Cheesecake Warehouse Icarly Novels & Stories

"Good can't exist without evil. But what happens when we are neither?" Elliot Harvard has assembled a team of misfits. There’s Bryan, the hot-headed elemental; Classy, who can manipulate matter; and Mello, whose art becomes reality. But among the new recruits living in the secret base, one figure stands apart: Northstar. Silent, brooding, and terrifyingly powerful, Northstar is the host of the Shadowalker—a mythical demon created to destroy life but cursed to protect it. He lives in the gray area between light and darkness, possessing knowledge that predates history. When the squad faces their first real test against a horde of monsters in an abandoned warehouse, things take a deadly turn. With one of their own infected by Dracula and fading fast, the team must rely on Northstar’s dangerous connection to the Null Void. But can they trust a demon who claims to have no emotions for humans? The training is over. The war against the supernatural has begun.

Four years ago, following a betrayal from her half-sister and boyfriend, Diane McKenzie was involved in a ghastly accident that cost the life of her unborn baby. Now, Diane is determined to make a name for herself by working hard and reaching the highest status quo in society so she could get revenge on the people who betrayed her so badly. She gets a job in the popular Redskins Group of Company as a storekeeper and everything seems to be going well until she is locked in the warehouse and finds a little boy of three, who is inexplicably attached to her. The boy with his bright green eyes reminds her so much of what her son would have been if he didn't die at such an unexpected moment. Diane is thrown into a dilemma when her boss —Lucius Blackwood, who turns out to be the little boy's father offers her a proposal she finds impossible to refuse... Secrets are uncovered and identities unfold but Diane is completely oblivious to Lucius' true identity and the boy's abilities…

Love was never soft. It was loaded. New York City, 1950. Behind velvet curtains and glittering chandeliers, the city’s elite dance to the tune of money, politics, and blood. Amy Finn is a cold-blooded mafia boss with a reputation as deadly as the gun she keeps hidden in her tailored tuxedo. She doesn’t make mistakes. Not anymore. Especially not with women. Especially not with daughters of the enemy. Eliano “Ellie” Marchetti is young, wealthy, and restless — born into the family that betrayed Amy and the woman she once loved. But when Ellie sneaks into a forbidden warehouse one night and witnesses something she was never meant to see, their lives collide. Obsessed, fascinated, and dangerously drawn to each other, Ellie and Amy begin a slow-burning dance of dominance, desire, and secrets too explosive to bury. But Ellie doesn’t know the truth — about her mother, about the war she was born into, and the woman whose heart Amy once vowed never to touch again. One woman is fire. The other is the match. And some love stories are written in gunpowder.

The stock remained in the warehouse for two months. The final payment due date arrived, but the company’s finance department was still unwilling to make the payment. I followed up numerous times, and the finance director finally got sick of me. “Our capital is all currently invested in wealth management products. If we liquidate it all, we’d lose four hundred dollars a day! Who then would bear the loss of the company? “Tell them to put it on our tab. We’ll immediately pay it once the investments mature!” I patiently explained that the supplier was not willing to accept any delayed payments. They would only hand us the stock once they received the money. She sized me up for a moment. “Women in sales are basically escorts! Just play coy with the supplier, and they would give you the stock! Why are you pretending to be better than that?” I was stunned. Left without a choice, I mortgaged my new house. The stock was worth four million dollars. I would be able to double the profit once I sold that off.

At the Costa family's annual capo banquet, Marco Costa declared the family would extend protection to one woman only: Rosa Frost, his childhood sweetheart, newly divorced and newly returned to the family fold. One by one, the other women slipped away into the night with their money, their dignity, and fresh protectors already lined up. I, Viola Rossi, once his Donna, was severed from the Costa family entirely, with nowhere left to go. Twenty-one years prior, The System ripped me into this life with a brutal mandate: make one of four made men fall irrevocably in love with me, and I'd earn my way back to my real life with a healthy body. I failed. Every single one of them chose Rosa. The system's final mercy: die here, go home. I stood in a rotting Brooklyn dock warehouse, gun in hand, and closed my eyes. Right as darkness closed in, a raw, raging scream of my name tore through the silence, like the man shouting would burn the whole world apart to reach me.

