12 Hours Novels & Stories

Carina Lewis, the head of the department, has been a friend of mine since college. While she successfully climbs up the corporate ladder, I'm stuck being the workhorse at the bottom of the totem pole. When she's late for work, I sign in for her. When she messes up, I clean up for her. I'm happy to play along with her, of course. It's not easy to find someone dumb enough to be the scapegoat. One day, a billionaire investor shows up at the company's doorstep, and the senior executives instruct me to take care of him during his visit. This evening, when the rest of the office is empty, Carina takes my hand and tells me earnestly, "Bailey, investors like him are ruthless. You won't even know what's coming for you. An innocent woman like you won't be able to handle him. Let me, your best friend, test the waters with him first. Once everything is settled, I'll make you a manager." I nod sweetly in response. Hours later, I scurry over to the presidential suite at the hotel, where the billionaire investor is staying, and kick down the door. "Open up, Dal!" It's one thing for Carina to constantly take advantage of me, but how dare she dream of becoming my sister-in-law to steal half of my family's assets? That deluded pipe dream of hers will even make the marble statues in my family's garden roll their eyes.

Kelly and I had been in a long-distance relationship for three years. After working overtime for a month to make time so I could see her, she could not be reached. I waited alone in that unfamiliar place for ten whole hours before I finally got a reply from her. My best friend, Hayden, called me and said gleefully, "Zachary, surprise! I've already explored Stranton for you. It's amazing. Kelly is a great tour guide!" He excitedly shared his experiences, as if he had not noticed the 30 missed calls I left on Kelly's phone. I listened quietly until he mentioned feeling cold. Kelly took the phone and said bluntly, "I'll take him back to the hotel first. Give us a minute." After she finished speaking, I asked, "Do you know how long I've been waiting?" Kelly paused, her tone turning cold. "He's your friend. Are you really going to make a fuss out of this?" The blatant rebuke completely extinguished my desire to reply. After hanging up, my ride back to Jazzville arrived. The driver glanced at me and could not help but say, "Young man, it's the middle of the night. This area is quite dangerous. What urgent matter kept you waiting until now?" Looking at my shoes, which had been soaked by the snow, I softly replied, "It was urgent at the time." Then, I smiled and continued, "But not anymore."

After my girlfriend's father hit someone with a car, he took his own life because he didn't want to get arrested. But in doing so, he left behind a huge debt he had racked up. In order to help my girlfriend pay off the compensation, I work around the clock as a food deliveryman. Every day, I sleep less than four hours just to squeeze in more work. But when I finish delivering a new order, I notice a man clad in a bathrobe standing in front of me at a hotel suite's doorway. He's completely covered in hickeys. A young woman dressed in a sexy nightgown hugs him from behind. "I'm absolutely famished right now because of how long you've been tormenting me in bed earlier, darling! Hurry up and grab the takeout!" I can only stare at the woman, completely shell-shocked. That's when the bag of takeout slips off my fingers and crashes onto the floor. The woman takes a step backward. Her brows drawn into a frown, she exclaims, "How are my boyfriend and I supposed to enjoy the food now that it's all dirty?" After that, she kicks the takeout at me right away, spilling grease all over my clothes. I remain rooted to the spot, still stunned. This woman… is Irene Swensen, my girlfriend who's about to get engaged to me.

A Dark CEO Romance Filled with Power, Passion, and Betrayal Alexander Voss is the undisputed king of the financial world. Cold, brilliant, and ruthless. At thirty-eight, he controls a multi-billion-dollar empire—and lets no one get close to him. Until Lena Moreau enters his life. The young, ambitious financial expert is sent to Voss Tower to audit the company. What no one knows is this: She is a spy. Tasked with gathering evidence of tax evasion and corruption. Her mission is clear—until she comes face-to-face with Alexander. The attraction between them is immediate, explosive, and dangerous. In the late-night hours of the penthouse, every rule is broken. Alexander takes what he wants—dominant, possessive, unyielding. And Lena—who is supposed to destroy him—finds herself losing her heart, little by little, to the very man she is bound to betray. Yet behind the scenes, a powerful, ruthless force is pulling the strings. Secrets come to light, lives are threatened, and the line between love and betrayal begins to blur. When the past catches up with them both, and an old enemy prepares to strike the final blow, Lena must make a choice: Will she remain the spy—or will she become the woman standing by the side of the most powerful man in the city? *Verbotene Bilanz* is an intense, high-stakes dark romance filled with sizzling office erotica, emotional depth, and breathtaking power games. For readers who love strong, dominant heroes, fierce heroines, and a love that risks everything. A story about trust, obsession, and the question of how far one would go for love.

Blurb Luke Raygan is a man whispered about in fear. His empire was built from the ground up. The type that will chew your bones and spit them out, a predator to predators, the kind of devil that scares the demons away. So when his nonverbal autistic daughter disappears for hours, the last thing he expects is for her to come back entangled with a strange woman-the fiery stranger who slaps him for being an ungrateful father. Rheya has never been afraid of powerful men. She is observant and sees what other people miss, the loneliness and distress behind a little girl’s silence…the cracks beneath a tyrant’s control. And when Kendra clings to her like a safety net, Luke is forced to make an impossible choice: Keep this rebellious woman under his roof…or risk losing the only woman who his daughter trusts. His world is driven by rules, surveillance, control and possession – all of which Rheya defies. But the more Rheya helps Kendra integrate into the world-school,activities, small wins- the more Luke finds himself unraveling. Because the one thing he cannot resist no matter how hard he tries to control…his growing desire for her. And when she decides her work is done and it’s time to move on, Luke will experience a deeper fear than death and bloodshed…losing the only woman to defy him and show him warmth. In his empire of possession, obsession, and danger, the devil may have finally found his biggest weakness.

