thrashed, muffling something behind the gag."Oh, right. The gag." I yanked it off, watching as he gasped, blood trickling from his split lip. "Now, talk. Was it the Senator? Yes? No?"His breath hitched, his words tumbling out in a rus

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:The silence between Little Mouse and me was deafening, weighted with all the things I’d done wrong. Every marriage has its storms, but this—this was a hurricane of my own making. She is my goddess, my entire world, and I’d be a fool to let my thoughtless actions tear apart what we have.I needed to apologize—not just with words but with my soul.I walked to her room and knocked gently. The sound barely broke the air, but I knew she heard it. She turned away, her back now to the door, and my heart sank further.She was angry, hurt. I could feel it radiating from her, and I had no one to blame but myself.I stepped inside, my breath heavy with guilt. As I approached the bed, I spoke, my voice raw and trembling with emotion.“Baby,” I began softly, “I’m sorry. I endangered you and our babies, but most of all, I broke your heart.”The words caught in my throat, but I pushed on, sinking to my knees beside her. “Please, forgive me. I can’t go on like this. It’s tearin

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:Some things never change. I was in my office, going through files and preparing for the next patient. The door opened, and a woman stepped in, followed by a man who looked like he didn’t want to be here.“Good afternoon,” I said, motioning for them to sit. “I’m Dr. Vincenzo. How can I help today?”“My name is Gloria,” the woman said, her voice shaky. “This is my husband, Daniel. We, uh, just came in for some tests.”I nodded, looking at their files. “Alright, I see the test results are in. Let’s go over them.”She sat up a little straighter, her hands folded tightly in her lap. “Is something wrong?”I took a deep breath, keeping my tone calm. “Gloria, one of the tests shows you have an infection—it's a sexually transmitted infection.”Her face went blank for a second, like she didn’t quite understand what I said. “What? No… that can’t be right.”The man, Daniel, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Gloria looked at him, her voice growing a little more anxious. “Da

Leonardo:I woke before the sun was fully up, the mansion still cloaked in silence. Chris was fast asleep beside me, his face finally relaxed without that constant edge of control and calculation. For a moment, I lingered, watching him, my chest tightening. He looked so peaceful like this-so different from the man everyone feared.I whispered softly, "You'd never forgive me if you knew," and carefully slipped out of bed.I dressed quickly, slipping into jeans and a sweater, quiet as a shadow. Before leaving, I gave him one last glance. His hand twitched slightly in his sleep, and for a fleeting second, I almost changed my mind. Almost.But then I closed the door behind me.Downstairs, the guards were already stationed. One of them raised a brow as I approached."Miss Isabella," he greeted cautiously, "you're heading out?""Yes." I forced a small smile. "I'm just meeting a friend at Starbucks. Nothing dangerous."The other guard frowned. "We'll need clearance from the Boss."I exhaled.

Christopher Gravemoor:Having her at my mercy is nothing short of an euphoria, nothing could fill this feeling I pride myself in, day in and day out I've imagined her under me and right now she pleads to pleasure me, she begs to have me inside her. In a dark tone, hinting full dominance and control,"Kneel" She went down on her knees compelled by the sound of my voice. I could see right through her eyes how much she wanted to prove herself. This is Isabella, the same person who refused out chemistry because of our family fake bond. Now, we get to accept and love each other the way we truly desire.She looked into my eyes and I pushed my zipper to her face, indirectly telling her what to do. Her innocence in the blow job gives me all the thrills. I am going to be the first man she's ever given a blow job."Gake the zipper down." I hoarsely instructed. She raised her beautiful manicured fingers towards my zipper, she slowly pulled it, making sure to linger on a bit, I let out

Isabella Leonardo:The sunlight filtered through the curtains when my phone buzzed against the nightstand. I reached for it lazily, expecting some news headline or a spam message, but the name flashing across the screen jolted me fully awake.Naomi.I hesitated before answering, feeling guilty for not always reaching out. Still, I pressed the green button and brought the phone to my ear."Hello?" I said."Isabella!" Naomi's cheerful tone rang through, almost too bright for morning. "Finally, you pick up my call. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."I sat up in bed, rubbing my temple. "I've just been... busy. A lot has been going on.""Well, lucky for you, I'm here to take some of that stress off." Naomi chuckled lightly. "How about coffee this morning? Starbucks. My treat."I froze, my fingers tightening around the phone. Coffee at Starbucks. That sounded innocent enough, but nothing was ever innocent in my world anymore. "I don't think that's a good idea," I said slowly.H

