Camera Titan Novels & Stories

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I cooked everything Ethan loved. He didn't come home. I sat alone at the table until the food went cold. Then I did what I always did. I opened Selene's profile on the pack network. New post. One hour ago. A photo of Ethan, shirtless, building a fire in her den. Her hand on his shoulder. Her face turned toward the camera with a smile that showed too many teeth. The caption read: Grateful for old friends who drop everything when you need them. Even their marking anniversaries. I stared at it until my eyes burned. Then I liked it. Filed the bond-dissolution request. And started packing the trunk I'd kept ready for months. Ethan didn't believe it when he found out. "She's throwing a fit," I heard he told his packmates. "Give her three days." "I'll crook my finger and she'll come running back." "She always does." What he didn't understand was why I always came back. It was because I loved him. That was gone now.

"It wouldn't be the first nor the last time any one of you Titan Gods had affairs with ‘Greek Gods’ you know," Thaelia twisted her lips. Lukas face hardened and he tried to keep it like that, but one look at her face and a smile broke out of him and he's laughing hard. She accompanied him and chuckled softly, adorably, and it drove the son of Helios crazy. "Didn't know moon princesses could contain that much spite." "What can I say?" She lowered her voice, licking her lips. Her beauty was much more obvious, with her eyes the color of the sea, lined with gold, and lips rose. It was enough to make him realise he's drowning again, only this time it's on the color of her eyes. "You... inspire me." "Inspire you?" "Yes," She smiled sweetly *** There's two things that strikes Talia as she starts reading the book of her past—Lukas was a reckless son of Helios, Ajaxson was the son of Ajax who's head over heels in love with her while she was a moon princess desired by both of them. To add a Greek Goddess Hera made it impossible for her to stay happy with Lukas. It was just not written in the stars. ***

"I can smell your arousal, Omega. Now quit being stubborn, spread those legs wide, and welcome me with gratitude." I stared at him quietly. I was dripping wet, but I wasn't letting any other Alpha use me like that. "I am sorry, Alpha, but I would have to reject your offer." He froze and stared blankly at me for a while. He looked stunned more by the fact that he did not believe anyone could reject him. Future Alphas and some selected warriors are taken away from the Titan pack to undergo serious training until the present Alpha dies. They are devoid of all forms of pleasure and denied mates until they return when they are allowed to have sex with any female and release sexual tension until they are blessed with mates. I was one of the slaves dragged away from my pack after a raid. I was there to scrub floors and clean dishes while staying invisible until I bumped into the Alpha who was said to be ruthless, and he asked to ride me. I rejected politely. It baffled him so much. Every female will die to ride him, but I, a slave from the lowest rank of Omegas had the backbone to reject him.

It is the third year of my marriage when the video of my bodyguard, Julian Sutherland, holding an umbrella over me in a downpour goes viral. Overnight, the internet becomes obsessed with the "Icy Protector and his Forbidden Heiress." Netizens are relentless; they dig through the archives until they unearth a ten-year-old clip. In the video, a girl was holding a pair of high-heeled shoes while sprinting through the Folander airport. My friend teased, "No way, Ms. Serina Brown. Are you really flying back home to confess to that poor man? What could you possibly see in him?" The camera shakes, capturing my youthful face. I was just a reckless 20-year-old. "I love Julian. I love everything about him." That night, after seeing the video, Julian loses his composure and bursts into my room. "I didn't know you loved me back then. I thought… I thought… God, it was never supposed to end like this." I pull my coat around me and stand rooted on the spot, remaining silent. Suddenly, a mocking laugh echoes from behind me. Someone places their hand firmly on my waist and says, "Are you trying to reminisce about your love with my wife right in front of me? Do I look dead to you?"

In a world where appearances are everything, Lola Navarro's carefully constructed life shatters when a twist of fate entwines her with Santiago Morales—her best friend's enigmatic older brother. He's a titan of industry, a rumored playboy whose charisma is as legendary as his fortune. A sudden, inescapable scandal thrusts them into a high-stakes charade: a public engagement designed to deceive the voracious media and safeguard their reputations. Forced into the same living space, their lives become an intricate dance of whispered secrets and undeniable proximity. Beneath the dazzling facade, the carefully built walls around their hearts begin to crumble. Sparks fly, tempers flare, and as the lines between their 'performance' and their true selves blur, an electric, forbidden attraction ignites. But the world watches, and the powerful forces that brought them together threaten to tear them apart. Can Lola, fiercely independent and suddenly thrust into the limelight, navigate the treacherous currents of Santiago's world? And can Santiago, a man accustomed to controlling every aspect of his empire, surrender to a love that defies all logic? In a city built on illusions, they must decide if their burgeoning connection is a dangerous fantasy or the most powerful truth of all. Will their love story be a fleeting headline, or a timeless romance forged in the crucible of public scrutiny?

