Novels by 💦 Juicy Fantasies 🌶️

LEON'S POVI read the message four times.*Yeah. We are.*Three words, twelve fourteen in the morning, sent to a group thread that included Damian, which meant Aaron had just answered a question about us in front of a witness without hesitation, without qualifying it, without the usual layer of careful distance he put between himself and anything that could be taken from him.I locked my phone. Unlocked it and Read it again.Then I typed in the group thread, before I could talk myself into something more measured: *Yeah. We are.*Damian's reply came back in under thirty seconds.**Damian:** *okay cool. good. I'll handle Reid.*Then, after a beat:**Damian:** *also for what it's worth Aaron you could have just said something instead of making me watch you two be weird about each other for like a month***Aaron:** *Go to sleep Damian.***Damian:** *I'm just saying***Aaron:** *Goodnight.***Damian:** *congrats tho genuinely* 👋The thread went quiet.I lay in the dark for another few mi

LEON'S POVI didn't watch.Or at least I can say I tried not to. I got in my car, shut the door, stared very deliberately at my steering wheel, and gave them the privacy of the parking lot.I lasted approximately forty-five seconds before I looked in the rearview mirror.They were standing about ten feet apart, Aaron having stopped short of closing the full distance, which I understood immediately as the most Aaron thing possible—going to Marlowe without hesitation but leaving the last step for Marlowe to decide.Marlowe was taller than I'd expected from the silhouette earlier, same broad shoulders as Aaron but carried differently, less like armor and more like something he hadn't quite grown into yet. The blue hoodie was too big. His hands were still in his pockets, and he was looking at Aaron with an expression I couldn't read from here, but whatever it was made Aaron take one step forward and then stop again.Then Marlowe's hands came out of his pockets.And he closed the ten feet.

LEON'S POVMy hands went cold on the steering wheel.I sat in the parking lot staring at the screenshot for a long time, the engine running, students thinning out around me, the decade-old sedan three rows back still unmoving.The DMs were all there. Every single one. *Keep him safe. Please.* The photo of Aaron at the school entrance. The conversation about the argument before Marlowe left. *He reads them.* All of it, laid out in Reid's message like evidence at a trial.How.I went through it fast, methodically, the way Aaron had taught me to handle pressure—stay still, think first, react second.Marlowe's account was new. Private. Following only Aaron, and now me. I'd accepted the follow request from my own account, which was—Public.My Instagram was public.Which meant anyone who knew to look could see that **@marlowe** followed me and I followed back. Reid had apparently known to look. Which meant Reid had been watching Marlowe's movements, had noticed the new account, had connect

LEON'S POVI stared at the photo for the entire length of first period.Not at the composition of it, not at the technical details—just at what it meant. Marlowe Pierce, somewhere across the street from our school at eight forty-seven in the morning, close enough to photograph his brother walking through a door, far enough that Aaron would never have noticed.*He looks okay. Good.*Like that was enough. Like seeing him from a distance, confirming he was upright and moving and walking into a building, was sufficient to settle something that had apparently been unsettled for two years.I thought about what Aaron had said last night. *A P.O. box I send things to that I don't know if he ever picks up.*He picked them up.He had to. Because he knew things about Aaron's life, about me, about the porch light, that he couldn't have learned from the outside. He'd been reading whatever Aaron sent. He'd been present in some form even while being absent in every form that counted.I typed careful

LEON'S POVI sat in the car for five minutes without moving.Just me and those four words glowing on the screen and the distant sound of Aaron's engine starting somewhere behind me, pulling away, his taillights disappearing around the corner without him knowing any of this had just happened.*Keep him safe. Please.*The please was the part I couldn't get past. Not a demand, not an instruction from someone who felt entitled to make demands. A please, small and unguarded, from someone who'd been gone for two years and had apparently spent at least some of that time learning that asking for things directly was its own kind of courage.I looked at the account again. No posts. No followers except me, now, because I'd accepted without thinking. Following only Aaron, who didn't know his brother had found him on Instagram, who was driving home right now to a house with a porch light he'd leave on in case Marlowe decided to walk up to the door.My thumbs moved before I'd fully decided what to