Isabella Leonardo:The shrill ping of my phone dragged me awake. I reached out blindly, fingers curling around the device. The bright screen stung my eyes, but the headline was impossible to miss.Popular Billionaire Christopher Gravemoor spotted with baby mama Ruby Thompson at Gravemoor Empire...I sat up straight in bed, my chest tightening. Ruby again. The woman's name was plastered everywhere lately, and each time it clawed its way deeper into this house, into Chris's life, into Amara's innocence. SighI scrolled further, but the article was more of the same-pity shots of Ruby looking distraught outside the gates, claims about "wanting to see her child." It was designed to make Chris look cold, unyielding....not that the latter cares.I shut the phone off with a groan and pushed myself out of bed. I needed to check on Amara.The corridors were quiet when I went down the stairs. I half-expected to see Chris's men stationed stiffly around, but even they seemed subdued. I followed t

Christopher :The next morning, I buried myself in work. The office was quiet, the steady scratching of my pen against paper the only sound as I signed document after document. I needed the distraction-something to keep my mind from replaying Isabella's voice over and over again."It was a matter of life and death and I couldn't risk Amara's life "A knock came at the door. Collins stepped inside, his face grave."Boss," he said carefully, "we've got a situation outside the gates."I set the pen down and leaned back in my chair. "What kind of situation?"He hesitated. "It's Ruby. She's outside causing... a scene."My eyes narrowed. "Ruby?"Damned bitch!Collins nodded once. "Yes, sir. She's making noise, claiming she only wants to see her child. Paparazzi have already gathered. It's turning into a spectacle. You need to see this yourself boss" He said again. I exhaled slowly, the fury already boiling under my skin. "Let's go."We walked out of the building together, Even before we

Christopher Gravemoor;I leaned back in my chair, staring at the closed door after Isabella left. Something about the way she'd asked for permission gnawed at me. Three hours, she'd said. Work. She'd smiled, careful, almost too careful.Christopher Gravemoor didn't buy it.My instincts had been sharpened by blood and betrayal, and they were screaming at me now. In this business, when things felt off, they usually were. And Isabella... she had no idea how many vultures circled around us.I reached for the phone on my desk and dialed a number only a handful of men in the world knew. The line clicked, then a voice answered."Boss.""Shadow team," I said, my tone low and clipped. "Release them."There was a pause. "Target??""Isabella," I replied. The word tasted bitter on my tongue. "She's going out. I want two on her tail at all times. No contact, no interference. She doesn't know. Understand?""Yes, sir."I ended the call, my fingers drumming against the polished wood of my desk. It w

Federico:Still sitting with Stephen, Max, and Candice, the three masters flanking me in a row, their faces carved from concentration. The trainees move like chess pieces below—tense, lithe, ready. I glance at the Godfather’s list on my phone. Aaron’s name is on it. Fifth down. A coincidence and a timing that tastes like fate.Aaron steps into the spar ground with that loose confidence of someone who’s been winning since he learned to breathe. Tall, broad-shouldered. The crowd hushes. He moves to the center, bounces on his toes, throws a casual jab into the air as if testing gravity.PfftThen Rose walks in.She’s steady on her feet, closer to normal than she was yesterday, though every breath she takes is a small battle. She meets Aaron at the opposite side of the ring. For a moment they stand like two planets deciding whether to collide. Aaron leans in, close enough that his breath fogs the space between them. He whispers something into her ear. I can’t make out the words from here