Blurb: “Accept it,” he roared, his eyes filled with hatred and disgust. “I… Arielle accepts your rejection,” she gasped, the words tearing through her soul. A flash of broken red light. A bond shattered. *** Arielle, Luna of the Moon Titan Pack, is the last surviving heir of a fallen bloodline, orphaned by the brutal murder of her parents. She believed love would be her salvation. She was wrong. On the night of the full moon, she is betrayed… and killed. But the Moon Goddess is not finished with her. Reborn with a celestial mark, Arielle rises as something the world has never seen before—a Tribrid: wolf, witch, and vampire. A being of immense power, feared across the realms. One who could unite or destroy depending on the heart that wields it. But fate has a cruel sense of justice. Her path collides with Alpha Ethan Blackthorn, the cursed Alpha she once rejected. His name is spoken in fear. Dark, dangerous and burdened by secrets, Ethan is everything she swore to resist. Yet destiny binds them in ways neither can escape. As secrets unravel and buried betrayals rise, Arielle must decide who she will become— Will she burn the world in vengeance… Or rise above the bloodshed and rule it?

Serafina Vale didn’t want love anymore, she wanted war and a husband to help her start it. Her ex-fiancé slept with her stepsister and proposed to her on camera, in front of everyone. So yeah—she needed to hit back, fast and publicly. With help from her best friend, Rhea, she was supposed to meet a broke model at a diner. Sweet guy, easy to handle. Just enough to stir drama and ruin the happy couple’s fairytale. But she sat at the wrong table and accidentally proposed to the wrong man. Dorian Everhart was the opposite of harmless. He was cold, unreadable and terrifyingly rich. He absolutely had no business saying yes. But…he did. He married her the same day with no questions asked or rules attached either. She thought she was the one using him. But he didn’t seem to bulge, and now, she’s starting to wonder, who really set this up? Why does her stepsister flinch every time Dorian’s name comes up? and why does he know so much about her family? What the hell does he want from her? And worse….why does a part of her want him to take it?

After I was falsely accused of being a third wheel by a fake heiress, she hired a group of people to corner me in the delivery room under the pretense of giving me an intervention. "How dare you, a shameless mistress, hope to secure a place with your child!" "Today, I'm going to make sure that b*stard in your belly is gone for good. Let's see if you dare get into my man's bed again." The group blocked the delivery room door, their faces twisted with malice as they refused to let the doctors deliver my baby. I begged them to let me go, but they only laughed cruelly and forced me down in front of a camera while I struggled through labor. They forcefully pulled the baby out of my belly and killed him right in front of me. I clung to my child's lifeless body, sobbing hysterically, while they posted my miserable state online with the caption, 'This is what happens to mistresses.' Later, I exposed her fake heiress status and revealed the dirty secrets of her and those people who were allegedly giving me an intervention online. Relentlessly attacked by netizens until she had nowhere left to turn, she ended up begging me for forgiveness. I pointed to the edge of the rooftop and said, "Jump, and I'll forgive you."

It was only a sixty-second dare: Kiss the campus "Ghost" and keep my crown. I never expected that the boy in the thrift-store hoodie would be the one to ruin me. To the students at St. Jude’s, Elias Thorne is a scholarship nobody. To me, he was social suicide—a boy beneath my notice. But when I pressed my lips to his, the world didn’t just catch fire. It exploded. One night of frantic, impulsive mistakes in the back of a car was supposed to be my dark secret. I was the Ice Queen; I was supposed to wake up, wash the taste of him off my tongue, and go back to being perfect. I was wrong. Elias isn't a ghost anymore. He’s a shadow that follows me into every room. He has my secret caught on camera, and he has a hunger in his eyes that scares me more than the scandal. He doesn't want my apology, and he doesn't want my money. He wants me. Now, every time I see him in the hallway, my heart hammers against my ribs—not with disgust, but with a terrifying, suffocating craving. I’m supposed to be the one sitting on the throne, but Elias Thorne is the one holding the crown... and he’s not letting go. He was the nerd I was dared to kiss. Now, I'm the obsession he's determined to keep.

"What are you trying to do? Get the hell out of my office!" He yelled at me but I ignored all his rant and approached him on his office seat, having unzipped my skimpy top a little, so that he gets a pleasurable view of my huge , bulging out of it. "If you resist me, I will make sure to leak all your secret doings to the public, so that all can see who you really are. Your name will be on the papers by Monday, and you will lose the respect of your employees. I'm sure you wouldn't want that to happen? Why not just relax and me here and now? These are craving your lustful touch". "Get behind me Satan! You slow poison! You wouldn't dare blackmail me." "Oh really? Remember I still have the tape with me. You just wait and see. Dare to resist me now and I will go straight to the press and media." As he was still pondering on whether to succumb to my demands or not, I got closer to him and forcefully crashed my lips against his, as my huge soft collapsed on his hard chest. Just then, the door was opened and my colleague was standing with a camera, recording our romantic scene.