LEON'S POVI turned the phone toward Aaron slowly.He looked at the screen. Looked at it for a long time, his expression doing nothing, which was worse than if it had done something.Then he took a step back, a single, small step, but I felt the distance of it like it was much larger."Aaron.""I know who sent that.""Okay. Who?"He didn't answer immediately. His jaw worked once, the muscle jumping under the skin, and he looked down at the pavement for a moment like he was running through something internally, some private calculation."Reid doesn't take his own photos," he said finally. "He never has. He has someone who does it for him when he needs documentation.""Documentation," I repeated flatly. "He documents things.""It's how he builds leverage. He's meticulous about it." Aaron's voice was low and very even, the particular evenness that I now understood wasn't coldness but control under pressure. "The number won't lead anywhere. Burner, probably. He'll have set it up specifica

Raine POV No matter how hard I scrub my skin, oil still lingers. Even if I scrub my knuckles until it burns or until the water turns black it never leaves. So I don't bother anymore.This is what I love and I guess certain things come with certain consequences. And this is what I get for playing with oil. Cute girl aesthetics was never really my thing to begin with anyways.I was rinsing my hands behind the shop when I heard the bikes approaching the house.I didn’t need to look up to know it was the Iron serpent returning to the club house. I has grown up with that sound. It was a sound meant to remind the world who owned the road.But my stomach tightened with tension when a small attendant who had just hoi the club rushed to the shop to inform me my dad was calling me in. I shut off the tap and wiped my hands on my jeans, even though it didn’t help. I took in several deep breaths to calm my nerves as I approached the club house. The sun was already dipping low, giving the sky a

Raine's POVI was so embarrassed that I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Here I was, a grown woman, standing in a grown man's bedroom while he was half-naked and dripping water everywhere. I tried to look away, but my eyes had other plans. They traveled down his chest, tracing the lines of his toned muscles, the curve of his biceps, the v-line that disappeared into the towel wrapped around his waist. And then God help me, I saw the outline of his penis through the towel.Heat pooled in my stomach, and I forced myself to look up at his face instead."What did you come to ask me?" he questioned, one eyebrow raised.I scrambled for an answer. "Oh, I was just looking for the bathroom."He gestured toward the door on the other side of his room. "Since you're already in here, you can use mine.""Okay," I muttered, practically running toward the bathroom before I embarrassed myself further.I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, pressing my palms to my face. What

Cole's POVThe second Raine's sister finished that sentence, I stood up and shook my head. "I don't need your help. You two need to leave before you get yourselves killed."But Raine's sister wasn't backing down. She stepped forward, hands on her hips, and launched into what sounded like a prepared speech. "I'm Isla Mercer, younger daughter of Vex Mercer. You probably already know who my father is, considering you guys have been at each other's throats for years. But here's the thing, I can help you more than you realize. I've got connections, resources, friends and—""Stop!" I interrupted, moving toward them. "I appreciate the offer, but no. Get the fuck out of here!"Isla kept talking like I hadn't said a word. "—and if we're being honest here, you're going to need all the help you can get right now. The Reapers and the Iron Serpents are tearing the city apart looking for you, and if you think you can handle that alone, then..."I reached them and started gently pushing them both ba

Raine's POVIsla had been on the phone for twenty minutes already, pacing back and forth near the entrance of the garage. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I could tell from the way she kept nodding and gesturing with her free hand that she was deep in conversation with someone.I turned my attention back to the bike in front of me. The carburetor was clogged, which explained why the engine kept stalling out. I pulled it apart piece by piece, cleaning out the jets with a thin wire and wiping down the float bowl. It wasn't a complicated fix, but it required patience, and patience was something I was running short on today. I just wanted to get all of this over with, and as soon as possible.I glanced up at Isla again. She was still talking, her voice low and urgent. I guessed she was trying to track down Cole Maddox's address. Isla might be better known for her cooking, but she was equally good at finding people. She had so many tech savvy friends amongst the Iron Serpents and

