Chicago Mothman Novels & Stories

For four years I was his secretary, and for four years I warmed his bed. I knew everything, from his family business to the secrets he whispered to me at night. But to him, I was nothing more than a toy he could summon whenever he pleased. The moment his first love, Sofia Costa, flew back into the country, he humiliated me without a second thought. He kissed her in a Sicilian church, abandoned me on a rain-soaked road with a gash ten inches long on my calf, and later dismissed me with a cold, cutting line. He said I was someone unimportant, someone he could simply ignore. She waved the tulip plush he'd given her in front of me. "I'm the only one he loves. You were just a stand-in." While I rebuilt my life in Chicago and finally found some peace, this ruthless Mafia don knelt outside my door, eyes red with emotion. "Elena, come back to me." I kicked his hand away with a smile. "Your so-called devotion disgusts me."

I married Don Alessandro in secret. The Five Families of Chicago had ruled for generations. And I had married into the most powerful of them. For four years, Alessandro made me promises. One hundred and twelve times. And one hundred and twelve times, he left me standing alone. The first time, his ex‑girlfriend’s father had a heart attack. Alessandro canceled the wedding and stayed with her for three full weeks. The second time, she crashed her Maserati into a fountain in Monaco. Drunk. He flew there overnight and paid off the police chief personally. Every time, right before our wedding, she manufactured another crisis. I begged. I screamed. I put a knife to my own wrist. Alessandro just laughed, pulled the blade from my hand, and fucked me against the nearest wall. “She’s my ex‑girlfriend. You’re my wife. You don't need to be jealous of her.” After the one hundred and twelfth time, I stopped feeling anything. I pushed a piece of agreement in front of him.“Our marriage. Our alliance. Consider it terminated.”

Alessandra For three months, Zane was the perfect boyfriend, the normal guy I was starting to fall in love with until I found out who he really was. the truth however was that he was a murderer, not just a murderer but Chicago's most feared boss. Kian Arreas. the kingpin of secrets ,lies and violence. His lies shattered my peaceful world so I ran and he let me or so I thought , but his world had reached me pulling me into the darkness. little did I know I was the light in his world. I was a pawn in a war I never asked to be apart of. Kian was out for blood ready to tear the world apartjust for me and but as fate would have it, he was already bound to Cathleen and she was doing everything in her power to have and keep him. His family's decision was final and I had no part in that but he wouldn't let me go. Kian My princess was all I had. kingpin and murderer, ruthless and cold. the world could fuck itself for all I cared. As long as I had her that was all I needed and I would destroy the world to keep her.

"You like what I do to you, darling? As much as you don't want it, your eyes show desire." Noah wakes up to a naked man in his bed. Last night, this naked man was a stray he picked up off the rain-soaked streets of Chicago's South Side. Noah doesn't know what he's brought into his life, but as the stranger begins to unravel showing his dark, mysterious side, he finds himself in a love that's forbidden. Dominic Voss, a cold mafia boss who loses his memories after a brutal hit from rival gangs, finds himself in the gritty world of strip clubs and survival. Hunted down by his enemies, Dominic creates an illusion of happiness with Noah, even when he has sixty days left before his amnesia leads to permanent memory loss and his past catches up. Their love is forbidden. A mafia boss. A stripper. It's war. Dominic isn't willing to let go, but if his rivals get to him first, he won't even remember Noah loved him at all.

They call me 'Ghost.' The king of mercenaries, feared across the entire black market. But for Madeline, the Godmother of the Chicago Mafia, I walked away from it all. She wanted me by her side, so I became a normal man. We were married for five years. The entire underworld knew she loved me more than life itself. She even had my dagger tattooed next to her family's crest—a permanent mark of loyalty. Until I got the photo from her lover. The bartender was naked, his chest covered in red scratches from her nails. Madeline’s hand, with its red polish, was still on his waist. He’d drawn his name right next to my dagger on her skin. And my wife had let him. "Madeline says I'm the only one who can make her feel like a woman. You can't satisfy her anymore. It's time to make way for a younger man." I didn't reply. I just made a call. "Hello. I need a new identity. And a plane ticket."

