Blossom Mad Novels & Stories

This is the completed 2nd book to No One's Luna, which can also be found on Good Novel. After kidnapping Ellie, and multiple failed attempts to win her over as his Luna, The Alpha of the Knight Moon Pack goes mad with his lust for her. With everything she's been through, Ellie is finding it harder to hold onto the hope she'll ever see Colin again. With multiple rogues hellbent on revenge, will Ellie Miner and Colin Winter ever make it to their Alpha and Luna ceremony? Or will the rogues get the revenge they seek?

Aria is an orphan living with her uncle, when she turns eighteen, she realizes it was her turn to enter into the family pattern but in her case she was engaged to the Mafia enforcer of an opposing group, Viktor of the Blacktop, the most powerful Russian group in New York. He's rumored to be cold, cruel and doesn't have feelings, his brother who is the capo is a mad man and more importantly, she isn't a virgin as everyone thought, what then happens if Viktor realizes he isn't getting what he bargains for.

Eleanor always wanted a fresh start. She was raised in the mafia and was constantly exposed to guns, death, and blood. On the night she is kidnapped by an infamous Don, she manages to escape. But instead of going back to her old life, she decides to start a new one. She runs into the city of Rome and her true passion and love for food are sparked. When she meets Dante Santa Cruz, she no longer believes that anything can return her to the world she fled. But how could she forget that she was the daughter of the mad queen?

Taissa Allendale, young, single mother of two and struggling to keep the wolf from the door. Pretty nonexistent social life. When a drunken night of passion leads to her carrying a rich, handsome billionaire's baby, her already lopsided world is thrown off balance completely. Channing Chevrolet, the Channing Chevrolet. He had always believed he had all a young man could ever want, that was until he met a beautiful stranger one night and found himself needing her as he needs oxygen. Taissa and Channing, they had nothing in common, so what could possibly bring them together? And the secrets folded beneath, just what trouble could their blossom bring?

My stepfather, Greg Pelton, takes me to his private cinema to watch an adult movie. Apparently, that's the coming-of-age gift he has prepared for me. As I watch the man and the woman tangling with each other in the movie, I feel itchy all over my body. I can't resist squeezing my damp thighs together while trying very hard to endure the jolts of electricity tingling my skin. Upon noticing my flushed cheeks, Greg stops between my legs and yanks off my panties immediately. "Darling, let me teach you how to blossom into a real woman. Surely you'll be obedient, right?"

I had been Silas Sterling's mate for seven years. We decided to get tattoos of each other's names. This was a Binding Tattoo that represented eternal love in the Moonstone Wolf pack. It had the power to bind mates eternally. When I got the tattoo, I realized the malicious words 'Public Male Amenity' had been tattooed on my chest. It chilled me to the bone. My adopted sister, Greta Pound, was the one who tattooed me. She covered her mouth as she laughed. "Don't you always enjoy attracting the attention of all the male werewolves by dressing so skimpily in the pack, Freya? I'm just helping you to publicize this." Greta was a female werewolf I had saved. Why was she treating me this way when I treated her like my sister? I grabbed her hair angrily, but Silas pushed me violently to the side as he pulled Greta protectively into his arms. He frowned as he berated me unhappily, "Greta was just joking with you. Why are you so mad about it?" I stared at his bare chest where my name should be tattooed. However, the name 'Greta' was there instead. She looked up at me from Silas' arms and smiled innocently yet tauntingly at me. "Silas said our names rhymed, Freya, so I played a joke by tattooing my name on him. You aren't mad about this, are you?"

After the car accident, one of the Johnson sons was dead and the other gravely injured. When my devout, devoted husband woke up in the hospital, he called out, "Dorothy." He claimed that his body then held the soul of his brother, Elias Johnson. I went mad, calling doctors, priests, anyone I could, desperate to bring my husband back. It was not until that night that I overheard his conversation with our son: "Father, you've loved aunt for years. You even kept yourself chaste in your private prayer room, waiting. Now, finally, you can be with her openly." The man in the bed reached out to stroke our son's hair. "If it weren't to stop your mother from destroying her relationship, I wouldn't have married her." I hid in the shadows, still reeling from their words, when I saw what happened after our son left. The husband I had always known, icy, composed, and ascetic to maintain his devout faith for seven years, was then holding his sister-in-law close on that tiny hospital bed, sharing a warmth meant for lovers. The next day, I applied for Jim Johnson's death certificate and burned our marriage certificate. At his grand wedding, I climbed aboard the helicopter sent to fetch me. However, my once-cold husband went mad, chasing after us down several streets, desperate and unhinged.

"N...no y...you don't g..go. He will come. He will b...beat me. You also hide here. He is very bad. He beats. I'm s...scared of him. S...save me. He..." Biya screamed hysterically freeing her arms from his grip. She doesn't seem in right state of mind. "I'm r...running. You take me from here. He is very bad." Biya was freeing herself from his grasp and abruptly ran to the door. But in the next moment she was in Sikandar clutches. "Where are you running? Are you mad?" Sikandar roared shaking at her badly. But Biya wasn't in her senses. "No...he..you don't know him. He is very cruel...he..." Seeing her screaming like mad Sikandar has to again raise his hand and slapped her mercilessly. His hands left it's print on her cheek. With her hand on her cheek, Biya was looking at the man who slapped her. Deeply blinded by taking revenge of his past incident from the murderer of his childhood Sikandar Shah happen to kidnap the daughter of that man. He inflict his brutality on that innocent and sweet girl to the extent that he forcefully made her marry him and physically and mentally abuse and torture Biya. Will Biya survive the pain and brutally he is inflicting on her? Or will Sikandar Shah show some mercy for that little girl in lowering his assault and torture on her? How they will thrive in this unforseen situation?

Lacey Stevens father is in serious financial trouble. The only way to get him out of it is to marry the notorious billionaire, Blake Dandridge. The problem is Blake is a dastardly ruthless man who is rumored to have murdered his own father to get control of the family business, Alden Investments. The bride gets cold feet and runs, leaving Blake to look like a fool in front of all of New York's elite. He's mad as hell about it and he isn't going to stop looking for her so he can make her pay.

San Francisco royalty, Killian Fobster is an egotistical, manipulative asshole who will rather fuck an octopus on live television than get tied down to a woman. But when his one-night-stand from two months ago shows up in his office with not-so-pleasant news, he has to make certain decisions that may involve going against everything he stands for. With his vicious good looks, skirt-chasing habits, and cold demeanor, he is the last person a sweet girl like Hope Sterling should be involved with, but desperate times call for rather creative measures, and soon after she finds herself trapped in the sham of a fake union that threatens to blossom into something that may change her life forever.