Raine's POVThe morning after the Conclave, I tried to get some work done in the garage. Tried being the key word. I had a transmission sitting on the bench that needed rebuilding, but every time I picked up a tool, my brain wandered off somewhere else. I couldn't even sleep last night. The sound of gunshots in my head kept me awake throughout the night. And I could not sleep for the image of Cole Maddox standing there in the bathroom and telling me that he was going to kill his own boss.I set the wrench down for the third time and paced across the concrete floor, my boots scuffing against the oil stains.Isla was perched on the workbench across from me. She had followed me to the garage that day, wearing a denim overall that was way too clean for a garage. She had her legs crossed, watching me calmly."You're not getting anything done, Raine." She pointed out."I know," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "I can't focus.""Yeah, I can see that."I turned to glare at her, bu

Cole's POVI woke up with my head feeling like someone was taking a sledgehammer to my skull. It was pounding incessantly!My mouth tasted like death, and my stomach was churning so violently that I knew I would throw up right there on the couch. The empty whiskey bottle was still in my hand, and I stared at it for a second before groaning and letting it roll onto the floor.What the hell did I do?I dragged myself upright and checked my wristwatch. 12:49 in the afternoon. Jesus Christ, I'd been out for more than 12 hours!The last thing I remembered was riding out on Raine's bike, and the wind whipping against my face as I tried to outrun everything that had happened. But I didn't remember coming back. I didn't remember stumbling into the house or collapsing on the couch with the bottle."Fuck," I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. My fingers came away slick with sweat.I stood up, wobbling slightly, and cursed again as I made my way to the kitchen. The coffee maker was still si

CLAY'S POVPicking up my phone again, I scrolled through my contacts until I found a name I hadn't thought about in a week.Jodie.She answered on the first ring, her voice a sharp contrast to the silence of my office.“Well, look who finally remembered I exist,” she chirped, her smile stretching into her voice. “I was actually just about to call you, Clay. You owe me a date, or did you forget?”I leaned back, my eyes hardening as I stared at the the shattered mess of the phone on the floor. An assistant would've cleaned it and saved me the displeasure of cleaning up the evidence of my loss of control.But I knew I couldn't do assistants if I wanted to keep my real image hidden. You can never trust anybody, and “uncovering Owen Grayson” was always a trending topic in the country.“I didn't forget, sweetheart. I was just waiting for the right moment. It seems our minds work alike.”Jodie giggled, a high, light sound that lacked Anyta’s smoky depth but still filled the void in the room.

CLAY'S POV“...the board of directors are adamant about their demands and I'm not sure there is much we can do to change their minds.”“Why is Landon holding onto a failing company?” I asked incredulously as I leaned back in my leather chair, the cool air conditioning hum of the penthouse washing across my face.“Sentiments?” Philip answered. “It could be that he has strong feelings towards it because it has been in the family for generations..much like the Ashbourne's.”I grunted, twirling a pen between my fingers as I grabbed my phone.“Let me just set up a meeting with…” I paused, squinting at my screen.Then I saw it.The post notification box felt like a silent grenade that was dropped into my lap.Frowning, I tapped it with a steady finger and my world narrowed down to not one, but threw high-definition images of Anyta’s lips pressed against Jamie’s, and a blurry one taken from a different angle.Before Anyta, I had never understood or experienced what I felt like for one's hea

ANYTA'S POV“Uh, yeah, he's literally built like one.”I snorted, despite myself. “And I assume you don't think the ‘hulk’ build is impressive.”“I mean, if you're into that sort of thing…” Laura answered, chuckling. “Wait, why are we talking about this instead of the amazing thing that just happened?”I sighed, rolling my eyes. “Because I'm trying to bore you so you can leave me alone. I want to go have my morning coffee.”“Then go have your morning coffee.”“Eh, this isn't exactly the type of conversation I want to start my day with, besides Alice is already downstairs.”Laura snorted and despite the headache brewing in my temple, I let out a small laugh.“Well people are loving you and Jamie, maybe you two can start a couple's channel?”I rubbed my eyes, feeling a wave of nausea that wasn't just from the alcohol.“Because of photos? No. Besides, we're not even a couple yet.”“Yet,” Laura echoed. “Ouu, I like that. Shows you're actually considering it!” She squealed and I was sure s

