Devil Up Voyceme Novels & Stories

My name is Clara Kelly. I was born in Brooklyn, into an Irish-American cop’s family. My father spent his whole career walking a beat out of the 84th Precinct. My mother volunteered at the parish. I was the first girl on our block to get into Columbia Law. The year I graduated, I was volunteering at a charity gala. I picked up the wrong glass of wine and ended up dumping it down the front of a man’s Brioni suit. That man was Adrian Francesco Moretti. Fourth-generation Don of the Moretti Family of New York, and one of the five families of Cosa Nostra. He chased me for four years. I said no six times. The seventh time, he stood outside my law firm in the rain until three-fifteen in the morning. I married him. Two decades in, he’d handed me the keys to the entire Moretti Family. In our world they called me “the Irish Donna,” a woman with no Italian blood who somehow held the seat. Childless by choice, the two of us. Famously in love. Until that Wednesday afternoon, when my college roommate of twenty years, my best friend Vivian Sinclair, walked into my living room with a five-year-old boy. She said the boy was Adrian’s son. She said that five years ago, she’d taken a used condom out of the wastebasket in my upstairs master bedroom, kept it frozen for three years, and done IVF. She said she was the real mother of the Moretti heir. She was the real Donna Moretti. “Be smart. Pack your bags and walk out. You might even get to keep your life.” “You’re barren. The Moretti Family doesn’t need you.” I looked at the woman I’d called my best friend for half my adult life. I didn’t say a word. She thought she was holding the winning card. What she didn’t know was that she’d just stepped onto a board Adrian and I had been laying for twenty years. I needed exactly one sentence to shatter every piece of the Donna fantasy she’d spent five years building.

Lyra Cross knew exactly what she was doing when she walked down that aisle. Marrying Killian Maddox wasn’t love, it was strategy. A peace treaty in a leather jacket. The Crimson Fangs’ princess had just one mission: infiltrate the Iron Revenants, spy on the enemy, and burn their empire from the inside out. What she didn’t plan for was Dominic “Grave” Maddox. Her new father-in-law. Forty-two. Billionaire. Biker king. Deadly in every way that mattered. One kiss from him, and the mission started to crumble. Somehow he saw through her lies, stripped her walls bare, and made her forget who she was supposed to be. The way he looked at her wasn’t right… it was sinful. And when he touched her, it felt like a war she didn’t want to win. Back home, her father and her biker-boyfriend Marcus were waiting for the signal. They thought she was still their weapon. But Grave made her something else entirely. His. Now she is trapped between blood and desire, vengeance and addiction because the man she’s falling for isn’t just her enemy… he might be the monster who killed her mother. When that truth comes out, it won’t just break their twisted bond. It will start a war that leaves nothing but ash and sin behind.

Ali thought she would finally get her revenge against her father and those who offended her in the past, while also digging back on her mother's supposed 'suicide' death. And all this by marrying into the Laverock family. However, she is unaware that, even though she sought revenge, she was an instrument of revenge and a lone prey in the Laverock family. She has a secret that Harriet wanted, one that could topple the country... Ali is a worker at Laverock Mega Food Chains and a competent marketing manager. But she is struggling to cater for her sick brother. Her father and stepmother are hellbent on marrying her off to regain their wealth and status, even going as far as using her brother's illness to threaten her. However, in her desperate moments, the matriarch of the Laverock family extends an olive branch to her after she saved the old woman from an accident. In exchange for sponsoring her brother's treatment, she is asked to marry the second young master of the family. But Martin elopes on the wedding day. Under the pressure of Harriet, Gerald steps in and marries Ali, but will it be an easy marriage? Their lives take a turn when Ali discovers a truth that shatters her. She is forced to leave and return six years later for revenge. Her heart is made up, and it was payback for the biggest scumbag of her life. VOLUME 1: Fortune or Luck. VOLUME 2: Love and Scheme; Who Beats the Game? VOLUME 3: Victory and Defeat; Who is fighting a losing battle? Get ready for a spin...

"I thought I was paying a debt. I didn’t realize I was selling my soul." Lizaib "Iza" Moreno had one rule: Don’t look him in the eye. To save her father from a death sentence handed down by the city's most ruthless underground fixer, Iza enters a cold, calculated arrangement with Dark Valerius Thorne. He is a man of shadows, a predator who treats pleasure like a business transaction and emotions like a weakness. For six months, she belongs to him—no names, no strings, and absolutely no falling in love. But the dark has a way of swallowing you whole. On the final night of her contract, Iza disappears. She leaves behind the silk sheets of Dark’s penthouse and the suffocating heat of his touch, carrying a secret that could destroy them both: She’s pregnant with the devil’s heir. Six months later, Iza is living a quiet life under a new name, thinking she finally escaped the Thorne empire. But Dark doesn't lose what belongs to him. When he finds her—distressingly beautiful and visibly carrying his child—the "no-strings" arrangement is officially dead. Now, he isn’t just demanding the debt be paid. He’s claiming his family. As Iza is dragged back into his world of blood and luxury, she discovers a terrifying truth: her father’s debt wasn't an accident. Dark has been waiting for her since the very beginning. And this time, he’s never letting her go.

