Black Gem Novels & Stories

Summer Shrap is an ambitious, cunning, manipulative reporter, slim and skinny, the second daughter and the last child of the Shrap. Desperate, could be tricky sometimes, manipulative, just the definition of a dangerous beauty. Her only dream is becoming the next owner of her father business, that is her only desire but an obstacle seems to be standing in her way. And that is her sister Dora, who has always disliked way because of their father love for Summer. In order to win the war started between her and her sister, she decided to walk on an ice. She found out a secret about one of the most powerful man in the country, the gay billionaire. She approached him and placed down a deal, in exchange of his secret. Which is to Marry her and support her with his shares.

Amina Locke was a young woman who was never in control of her life, she is a victim of constant bullying by her mother and sister. She is often belittled, criticized, and made to feel inferior by the people who are supposed to love and support her. Her father David Locke, never partakes in the action but he didn't stops them either. forced to marry a man she knew nothing about, betrayed by her boyfriend josh and worse she was already pregnant. Damien Dhark is a mysterious and enigmatic figure. He is incredibly wealthy, with an empire that spans multiple industries and continents. Despite his immense success, he keeps his personal life completely private and never shows his face to the public. He is known for his cutthroat business tactics, often crushing his competition and taking no prisoners. He is willing to do whatever it takes to get ahead, even if it means bending the rules or crossing ethical boundaries. Despite his ruthless reputation, he is incredibly intelligent and strategic, a master of manipulation and knows how to get people to do what he wants. He is always one step ahead of his rivals, and his empire continues to grow with each day. He is a force to be reckoned with, his influence is felt throughout the business world. With time, will their forced relationship turned into one of understanding and affection, Will they survive as a storm brews up and their secrets begin to surface. As they struggle to keep their love alive, they are tested in ways they never imagined. The journey is wild, emotional, and most of all, a love story of two people's darkest secrets becoming their biggest strength.

“You’re not pure enough to carry my heir.” Damian Blackwood doesn’t want love, he doesn’t want a wife. He wants a child—and only a child—to secure his inheritance. Marriage is unnecessary, feelings are too dangerous. And Vanessa, the woman he’s been tangled with for years, is too reckless, too free, and too… everything he can’t afford. Then comes Evelyn. Beautiful, intelligent, and quietly brave, she’s desperate enough to sign a contract that binds her to Damian, agreeing to carry his child. With no strings, and no emotions attached. Just a deal. Except nothing stays perfect for long. Because Vanessa isn’t done, she has her own secret, her own plan, and suddenly two women are carrying Damian’s heir. One wants to protect her heart, the other wants to claim what she believes is hers. And Damian? He’s about to learn that wealth, power, and contracts cannot control the one thing that matters most—the human heart. Passion, betrayal, and secrets that cut deeper than any deal. Every choice has consequences, and in this dangerous game of love and legacy, no one is untouchable.

"Let's get engaged for a few weeks,just to bolster the lie, then we'll break it off and go our merry way." The unexpected offer caught Janet Benson by surprise. After a serious heartbreak, she had already sworn off men for good, now billionaire Kevin Watson was making her a deal she couldn't refuse.She accepts, determine to steel her heart. But things take a streamy turn when business is mixed with pleasure!

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”

For three years, Laurie Rayne lived as the perfect wife. She was silent, devoted, and invisible in the shadow of the Voss empire. Every bestselling creation credited to the Voss name bore her fingerprints, but none bore her name. And Zane Voss, her cold, distant husband, never once gave her his heart. Now his first love is back, and Laurie is nothing more than a forgotten pawn; discarded, humiliated, and blamed for everything that went wrong. But when her younger brother's life is on the line, Laurie begs Zane for help… only to be spat on and called a leech. Cornered by desperation, Laurie does the unthinkable… She auctions herself off to the highest bidder. Theron Blackmoor: ruthless billionaire, feared businessman, and the man who buys her at a price that shocks the world. He makes her his possession, but promises her power in return. Anything she wants: except her freedom. As Laurie experiences the dark, seductive world of Theron, she uncovers secrets that were never meant to surface. Zane is not done with her. And the past she thought she left behind may be the key to taking everything back. Love was never part of the deal. But is it? Revenge? That was always the plan. ♠

For our ninety-ninth engagement ceremony, Julian booked us a skydive. He said he wanted to tell me he loved me at thirty thousand feet. My chute didn't open. I got tangled in a big tree. I survived, yet suffered multiple fractures all over my body. In the ward, I accidentally saw a message on the screen of our jump instructor's phone. It was addressed to Julian, and it carried a video. The video showed someone tampering with my chute before we boarded. So the "accident" was Julian's idea? I dragged myself out of bed on crutches, every bone in my body screaming, ready to confront him. I made it as far as the hallway. He was already there, talking to someone, and the moment I saw the other man, the floor tilted under me. The man across from him was the same driver who'd hit me with his car the night before our last engagement. The hit-and-run that should have killed me. "Mr. Veil, if you ever need me again, please reach out." Julian's voice was flat, almost tired. "There won't be a next time. I've tried everything I can think of. The engagement can't be postponed anymore." "And the woman you actually love, sir?" "I'll keep loving her," Julian said. "But Ada is the one I marry. Her mother gave my father a kidney. That's the debt. I have to pay it." I stood there shaking, and the truth rearranged itself behind my eyes. The camping trip he had planned, where I got lost and nearly died of hypothermia in the woods. That had been him. The vitamin C he had handed me, the one that put me in the ICU. Him too. And this time — the skydive, thirty thousand feet, “I want the sky to witness our love”. All of it. Every single one of those accidents was him trying to delay the wedding. But Julian, I thought, I could save you the trouble. The next morning I accepted an offer that had been sitting in my inbox for weeks: an invitation from a world-class orchestra on the other side of the planet.

At the engagement banquet, Monique Walton is in the middle of telling all the guests and the viewers of the livestream that's taking place about our tale of romance. What she doesn't know is that I have already swapped out the romantic video of our sweet memories for the racy clip of her and Terry Caldwell going at it like rabbits. When the clip is presented on the monitor, everyone falls silent immediately. That's when the live comments on the livestream instantly overwhelm the comment section. Monique turns around in a fluster, the well-maintained smile on her face starting to crack bit by bit. She stumbles toward the control panel, accidentally knocking over the champagne tower in her haste. Amid the chaos, I draw to my feet and walk onto the stage. Then, I pick up the microphone Monique has just dropped. "Everyone, this engagement banquet is officially canceled. From now on, Monique Walton and I are no longer affiliated with each other."

"You can hate me all you want, Cameron," Brandon murmured, lips brushing his ear. "But by the end of this marriage, you'll crave me." Cameron Aston is straight. Or so he thought—until his father forces him into an engagement with Brandon Deville, the arrogant, maddeningly attractive heir to a rival empire. What should have been a cold business deal turns into a dangerous game of tension, temptation, and blurred lines. Because the more Cameron fights Brandon, the harder he falls. And in this marriage, losing might mean wanting something he swore he never would.

Brandon’s lips brushed against mine, his voice a low murmur. “Didn’t think you’d be on your knees for me so soon, sunflower.” I shoved him back, breath unsteady. “This isn’t a game.” But it was. With his father cutting him off and his half-brother poised to take everything, Cameron had no choice. Marrying Brandon the man he despised most—was the only way to secure his inheritance. Brandon was insufferable. Arrogant. And worst of all… he was enjoying every second of this. Cameron was straight. He hated him. Or was he?