ANYTA'S POV“Get it together, Anyta,” I sighed as I stared at my reflection in the vanity mirror, a half-used makeup wipe hanging limp in my hand.My skin was still flushed from the club’s heat, and my eyes looked heavy, and not just from exhaustion.The kiss with Jamie darted into my mind.It had been a “testing the waters” kind of kiss to me, even though I already knew where my heart stood.With an inward groan of frustration, I opened my gallery and scrolled once. There it was. The shot Laura had captured was, honestly a masterpiece.The lighting was moody and cinematic, catching the sharp line of Jamie’s jaw and the way his hands rested a bit low on my waist.“Hmm,” I tilted my head to the side. “Well we do look good together,” I murmured.And truthfully, we did.Post it, a toxic little voice whispered in my head. See if he reacts, he probably will but you won't know unless you post it.“No.” I countered out loud. “I’m not that kind of person,” I muttered to the empty room, dropp

ANYTA'S POV“Kiss me.”Jamie didn't wait for a repeat. He promptly leaned in, his movement deliberate and slow enough for me to pull away if I wanted to, but I didn't.When his lips met mine, the world around us, the shouting, the pulsing lights, the heat seemed to muffle for a heartbeat.A felt a light buzz of excitement, but it quickly began a speedy free fall.My mind went into overdrive, moving between the voice screaming at me to concentrate on the feel of Jamie's lips on mine, and not being able to concentrate because of the voice telling me to concentrate.Eventually he ended the kiss with a light peck on my upper lip.It was a good kiss. It was technically perfect.But as I stood there, my response delayed by a split second of internal calculation, I felt… nothing. It was like looking at a masterpiece through a thick sheet of shattered glass. I could see the beauty, but I couldn't feel the brushstrokes.Jamie pulled back barely an inch, his expression a mix of hope, and then i

ANYTA'S POV The bass in the club was alive. Like a physical entity, thumping against my ribs and vibrating through the soles of my feet until I felt like I was constantly being pumped full of adrenaline and buzz.The club itself was a sea of gyrating bodies, expensive perfume, and the sharp, antiseptic bite of expensive vodka.We'd had dinner at some local restaurant that Laura saw online and wanted to try it. The food turned out really good, and I'd made a mental note to come back“If this drink were any stronger, I’d be able to see the future,” Laura shouted over the roar of the booming speakers as she slid a tray of shimmering green shots across the high-top table.“And in the future, Anyta, you will humour me by at least dancing on a table while I record it for, I'd go viral.”I scoffed, “why don't you dance while I record?”She gave me a “really?” look as she eyed me up and down suggestively, “honey, have you seen your body? I'd literally be booed off the tables if I tried.”I r

Tiara's pov When the beta was brought to me, everyone thought I was going to stamp him the same way I did with Kaius, I believe that was going to happen too. But for a moment I thought about how everyone enjoyed the peace that came in the pack a few days ago. I looked at him angrily but I could not let anger rule me this time around. “I will not spill any blood” I said, my voice sounding steady and strong. “The blood that had already stained this pack is enough, but your betrayal will never go unpunished. Henceforth, you have been expelled from this pack and you are forbidden to return if you still value your life” I command and a heavy silence followed. People of the mooncrown pack looked at each other, shocked. Others whispered that he deserved death not mercy but I held my ground, my decision was final. I turned to the soldiers standing nearby “walk him out of the pack immediately” I commanded. “Do not return until he cross the boulders and once he's gone seal the gate”The