Chapter 59Rose:The spar ground looked like something pulled from an old legend, torches shoved into iron brackets around the perimeter, their flames glowing in the night air and throwing the fighters’ shadows long and jagged across the packed earth. The smell of smoke mixed with sweat and fear. Every sound, the snap of a leather strap, the quiet clang of armor, the soft murmur of the crowd—seemed amplified beneath the night sky.I stood at the edge of the ring, palms white around the rail. Federico sat opposite me on the raised platform, the three masters.Stephen, Mad max and Mrs grumpy, flanking him like judges at some grim coronation. Pfft. He had a wooden box in front of him, the papers inside folded and creased from the day’s use. That box decided fates. That box had rolled coins, drawn names, and now it would hand down the next humbling.“Are you ready for tonight ?” Natalie had whispered when she’d come to stand beside me, eyes bright with a mix of nerves and something stubbor

58Federico Di Grazia:Ping!A message notification came the moment I stepped out of the clinic. My phone buzzed twice—a vibration I’d learned to recognize long before I ever joined the Godfather’s system. I stopped under the awning of the training ground, the morning wind carrying the faint scent of steel polish and sweat from the arena below.I didn’t need to open the message to know what it was. Orders.Still, I tapped the screen.FROM: The GodfatherSUBJECT: Cleansing ListDETAIL: Complete in 48 hours. No excuses. LOCATION: GPS on your screen.There were five names. All familiar. All liabilities to the operation if they continued living. The fifth name caught my attention—someone inside the Tier 3 division. And now he expects me to annihilate one of my own?“Of course,” I muttered, locking the phone. My reflection stared back at me in the glass door—eyes hard, mouth set. The face of a man who’d long forgotten what peace looked like.The Godfather didn’t tolerate delay. He’d ma

Rose Sinclair;I tried to open my eyes, but it seemed too heavy, I couldn't move my limbs or muscles. I felt so weak, like I had no bones or joints. After what seemed like forever, my eyes finally opened and I barely adjusted to my surroundings when I felt another pair of hands on mine.I adjusted my body a bit, to clearly see who it was, the figure had their head down, and was clad in black clothes.The grim reaper must have slept on duty…….I laid back down, as exhaustion washed over me again.A few hours later…….I woke up again, and this time the figure in black had left. I tried to move my limbs, and with a lot of effort, I could move my fingers. I thought I was completely alone until I heard a familiar voice, one that I know too well.“look who is up…….my favourite champ and group leader.” Marvel squeals, I internally rolled my eyes. I wasn't in the mood for that talk right now.“You were amazing in there, so witful, smart, clever…... .damn! I wish I was on your team. At least,

Federico DI Grazia: "YOU ALL CAN’T JUST STAND THERE AND LET HER LEAD US!" Beatrice shrieked, turning to the crowd. "She’s clearly not okay! Why am I the only one seeing this?!" let out an exaggerated sigh. "There’s nothing you can do about it, Trix. The rules are the rules. I suggest you stop the theatrics and let us begin." But Beatrice proved stubborn "Look at our group!" she tried again, voice dripping with fake concern. "We all have a reason to be here. Don't let her selfishness cost you your chance to move forward. It’s not too late, you can drop out now, and no one will judge you for it." Rose looked bored and the situation wasn't all that encouraging to anyone, let alone me. "Like I said," she finally said , my voice calm but unwavering, "fall back in line, soldier." A Few Minutes Earlier… They stood in formation, their neatly pressed uniforms emphasizing their unwavering discipline. Each of them wore the same stoic expression—just like any soldier assigned to a mission.

Rose Sinclair"And you?" she hissed, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "You're nothing but a passing distraction. A quick, cheap thrill for him. But me? He wants me. Craves me."She tilted her head, a twisted smile curling her lips. "Had to cover the love bites on my neck today. Too many eyes watching." She giggled like a schoolgirl before her expression hardened, voice dipping into a venomous whisper."Now that I have him back, you're nothing but history."I blinked at her, unimpressed. "Okayyyy?" My tone was flat, bored. This little performance of hers was getting tedious. If they wanted to screw all day, that was their business. As strange as it sounded, she could go ahead and do her worst.Crazy bitch just wanted a reaction out of me."Oh, playing it cool, are we?" She sneered, stepping closer. "You think I don't know how betrayed and humiliated you must feel? Heheheh."I sighed, tilting my head. "A whore like you deserves a man-slut like him. What's more to discuss?"Her sm