Romans & histoires Cursed Knuckles

Elianna was never meant to survive Qombinia. She was not a choice. Not a guest. She was a bargain. A body sent in silence to buy peace for a kingdom on its knees. At just eighteen, Elianna is exiled cast across the cursed border into a land ruled by monsters and legends. Qombinia, cold and forbidden, hasn’t seen a human woman in decades. And its king? King Drakonios the Dragon King of the North Flame. Ancient. Merciless. Cursed by betrayal. He loathes humans. Their scent. Their voices. Their blood. He asked for nothing. And still, she came. She arrived veiled. Silent. Unyielding. A ghost wrapped in silk. And that made him look. She was meant to remain faceless, nameless, untouched. But he saw her. He should have cast her away. Instead, he married her. She was supposed to stay hidden until he lost interest. But he didn’t. What happens when the king who swore never to touch a human… begins to crave the one sent to be forgotten? And what happens when the girl sent to save her people… starts to burn for the one who could destroy her? She came as a sacrifice. She might leave as a queen. Or not at all.

Ira is the lowest-ranking wolf in the werewolf community. Bullied by her peers, maltreated by her guardian, and supposedly wolfless. When the werewolf coronation of the next king comes along, she is forced to attend as a servant of the royal family. Things take a drastic turn when she finds that she is mated to the Royal Alpha twins, who are said to be cursed and want nothing more than to protect and take what’s theirs.

Mira found herself sold to her greatest enemies, who turned out to be her mates. She never expected to feel so much desire toward them, battling the bond while uncovering secrets that would shatter her world. The Lycan brothers—Rowan, Damien, Lucian, and Kai—are cursed, and the only cure lies in Mira’s death. But how can they sacrifice the one woman they’re bound to love?

Milo never expected survival to look like this. At twenty-one, he’s spent most of his life drifting, bruised by the world and too soft to fight back. His beauty makes people underestimate him; his fragility makes them think they can shape him. Isaak is a walking contradiction: cold-eyed, dark-inked, and terrifyingly controlled. At thirty-one, he has carved his body and his life into hard, elegant precision. Power clings to him as naturally as oxygen, and people follow him even when they don’t understand why. To him, Milo isn’t fragile. He’s fascinating. He’s something worth remaking. Kasym, older by barely a year, is the opposite—a broad, golden-haired monolith of warmth and violence. He smiles easily, loves fiercely, and destroys without remorse. Under his tattoos and bruised knuckles lies a heart that has bled too often, yet still hungers for someone to protect. He sees Milo’s softness and doesn’t want to change it. He wants to guard it with his teeth. But three hearts are not easily aligned. Isaak’s possessiveness clashes with Kasym’s tenderness, and both men fear that the softness they worship will shatter under the weight of their devotion. Milo must learn to navigate two hungers, two ways of loving that demand more than he has ever given. The question isn’t whether he belongs to them—it’s whether they can learn to belong to each other without destroying the boy who binds them. This is a love story built not on simplicity but on collision—where surrender becomes power, devotion becomes war, and three lives entwine in a bond too fierce to break.

04:00 AM. JFK International Airport. I switched off airplane mode, and my phone lit up. The first notification was an Instagram story from my husband, Donovan Valentino, Don of the Valentino family, posted at 3:30 AM: a photo of Seraphina Moretti’s back, captioned, “Run 50 completed. Package delivered safe.” An hour before that, my flight had hit catastrophic clear-air turbulence, dropping two thousand feet in seconds. I’d clung to my seatbelt until my knuckles turned white, the crumpled threat letter from a rival crew pressed like a blade against my ribs. In those blind, falling seconds, one thought burned through the panic: If I live through this—if Donovan is waiting at arrivals—I’ll tear up my transfer papers to Dubai and stay. But there were no missed calls. No messages. He’d been too busy collecting Seraphina. He knew my flight details. He just didn’t care. Four years of marriage. 50 fully armed security details for Seraphina. For my 112 long-haul flights over those same four years? The most I ever got was a driver in an unmarked sedan. Even the night Gambino’s crew tailed me from Manhattan, and I spent six hours locked in a diner bathroom. He didn’t pick up until dawn, after the twelfth try. My transfer to Dubai was confirmed. The signed divorce settlement was in my bag. This was the last time I’d ever come back for him.

