Blue Veins Under My Tongue Novels & Stories

Elara Moretti never dreamed her wedding would feel like a funeral. Given away by the only family she’s ever known, she’s forced into a cold, loveless marriage to Mateo Navarro—the feared heir to a powerful mafia empire. He’s everything she was taught to fear: ruthless, dominant, and utterly unbothered by the tears of a wife he never wanted. In the Navarro estate, silence is survival. So Elara learns to be silent. He humiliates her in front of his mistresses. She lowers her head. He uses her as a symbol of control. She pretends not to feel. But every day in Mateo’s home chips away at the girl Elara used to be. Elara may look fragile... but something inside her refuses to break. And while Mateo rules his world with an iron fist, he’s about to learn that not every pawn stays in place. Because the most dangerous kind of woman… is the one who learns to watch, wait, and never forget.

"Jamil! Sophia!” “I swear to my moon goddess! My soul will stay restless until I take my revenge on both of you! For killing me and my beloved once!" "It's Luna's swear to you!" Declaring, she collapsed on the floor with a blurred vision before finally shutting her eyes to accept her tragic death in sleep. Her blood turned colder, and her body stopped moving. The burning pain slowly faded, and her heart took the last beat of this life. Layla Gomez, after being betrayed and killed mercilessly by her true mate, Jamil. She could feel hate and regret for choosing him. In her last breath, she prayed to the Moon Goddess if she would get another life; she swore to get her revenge and change her faith. What would happen when Moon Goddess heard her pray and Layla found herself not dying but travelling back in the past, just a week before her 18th birthday? Will she be able to change her faith this time? Or does the Past repeat itself?

Reborn into a new life, the first thing I did was call off my marking ceremony with Alexander. I even handed the Luna Crown over to my younger sister, Lilith. I deliberately engineered every opportunity for them to be alone, quietly stepping out of their way. I did it because in our past life, we were husband and wife. Yet, when I was old, bedridden, and drawing my final breaths, he never visited me once. Instead, he spent every single day by Lilith's side. Only later did I discover that he had been sleeping with her behind my back. They had even had pups together. On my deathbed, he actually fell to his knees and begged me, with sickening devotion, to dissolve our bond so he could finally fulfill his "true love" with my sister. Now that I’ve been given a second chance, my only wish is to go somewhere he can never reach me.

On Mating Day, Elara Vale finds her boyfriend, Liam Ashcroft, cheating on her with her mean half-sister, Seraphina Vale. This happens on the same day he was supposed to choose Elara as his mate. It hurts even more when Liam says Seraphina is his true mate, giving them the right to be together. Heartbroken, Elara runs into the forbidden forest. There, she meets a dangerous stranger. His scent triggers a mating heat Elara was never meant to feel. Thinking he is a rogue, she gives in to one night with him and runs away before morning, never seeing his face. When Elara gets home Elara is really scared to find out that someone has marked Elara. Her father, Rowan Vale tells her that he will kill her if she does not find a man who's willing to marry a woman like Elara who has a mark. Elara thinks that no man wants to be, with her. Then something surprising happens. The man that everyone is afraid of, Alpha Kael Nightborne of Nightfall Pack decides that he wants to marry Elara. Alpha Kael Nightborne chooses Elara to be his bride. There is something about this person that feels really familiar in a kind of way. This person seems to be someone I have met before. I just cannot quite put my finger on who he is.. Something, about him feels dangerously familiar.

I've been pent up for far so long that my hormones are going out of balance. So, I decide to visit a massage parlor that my best friend has recommended to me, hoping that I can completely get rid of the sense of emptiness that's inside me. When the young and well-built masseuse begins caressing me with his scalding palms, I feel the flames of lust burning brighter within me to the point they are about to swallow my rationality whole…

"I want you... right here... right now." I breathed. His lips hovered over mine, his breath mingling with my own as he spoke. "Once I start, there's no turning back." I swallowed hard and nodded. My gaze dropped to his lips, full and tempting. I watched, craving, as his tongue swept across his bottom lip "How could I possibly want you to stop when my body is aching for your touch?" The words slipped before I could stop them. For a second, I thought he would push me away again, but then something in him snapped. His lips inched closer to mine, and his fingers lightly stroked my cleavage. The touch made my breasts push higher against my dress, my nipples tightening, my chest heaving as my heartbeat raced. It was all getting too intense, and I was tempted to run and pretend this never happened. But the ache between my legs was too strong to ignore. I wasn’t about to let this moment slip away. “Kiss me," I whispered, pressing my body closer to his in a slow, seductive tease. “Make me forget him....” A dark and intense forbidden love story about a good girl gone bad, Clairessa Hartwood thought she had it all—until heartbreak drove her to revenge. After catching her boyfriend, Adrian Storm, cheating, she seduces his powerful father, Gabriel Storm, while withholding the truth about her previous relationship with his son. Gabriel finally gives in, and they begin a passionate affair, even as Adrian tries to win Clairessa back. Clairessa wants more from the relationship, but Gabriel, still haunted by past betrayals, refuses to commit and ultimately breaks things off. Clairessa navigates heartbreak, desire, and love, she finds herself trapped in a dangerous love triangle between father and son.

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."

My husband, Daniel Thompson, looked down on me. I was just a farmer's daughter in his eyes, and he never loved the son I gave birth to. It wasn’t until our baby turned 100 days old that he held him for the first time. Then, one day, his first love, Claire Matthews, came back to the city. That night at dinner, Daniel, who was always cold and distant, finally smiled. He even reached across the table and placed a piece of meat on Noah’s plate. Noah beamed all evening, clutching onto that tiny gesture like it was a treasure. Just before bed, he whispered to me, "Mom, do you think he likes me now… even just a little?" I wrapped him in my arms, tears blurring my vision as I gently shook my head. "No, sweetheart. It’s because the woman he truly loves is back. It’s time for us to go."

Following an unexpected incident, Aminah agreed to transfer to the province of Aurora; she expected her life in the province to turn into a new leaf after the misery that had befallen her previously. As she felt the winds of faith in her life when she moved, she had no idea what lay ahead for her. Will Aminah be able to handle the unorthodox issues that arise in her life? Will she be able to unravel the mystery in Paco's town? What exactly will happen when Aminah begins to dive into Satan's eyes? Join Aminah as she delves into Satan's eyes to unravel the mystery of Paco’s town.

I disappeared in the year Sebastian Ferraro loved me most. For thirteen years, he never got an explanation. And for thirteen years, I punished myself by never watching his games, never saying his name, and never thinking about the promise we made in that old hockey rink. Until I returned to this city and saw a faded poster outside the abandoned arena. Sebastian was only seventeen in the photo. He stood at the center of the ice, bright-eyed and fearless, with one sentence printed beneath him: Wait for me past the blue line. That was his promise to me. And I had missed it for thirteen years. Later, I collapsed inside his arena. When I woke up, the boy I had once failed was standing beside my hospital bed. Only he was no longer a boy. He was a professional hockey star. The heir to the Ferraro crime family. And a man whose fiancée was about to marry him. I wanted to tell him why I had left all those years ago. But he looked at me and said coldly, “The past is over. Don’t cause any misunderstandings.” That was when I finally understood. I no longer had the right to disturb his life. So I smiled, swallowed every truth I had kept buried, and booked a flight to New Zealand. I thought leaving was the last thing I could do for him. Until that plane disappeared from radar. The news spread through the whole city. Everyone said Sebastian Ferraro lost control at the airport. He went through the passenger list again and again, screaming my name like a man who had already lost everything.