Xena Cross spent three years married to a man who treated her like a problem he hadn't figured out how to solve yet. Then Adrian solved it publicly, calling her a criminal in front of everyone who mattered in Chicago, with her own sister standing beside him and smiling. She had nowhere to go and no one willing to pick up her calls. Then Dante Yale showed up, got her out, and offered her a deal. Marry him. Take his name. Let him handle the rest. She said yes. She needed a way out and he was offering one. What she didn't know was that Dante had been watching her for three years, that he had the evidence to stop that night before it happened and chose not to, and that every move he has made since was planned long before she had any say in it. The revenge is going exactly as planned, and the world is finally at Xena's feet. But as she falls for the man who saved her, she's about to learn that Dante Yale didn't just find her in the wreckage—he's the one who ensured she crashed.

Broke waitress Callie Brooks is just trying to survive and keep her sick mother alive, till being at the wrong place at the wrong time, changes the course of her life. She witnesses a murder in an alley she should not have been in, and is subsequently pulled into the life of the most feared man in Chicago, Marcus Vane. Marcus is brilliant, ruthless and dangerously possessive and as it turns out, he knows way more about her than he is letting on. Though he is protective of her, his cold and controlling nature prevents her from believing him and she fights to break free, only to find a much older, much more personal truth. Everything is connected to some dangerous people in power; her mother’s sickness, her father’s death, the poverty in her family, all of it, and Marcus has known for a long time. It might have begun as survival, but for Callie, it has become a war and she must decide whether Marcus is her protector or the biggest threat to her life. The Witness He Owns is a gripping dark romance story filled with secrets and survival, and a second chance at a love that blossoms from a big misunderstanding and a truth that was never supposed to be found.

The tale of three powerful families of Chicago, drama, revenge, love, betrayal turn these people's life up and down. Brian McCoy The last thing I need in my life is a woman, I had enough of these fetal female attractions in my 32 years of life. Do I want a one-night stand or hookups? Sure, I gladly welcome any woman into my bed, but a committed relationship, no, thanks. I will pass on this. However, when the little Miss. Simmons walks into my life, her beauty and elegance are making all part of my body wanting more. As everyone says, This woman is the death of any man, but right this me who is suffering her gentle torture. Inessa: Brian McCoy is the last person in need in my life, his money and arrogance are the most hated in our society. Women throw themselves on his feet while men loath his success, intertwined with him will damage my "society's sweetheart" reputation. Still, I walk towards the fire like a fool, something about those cold blue eyes pulls me so strongly, and I can't deny him, neither does he. Will this the start of an epic love or a dreadful fate?

Five years ago, on her birthday, Joan Lancaster was served with divorce papers by the one man whom she had loved with every fiber of her being. The same man who had sworn to protect her, cherish her, and never betray her, Dean Armstrong. He cast her aside without remorse, replacing her with his secretary and stripping her of everything but her dignity. Broken, wounded, and abandoned, Joan disappeared into the night with secrets only she knew, only to return five years later as a different woman. No longer the trembling, forgiving wife Dean once knew, Joan stepped back into his world as the untouchable Ice Queen, a woman whose rise to power had struck fear in the hearts of the Chicago businessmen. But she wasn't just back, she was back for revenge. And she wasn't going to stop until she stripped her ex-husband of everything that made his name. Once a powerful man, Dean found himself begging the woman he once discarded. The woman who now had the strings to his life and could do with him as she pleased. In a world where love had once broken her, Joan would prove one thing: some women don’t come back to be loved. They come back to be feared.

I was once Fiona's consigliere. I put the Falcone Family in her hands，helping her become the untouchable Don. And when a rival family put out a hit, I took the car bomb meant for her. It cost me my eyes. She knelt by my hospital bed and swore a blood oath. She would be my eyes. I would be her only husband. Later, after an operation by a top surgeon, my eyes recovered. I couldn't wait to rush home to surprise her. But when I pushed open the door, I saw her tangled together with Leo, her bodyguard, on the desk I had custom-made for her. Fiona was pressed against Leo in revealing clothing, her face flushed. Crumpled white tissues littered the floor. Between ragged breaths, she called Leo’s name repeatedly. "Fiona, why are you still keeping that useless blind fuck around? Let me take care of him for you." "Leo, shut up. I need more time. Now, get inside me. That's all that matters." The Chicago winter rain was bone-chilling that night. I completely gave up. After walking out of the house in just my shirt, I pulled out my phone and booked a one-way ticket to Sicily. I will cut ties completely with this family and with her.