After my mate, Regulus Thornfield, dies from an "accident", his twin brother, Lawrence Thornfield takes over his position as the Alpha. He also inherits me and my pup, Niall Thornfield. The new Luna, Alice Moreau, views me as a thorn in her side. She wants nothing more than to exile Niall and me. One night, I head over to the study to ask Lawrence to let me and Niall leave the pack. But I overhear his Beta asking him, "Alpha Regulus, your brother was the one who died in the accident. Why did you claim that you were the one that died?' The sounds of Regulus rapping his knuckles on the desk can be heard. "The elder council had forced me to mark Leah back then. The she-wolf that I've loved all this time has always been Alice. "Besides, Leah has a pup of her own. If I don't fake my death, Alice will be the one left with nothing." As I stand outside the door, I feel my nails digging into my palms. It turns out that my own mate is willing to fake his own death and abandon his own family just so he can return to his beloved she-wolf's side. At the crack of dawn, I place a transfer application on the desk of the elder council. "My personal assets are enough for me to raise my pup. Also, I refuse to be the third wheel in a relationship. Please let us leave the pack."

He was supposed to be a stranger. A bruised, scarred, filthy-mouthed stranger who pinned me against a bathroom wall and made me forget the boy who broke my heart 20 minutes earlier. I walked away first without his name or number, and I didn't look back. Then I found out my mom was engaged. To his dad. Rhys Maddox. Number seventeen. 6'3" of tattoos, bruised knuckles, and the kind of jaw that makes good girls do stupid things. The most dangerous player to ever step on our ice. My one-night stand. My new stepbrother. He doesn't follow rules - he breaks them. On the ice. In my bed. Against every surface in our parents' house while they eat twenty feet away. He calls me "sis" just to watch me squirm. He watches me like he already owns me. And the worst part? He does. Publicly, we're fake dating - a deal to keep my ex-bestfriend away. Privately, we're a stepbrother and stepsister who can't keep our clothes on the second we're alone. It's our biggest secret. Now the boy who I once considered my best friend suddenly wants me back. And the stepbrother who wasn't supposed to mean anything won't let me go. One wants to protect me. One wants to destroy me. And I can't tell which is which anymore. --- For readers 18+ who like their men possessive, their romances FORBIDDEN, and their chapters dripping with filthy, unapologetic spice.

“I now pronounce you as a husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!” The priest announced and I froze. I knew I was cursed the moment this blood oath was taken which bound me to hell, the hell of this Sinner. My eyelids raised to see the ugly creation of god. My husband! Vladimir Sokolov! His rugged face carved with uncountable ugly marks stung my slow beating heart. His hazel green eyes held a satisfied dark shadow as He pulled me close, raised my chin and whispered coldly, “From this very moment, you share the crown of Bratva’s pakhan. Prepare yourself to bear its weight, Babochka. Because I own your existence now!” He slammed his cold lips on my trembling ones, punishing me with a brutal kiss. Tears pricked my eyes with disgust but I tolerated his touch for the sake of my family. My eyes followed the part of the audience, Russians, who burst into cheers while the other party, Italians, looked at me with remorse and pitiful gazes. Oh yes, how could I forget I was the sacrificed lamb thrusted into hell to get scorched for a lifetime. But No. I still had the last hope to save myself from this cursed fate, this cursed marriage. ………….. Born in a sin will definitely be called the Sinner. Without morality and mercy, Vladimir Sokolov the Bratva’s Pakhan ruled the city with an iron fist. Due to the influence of some political parties He had to marry the Daughter from La Camorra. Rose Barbieri! Marry her, have his heir and wear the title of family man, that's what He planned to do but what He didn’t imagine was that his innocent, submissive wife was someone who would burn the flames of his hell into ashes one day.

Died at the hand of her beloved husband, Maya realized her whole marriage was a joke. Watching her husband leaving with her dying on the floor, Maya cursed and cried and fell apart, only to wake up to her wedding day! This time she won't live for anyone but herself, and she won't let androcentrism ruin her career, her marriage and her life!

She was the Luna they rejected. He was the cursed Alpha. Destiny didn’t mean for them to meet—magic brought them together, together they would unite two separate worlds. After being betrayed by her mate and condemned by her own stepmother, Alia Rowan is left to die in the Woods. But fate brings her into the arms of Kael Bale, a ruthless Alpha whose soul is chained by a terrible curse. Saved by Kael–the cursed alpha of the Night Fangs Pack–she meets a new world filled with secrets, power and darkness When a fake mating becomes the only way to be accepted in the Night Fang Pack, Alia accepts, seeing it as an opportunity to get her revenge. But as she slowly falls for Kael, she discovers he is far more broken. She plans to win his heart. He plans to use her to get revenge. But neither of them knows that their shattered pasts are bound by the same enemies.. Alia possesses the blood of the last good witch. Kael's wolf is blood thirsty and uncontrollable. Together, they are chaotic. When war rises, when betrayal burns, when destiny demands sacrifice… Will their forbidden love survive the darkness? Or will the light die with her? Find out in this soul-catching tale of love, betrayal and revenge.