One night of forbidden magic changed the fate of a wallflower to that of a seductress. Insanely intelligent Sophia Morales works at New York’s most elite law firm, where she is constantly overworked and treated like a maid even though she’s the most intelligent woman in that law firm. She had one wish—to stop being a wallflower and be powerful even for just a day. One night of magic changes everything when she’s dragged into a downtown occult salon by her best friend, she is thrown into a world of glamour magic. With this newfound beauty, she proceeds to have her first drunk one-night stand ever with a stranger in the dark; she feels great until he works in the office some days later as her new boss. Sophia’s presence and aura begin to shift. She becomes glowing and irresistible. Men want her; women want her. Women envy her too. She’s happy with the fact that her power was no longer in her brain alone but in every strut she takes. Her boss becomes too obsessed with her. Her mentors become jealous; secret betrayal begins. Envy is dangerous; will she be able to cope with the repercussions of this magic? And is it reversible?

My father-in-law, Noah Quinlan, and I go on a vacation together. After checking into the hotel, we decide to swim around in the hotel's swimming pool. But a well-dressed man shows his disdain toward us outright while pinching his nose. "This is a high-class hotel! Ugh, why are there all sorts of people here? Don't tell me you two secretly snuck in just to use the pool! "I'm really scared of catching any infectious diseases just by sharing the same pool as you!" That man's words instantly spoil the mood for Noah and me. I reply coldly, "The hotel's swimming pool is meant for public use. Anyone who stays in the hotel has the right to use it. If you can't accept that fact, you might as well have one built at your home." The man is so angry that his brows are all scrunched up. He retorts furiously, "How dare you talk to me like that! Don't you know that my wife is the owner of this hotel? The fanciest suite here belongs to me all year round! "I order you to get lost right now! What if your poorness dirties the pool water? How disgusting!" Noah and I exchange looks immediately, soon noticing the coldness in each other's eyes. My wife, Zara Quinlan, is the one owning this hotel. Since when has she become another man's wife?

After I married Riccardo, the Don of the Moretti family, he paraded a string of mistresses in front of me. He never gave me a second glance. But on our tenth anniversary—right after my father’s death—he suddenly promised me half of his empire. The catch? In return, he planned to seize control of all my family’s arms-dealing routes. That pissed off his favorite mistress. She cornered him on his yacht, demanding he take his words back. Then she fell overboard and died. An “accident.” After she died, Riccardo went insane. He took it all out on me. He tied me to the back of his yacht. He dragged me through the sea, a human anchor, until the rocks shattered my legs, crippling me for life. I became the family’s shame. Then, as I lay helpless, he finished the job with poison. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day Angelo Marino—the head of our rival family—proposed to me. In my last life, my family forced me to say no. He came for me, a one-man army. He killed Riccardo, but died in the process. This time, I looked at his kind face and nodded. Yes. But as we embraced, Riccardo appeared. He ripped me from Angelo's arms and claimed me as his own. That’s when I realized the cruelest joke of all. My monster was back, too.

Before my birthday party, Grandpa and I talked about my engagement in his study. He asked me which one from the Zachary family I intended to marry. Without hesitation, I chose Matthew Zachary—a decision that shocked Grandpa. After all, everyone in the circle knew that I was deeply in love with Jeffrey Zachary and would not marry anyone else. In a past life, I married Jeffrey Zachary, but later found out he had a relationship with Rosalie Larson. He begged for forgiveness, saying it was an accident. He tearfully knelt and begged for my forgiveness. "I beg you. It was really just an accident." Despite me forgiving him, Grandpa still found out and ordered someone to send Rosalie away. Jeffrey wrongly thought I was behind it and hated me for it. Over time, the elders in my family passed away one after another; rivals got ahead in business, and the company’s secrets were stolen. Tragically, I was killed when I found out I was pregnant. In my new life, I gave my blessing to Jeffrey and Rosalie. Unexpectedly, Jeffrey crashed my engagement party and proposed to me.

(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.

Today is the day when my boyfriend Caleb agreed to mark me. I even took off my skirt, but he received a phone call before he could complete it. He instantly left me alone on the bed, making me feel extremely embarrassed. I tried everything to contact him, but I couldn't reach him. Then, when I finally called his childhood sweetheart, Susan, to my surprise, Caleb answered the phone. "Susan was scared by a nightmare. I have to stay with her to take care of her. Let's mark another day. And please can we talk later. Susan finally fell asleep again. I don't wanna disturb her rest.” "But this is the seventh time you have postponed marking," I said softly. "Marking can be done at any time, but Susan needs me! Don't you have any humanity, Maria?" He hung up, and I burst into tears. My inner wolf asked me, Caleb is gone, do you still need to mark today? I wiped away my tears and said, "Of course, I will do it.” And I immediately contacted the alpha of the neighboring tribe.