Burning Roses Novels & Stories

I watched as a smug smirk formed on the corner of his lips, my heart breaking into a million pieces as my enemy triumphed over my pain. He then stride towards a cloth, using it to wipe his bloody palm, he didn't give me a reply; not yet. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of moments, he speaks up. “You would bear my heir” he replies as though it's the most casual thing to say. “And your opinion is irrelevant” ******* Iskander Damaris stood at the edge of a dark forest, his golden eyes burning with hunger. Calyx Vale's scent was etched in his mind, a fire in his blood. She was a rare-blooded she-wolf, the only kind who could bear an Alpha's heir - his heir. Her scent lingered, and a cruel smile spread across his lips. He'd spent years searching, destroying packs, and now he'd finally found her.

In the third year of our marriage, Adrian Jones made me play a game of truth or dare—and when I lost, he told me to take the place of a nightclub hostess and perform a striptease. "Macie's too timid," he said. "You dance for her." Laughter erupted around us. "Adrian's a real sport—letting us watch his wife put on a show!" "Liliana's got a body to die for. I'm burning up just looking at her." Drenched in humiliation, surrounded by crude stares and filth, I finally cracked. My voice shook. "Adrian… I want a divorce." Before I could say more, a glass of red wine hit me square in the face. Adrian scoffed, "The Shaw family's already bankrupt. Where exactly do you think you'll go without me?" However, this time, I meant it. I was done.

Norah was a ghost. Born without a scent in a world governed by pheromones, she was the invisible runt of the pack — ignored, dismissed, and forgotten. She thought being invisible was a curse, until her father sold pack secrets to a rival mafia family and vanished, leaving Norah to pay the price. Enter Declan Sutton. Ruthless Alpha. Corporate warlord. He does not want Norah's money. He buys her debt for one reason only: to use her unique anomaly as a weapon against his enemies. Declan forces Norah into a world of espionage and blood, using her scentlessness to infiltrate high-security galas and rival strongholds. But as the war between the Suttons and the Kranes escalates from corporate sabotage to slaughter, Declan realizes his new asset is more than just a tool. And when the rival Alpha Heir captures Norah, Declan must decide between saving his crumbling empire or burning the city to the ground to get her back.

I'm lying here, my body burning from within as the wolfsbane spreads through my veins. Meanwhile, my Alpha mate, Ryan, is giving the antidote I discovered to his childhood sweetheart, Vivian. With what little strength remains, I beg him to spare just a portion of the cure—enough to keep me alive for a few more days while I search for another remedy. Ryan doesn't even glance my way. He snarls, "I can't believe you're faking illness when Vivian is fighting for her life! Control your jealousy before I lose all respect for you!" Under his command, I'm confined to my quarters to "contemplate my sins." In the end, the wolfsbane consumes me completely. When Ryan discovers what he's done, he digs my grave with his own hands, howling with regret that comes too late.

(COMPLETED) Krystal Hunter died with a broken heart, a knife in her back, and one regret—she finally won the damn lottery right before she died. Ten million dollars, untouched, deposited in the bank… wasted. Or so she thought. Because when Krystal wakes up in a hospital bed—very much not dead—the world has gone to economic hell. The global economy has collapsed, the dollar has depreciated into dust... and her forgotten bank account? Now worth one hundred billion. With the world burning and billionaires falling like flies, Krystal is no longer the girl they betrayed. She’s richer than empires, hungrier than ever, and back to collect what she’s owed—with interest. Ex-lovers, fake friends, and bloodthirsty siblings beware: She died once. She’s not dying quietly again. A deliciously savage romantic revenge comedy about wealth, power, payback, and kissing someone hot while the economy collapses.

Callahan Hastings is relentless when it comes to getting what he wants, and what he wants is me–to be his private chef in the Hamptons for the summer. My dream job served to me on a silver platter by one of the wealthiest members of Pembroke Hills Country Club. The only catch? He’s my ex-boyfriend’s older brother with a reputation for being as charming as he is cunning. But Cal doesn’t take no for an answer. He draws you in with flirty smiles and extravagant promises. I should have seen him coming, but I didn’t. I should have stayed away, but I couldn’t. His playful touches and burning gaze have ignited a fire in me. The more I resist him, the more irresistible he becomes. I've always known there's an expiration date on the job–an expiration date on us. But leaving isn't going to be easy with Cal on his knees, begging me to stay...

Ivy was left to die with her mother in a burning room. When she thought it was all over, a handsome and fierce man barged through the flames. Vladimir. The Alpha of her rival pack. Instead of killing her, he captured her and took her back to his pack, forcing her into a contractual marriage to secure his position as Alpha. Yet in a pack that despised her existence, only Vladimir stood on her side. No one had been willing to save Ivy. Even her own father had wanted her sold. But Vladimir was willing. He would die for her and kill for her. And when he finally finds those responsible for her suffering, he skins them alive without mercy, just as the ruthless Alpha he is. "This is just a contractual marriage, so why are you being so protective of that bitch?!" a woman yelled. "One more word about my wife," Vladimir snarled, "and I will cut off your tongue."

Lilith wanted more than anything to destroy the life of the man who had killed her father and taken get pack into slavery, but unfortunately, she fell hard for him instead. "How do you choose to love? I believe I have no place in my heart to love anyone. But, I want to love my child, I just don't know how to" He said, staring at the moon beside the river bank. "It isn't difficult Alpha,once you open your heart to the person you truly love, it'll burn down all hate." She replied, staring at him with burning cheeks, while touching her stomach. But now, his entire pack are against their love, and Lucien must do all he can to save the woman he loves dearly who is also carrying his child. To do this, he has to choose between his life or the life of the woman he loves dearly.

I was the human Luna who believed an Alpha’s promise of peace. I gave Damien Thorncroft my trust, my rebellion, and my heart. In return, he gave me a crown with no power, a marriage full of lies, and a death sentence the moment I learned the truth. He never loved me. He used me to destroy my people from the inside. But death did not keep me. I woke up on the day we first met, with every betrayal still burning in my memory. This time, I will not be his pawn. I will smile, bow, and let the Alpha believe he still owns the game. But while Damien prepares to use me, I prepare to ruin him. Then a dangerous stranger with silver eyes finds me in Black Hollow, and I learn the truth my enemies tried to bury. He is not a rogue. He is the lost Lycan King. And my blood may be the key to his throne.

"Two hundred pieces of gold." I whipped my head in the direction of the voice. It was sexy and authoritative. "No. Make it three hundred pieces of gold. I want that woman." The crowd gasped. My eyes frantically looked for that person and came face to face with a man whose hair reminded me of the ashes after burning the wood. His gray eyes bore into mine. 'Mine,' my wolf uttered. "Going once. Twice. Thrice. Sold!" Master Henderson was all smiles. "The item goes to His Majesty King Elio. You will never regret it, Your Majesty." King Elio? I knew that name. The Lycan King was my mate? ------------------------------- Flora was desperate to look for Sabrina, her sister who was suddenly missing five years ago. She believed it had something to do with the Lycan King. 'Cause why not? Their cruel custom of selling or killing unmated she-wolves every five years started because of the Lycan King.