Alpha Nicholas’s Pov Fear took over my body as I watched as Tiara boldly struck Kaius down right in front of me. The battle that had torn the world apart finally came to an end in a single moment because the head that had set fire to everything, burning dreams, homes and hearts was now gone. Without its master the body of chaos would soon crumble in silence. Kaiu's lifeless form was taken away before dusk, the once fearsome presence was now memory fading with the wind. He was buried deep in the woods, far beyond the pack borders in a place where no howl could reach him. The earth swallowed him quietly without song, and without tears, for a week, silence ruled the mooncrown pack. No laughter, no chatter, not even the sound of the training echoed in the yards, everyone moved silently, slowing and careful. As if, they will wake up the ghost that has fallen if they walk normally.The air was heavy, thick with memories of war and loss, even the moon, our internal witness seemed dimme

Tiara pov.As the day break, peace entered in mooncrown pack, no more killing, no noises as Kaius was resting in the cell, waiting for judgement.But something was amiss somewhere, no matter how fierce and deadly the battle had been, Luna Victoria and her daughter Phoebe was not among the dead. Her saint lingered faintly in the air, but her presence was gone like a shadow.Swallowed by the dark, for a long moment, confusion filled the heart of everyone in the pack.How could she, the one that led the fight filling Kaius with the necessary information he needed simple vanish into thin air? Alpha Nicolas grew restless when this thought came on, he sent his best tracker worriors skilled and hunting both beast and Spirit.They searched each corner of the mooncrown pack thoroughly. Through the blood soaked fields, the broken wall and the dark forest trails that surrounded the pack land.For hours, they found nothing but silence until at last near the old eastern border they found her, Lun

Tiara pov.The blood kept flooding through the mooncrown pack like a river that refused to stop. The ground was soaked red and the air smelled thick and heavy with iron. At first, the sight made my stomach twist but as time went on the taste and the smell of blood felt as something almost normal. Like night the night has decided, this is how it would always be.The battle was really tough to the point that I could barely see myself surviving this time. I think about how I all started with strong ambition and it was already sad to think it will not end like I had planned.Victory felt like a dream too far to reach but I knew one thing was certain, the power in me kept shouting I will never give up until the last breath left my throat, when my head will be finally cut. Kaius was ruthless, he kept sending his men forward, wave after wave, their growls echoing under the pale moonlight. My soldiers fought bravely but the enemies were too wild. One after another, my men fell on the groun

Tiara pov.I had no idea when I felt asleep, it just happened a heavy rock dropping into heaven water. I slept so deep, so deep that it felt like even the world around me forgot that I existed. The wind stopped whispering, the moon hid behind the cloud and the night became so still that even my heartbeat sounded far away. When I finally opened my eyes, the light in the room was strange, not bright like morning, not dark light night. My heart felt heavy, my body was weak and I wrestled with some giants in my dreams. I rubbed my eyes, trying to stand but my body trembled. I forced myself up by reminding myself of my mission and I realized that I had slept for a complete day. A whole day. “What a mess?” I whispered, my voice rough like stones grinding together. “ Is that real? How could I sleep that long? Why now of all times? Now that Luna Victoria came around to the pack?”I kept asking myself glancing round the house in a quick manner as if looking for a lost object. My heart be

Tiara pov.I was standing right in front of the beast I destroyed, yet I wasn't satisfied, I wanted to fo more but I turned back to leave with my emotions. Each step, a deliberate to put distance between myself and the small knot of ruin we have just become. For a moment I felt the smooth practice, certainty of retreating to Seattle over me, the thing leaders learn when they must choose between Mercy and strategy. My heart pounded and I felt an old whisper awaken inside me, the one that always came when vengeance called me. “I must do what I want, what will bring peace to me, even if it meant blood”I turned back again, my boot crushing dry leaves beneath me.I looked at the beast again with anger, of course, Mercy had long left my life. Without a word, I drew my sword and in one Swift motion, cut off his head.The silence that followed was heavy, too heavy as if the whole forest held its breath. I ordered the soldiers to take his head home, I have to use his head to perform a po