"Please, stop… don't do this to me. I can give you whatever you want," she cried. He buried his face between her thighs and played with her clit. He has never fucked any girl before, he didn't know his first day would be like this or happen so fast. He ripped off the remains of her clothes and inserted his penis into her pussy. He went wild with passion and drove into her with all his might. He looked at her face and was stung by guilt when he saw the tears in the corners of her eyes, but he couldn't stop... She was broken and she couldn't fight. *** She was raped. Her parents were murdered. Her beautiful life was shattered and her wings broken in 24 hours, her own birthday. Her birthday turned out to be the worst day of her life and her regret was being oblivious to what her parents were going through. Sophia Williams, the only child of billionaire parents became a homeless orphan in a twinkle of an eye. She moved into the cruel world with no one to run to and had her share of pain and dejection. She vowed to find her parents murderer and the guy who raped her to pay them back in their own coins. Let's dive into Sophia's journey together and discover the painful truth following the twists and turns in her story…

My Job? Keep Creed Empire’s playboy CEO away from gold-diggers. My secret? I used to be one. ~ My name is Jenna. A quick one before my lovely writer takes over. To the world, I’m Jason Creed’s bodyguard… tough looking and unfeminine. The perfect image of an official bodyguard. But my real assignment has nothing to do with criminals or rivals, like you’d expect. Instead, I keep the leeches away — the ladies Jason drags into his bed because he’s bored of his grandmother’s ‘approved list’ of women. Yes, I know how pathetic that sounds. But this job pays for my father’s treatments, and it’s my one shot at a real fucking guard academy. Then Jason sleeps with the wrong girl… a blogger’s daughter with a habit of blackmail. His grandmother, the Baroness, gives me 48 hours to fix it or I’m fired. So I made a deal with the playboy himself. One night… One vow to his grandmother – a vow that can never be broken. Jason laughs in my face. A tomboy like me? Please. He has no idea what I’m capable of. No idea how easy I could get a man wrapped around my finger. No idea about the man who’s been hunting me for years. That night changes everything. But the Creed Family may not survive it when my past comes knocking.

Lucien sent me onto the transplant table with his own hands to save the foster sister he treasured most. “Elara, this is what you owe Sylvie.” “Give her your kidney, and I’ll let you remain the Luna of this pack.” He did not know that five years ago, when the northern wolf keep caught fire, the one who carried him out of the flames had never been Sylvie. It had been me. He knew even less that I had long since reached the final stage of soul-wolf collapse. I had only forty-eight hours left. This kidney was the last thing keeping me alive. On the day of the operation, he stood outside Sylvie’s healing chamber, speaking to her softly and refusing to leave her side. Meanwhile, in the transplant room next door, my heart stopped. When news of my death reached him, he only sneered and called it another one of my tricks. Not until much later did he unfold the blood-soaked rescue record from the northern fire and see the photograph attached to it. Mine. Alpha, your Luna left one final message before she died. “She says this life is returned to you.” “In the next one, may you never meet again.” So why are you losing your mind now, Lucien? Isn’t this exactly the ending you wanted?

On the day of my third wedding anniversary, I wait for my husband, Jonathan Myers, in the heavy downpour for four hours even though I'm already nine months pregnant. I can feel the rain drenching me from head to toe. At the same time, I keep suffering from the irregular contractions. Jonathan sends me a voice message. I can hear a bell tolling and a woman's laughter in the background. "Honey, I'll be home late. Quinn told me that she's never admired the cityscape at night before." The moment I'm hoisted onto a stretcher, I glance at my phone. Coincidentally, Jonathan's social media feed has just refreshed, showing a grid of nine photos. Quinn Farris can be seen standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, where an array of the city lights stretch out behind her. The caption reads, "I'm admiring the world with my baby girl." Meanwhile, I've lost a lot of blood in the delivery room. On the surgical forms, the spot that's supposed to bear my husband's signature is left empty. At 3:00 am, Jonathan wakes up in Quinn's bed. He then transfers me 5000 dollars and leaves a note on the transaction history. "Thanks for your hard work." I reject the transaction before dialing a number. "Dad, I've thought things through. I want to leave the country."

I'm just a wolf-less omega bitch and a fuck-up Cromwell that's descended from a dirty rogue. No wonder my pack and my own mother... think I'm the one that killed my father. But, I didn't... kill my father. I wound never kill him. He was my only friend in this pack. The only one I could relate to. I had no friends... I only had my dad. And, since I only had him... when he was gone I had no one. So, I spend my lonely hours dedicating my life to studies. I graduated early from High School with an outstanding GPA. But, even that never impressed my mother enough. So, When it came down to it... My mother didn't hesitate to accuse me of my father's death. Her hatred for me was unspoken until that moment. The moment she caught me pulling a knife out of my father's chest. It was buried in deep. And, when I got it out... I heard her horrid scream. One that was dramatic. I was forced to break eye contact from my father's corpse to see her standing on the kitchen's edge. Her hands on her cheeks. A gray and sickly color caked on her face. She could have fainted any second. "What have you done?"