"You are mine. And no one can own you except me," Dimitri commanded, his voice cold as ice. "I am not your property," Natasha shot back, her eyes burning with defiance. "You have no right to own me." But in the dark underworld of the mafia, rights don't exist. Only power. Dimitri Volkov is a ruthless Mafia billionaire who controls everything- his empire, his enemies, and now her. When he takes Natasha captive after a violent warehouse massacre, he expects her to break like everyone else. She refuses. She fights. She challenges him in ways that ignite an obsession he can't control. Natasha is trapped in a golden cage, caught between two impossible choices. She came to his world for a reason- to access secrets that could destroy him completely. But as Dimitri's possessive love deepens and his obsession consumes them both, staying becomes harder. Leaving becomes impossible. Some prisons are built with steel. Others are built with desire. In the end, love might be the most dangerous cage of all.

As the flames engulfed my body in the underground warehouse, I used the last of my strength to call my brother, the new Don of the Moretti family. Just as I was about to draw my last breath, Lorenzo finally answered, his voice as cold as the Sicilian winter wind. "Isabella, what the hell are you up to now?" "Brother, save me…" My voice was barely a whisper, but he cut me off without a hint of mercy. "Can't you go one day without causing trouble?" "Liliana's debutante dinner is next week. If you don't show up, I'll drag you back here myself." He hung up without a second thought, completely oblivious to the desperation in my voice. Despair mingled with the searing agony that wracked my body as the flames danced higher, and I couldn't hold on any longer. As I closed my eyes, tears still trickled from their corners. You won't have to drag me back, my brother. I'm never coming back.

On a stormy night during the apocalypse, my own mother threw me out of the house while I was burning with fever, along with my husky, so my little brother would have a better chance of surviving. She shouted through the crack in the door, “Take that useless mutt and go die somewhere. Stop wasting your brother’s food!” I huddled in a pile of trash with my dog in my arms, convinced I was going to die. Then my husky suddenly spoke. “Host’s vital signs critically low. Infinite Supply Search System activated.” “Supermarket warehouse one hundred meters ahead. Three thousand freeze-dried meals detected.” “Pharmacy five hundred meters to the left. Five hundred boxes of antibiotics detected.” Three days later, I’d built a fortress with packs of dogs and mountains of supplies. I sat inside eating steak and watching the show. Outside the barbed wire, my mother and brother were on their knees, fighting each other over half a piece of moldy bread. I smiled. “Mom, even dogs wouldn’t eat that. Better savor it.”

All it took was a single exchange between my sister and Giselle’s lover, and my daughter accused her of stealing a gold bracelet. As a result, my sister was left to die in a warehouse for three whole days. With my sister’s life hanging by a thread, I got on my knees and pleaded before my wife and daughter. “Please, let Lucy go. She won’t speak to Theo again.” Faced with my pleas, my daughter simply let out a cruel smile. “I can release her, but only if she returns the bracelet.” Lucy never took the bracelet in the first place. There was no way she could return something that was never in her possession. Agony ripped through me as I crawled toward Giselle. “Please, Giselle. I’m begging you. Please let her go. She’s going to die at this rate!” Giselle took one cold, hard look at me before uttering, “So she’s been hung to dry for three days. She won’t die. If you really want her release, you should hand over your mother’s keepsake to Theo.”

Adira lives in a place where there are many so-called gangsters, and she belongs there. She is an orphan with her sister, but her sister does not treat her well, so she decides to leave to go off on her own. Now she lives alone in an old warehouse ever since their parents passed away. The only thing she makes a living from is accepting missions from those who can afford her services. Adira does not accept a mission if the price is life. The king, King Stephen, has been receiving threats on his son's life. He doesn't trust his companions inside the palace except for his son and General Agustin. Even though it was against Adira's rules that she would not accept a mission similar to that of the prince, she accepted it because of the king and his love for his son, agreeing to train him with the sword and keep him safe. Now, with her rules compromised, she's committed to the family. Will she be able to keep her emotions in check? How can she explain the sudden beating of her heart every time the prince is around her? Is she prepared to risk her life for this man?