Novels by Sweet Kisses

LAURA“So,” Marcus said, walking backwards in front of me like an oversized child, “let’s talk about duties.”I didn’t answer. I just kept walking, arms crossed.He grinned. “First, you carry my stuff. But not like carry carry. Just in case I suddenly don’t want to hold it anymore. Second—if I say I’m in danger, you treat it like an emergency. Even if it’s just a spider.”I blinked. “Are you serious?”Marcus gasped dramatically. “Deadly. Spiders are fast. Sneaky. Eight-legged nightmares.”I stopped walking. “You dragged me away from a high-level assignment for spider patrol?”He ignored me, continuing like he was reading from a mental scroll. “Third, you must always tell me if my hair looks weird. Or if I’ve got anything in my teeth. Loyalty, you know?”I stared at him, deadpan. “You want a bodyguard or a mirror?”He snapped his fingers. “That’s the spirit! Snarky but professional. I like it.”I clenched my jaw.I infiltrated this pack to assassinate a high-ranking Alpha. Not babysit

Inside the Eldridge Pack TerritoryThe first thing I noticed was the sheer size of the place.Massive gates lined with silver accents. Guards at every post. High walls. The Eldridge Pack didn’t feel like a pack. It felt like a kingdom.Every move was calculated. Every wolf that passed me held their chin a little too high, shoulders a little too stiff. The scent of hierarchy hung thick in the air—Alpha blood leading it, disciplined betas right beneath, and not a trace of weakness in sight.I adjusted the weight of the small duffel bag slung over my shoulder. My documents were forged well enough—clean, but not too clean. Former mercenary. No pack allegiance. Looking for stability and protection. Just another rogue trying to find a place in the world.A woman led me to the training grounds without a word. The open field buzzed with tension, wolves sparring in tight circles while superiors observed silently from the edges. No growls. No chaos. Just clean, efficient fighting. “Next.”I st

I don’t really believe in the saying that time heals.People love to say that wounds fade, that scars soften with the years. But they don’t know what it’s like to carry this kind of pain. The kind that sits heavy on your chest no matter how much time passes.I’ve avenged. I’ve destroyed everything in my path.And still… I’m not healed.How many years do I still need to heal myself? To heal from everything that’s torn me apart?It’s been a hundred years now.A century of walking this earth, of blending in with humans, of wearing a mask so carefully crafted that no one ever looks twice. I’ve lived through wars, watched cities rise and crumble, seen generations come and go.Every morning, I wake up to the same emptiness. Every night, I close my eyes and hear the echoes of the past—my father’s voice, my brother’s last words, the betrayal that shattered everything I believed in.The humans around me have no idea. To them, I’m just another face in the crowd. I smile when I have to, laugh wh

They thought they could corner me.I stood alone in the clearing, the moon casting a cold, pale light over the trees. Shadows moved around me—werewolves from another pack, circling like vultures, their growls deep and threatening. I could feel their hunger for a fight, their confidence in numbers. Fools.I didn’t move. I didn’t need to. My aura wrapped around me like ice, sharp and untouchable. I saw it in their eyes—the flicker of hesitation, the creeping doubt. They could feel it too. I was no ordinary threat.“If you want to save yourselves,” I said, my voice slicing through the tension, “leave this place instantly. I will not hesitate to kill you all.”For a heartbeat, silence. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Then I saw it—their bravado crack, the first ripple of fear. “I said fucking leave this place if you don't want a bloodshed here!”One stepped back, then another. Cowards. I stayed perfectly still, watching them retreat, my eyes cold and unwavering.“You're a fool!"