Diabolik Lovers Cordelia Novels & Stories

From stranger to lovers, Damian and Lana's paths were not supposed to cross to begin with. The American genius and Russian beauty had their own ways of living, yet everything changed when they met for the first time in Moscow. No one had thought the innocent smile of hers would bring both of them to a thrilling romantic journey together.

A sizzling collection of taboo love stories where step siblings cross the line between hate, heat, and heartache. Each tale explores forbidden desire, explosive chemistry, and the dangerous thrill of wanting what you should not have. From enemies to lovers to reverse harems, these stepbrother romances are anything but innocent.

Theodore has been in love with Celeste since before he was even aware about the true meaning of that word. Theo had not left Celeste's side from the day she was born, and each day it got harder and harder to separate the two kids, and one day both of them confessed their love for each other. Theo was possessive and obsessive, the true definition of a hot blooded alpha male. He couldn't imagine his life without his Celeste. The whole pack was sure that they were destined mates, even the two love birds were sure about it. But what if on Theodore's 18th birthday things don't go as planned, how will the two lovers cope with the challenges and pain that will stand in front of them. Will the young lovers be able to stay together? Will they be able to defy the Moon goddess? We all know there's always a price to be paid for love, and in this story the price is unimaginable pain.

Sammy Hoffman learns the smallest step in the right direction ends up being the biggest step of her life… a girl who was running from her past but still whole heartedly believes in kismet waiting for her man. Embracing the night two lovers’ searches for the missing part of their separated hearts…Kismet…rings of truth.

To get the man of her dreams, Rishel is ready to take a leap of blind reverence towards her ultimate idol --- Levi. It doesn't take long for him to notice her for she do become his girlfriend and an idol too making her in equal footing with him. As things between them get deeper, Rishel realize that it's not her who is obsess with whom. For Levi's obsession for her exceeds far that it's hard to believe his keeping a mistress alongside with her. To end the things between her and Levi, Rishel sleep with the CEO Lyndon leaving a bunch of problems after she run away with his child. When she come back a few years later, Rishel realize that both men are waiting for her return.

He shattered her heart. Now fate is giving him one more chance—if only she’ll let him in. *********** Zara never imagined she’d return to the world that stole her innocence. But survival leaves scars, and behind her mask is a woman reborn—stronger, guarded, and determined never to be broken again. Liam thought he buried his past in boardrooms and blood. Yet when his newest bodyguard stirs memories long buried, he’s torn between guilt, obsession, and hope. Her eyes. Her silence. Her fire—it all feels too familiar. As the truth inches closer and old wounds resurface, Zara and Liam find themselves caught in a dangerous dance of secrets, revenge, and unresolved love. But some hearts, no matter how shattered, remember who they beat for. In a world of fragile trust and dangerous truths, can love really survive the lies of the heart?

Synopsis "Baby girl, you know there’s no going back after this, right?" he said, licking her lower lip and holding her head up. "If I fuck you right now," he said again, "that means you’ll be mine alone, and no one else is allowed to touch you. I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this." He said, spreading her thighs with his knee. She swallowed hard and looked at him. She was really doing this. She was a grown woman, and she was about to fuck the man who used to be her best friend. She wanted this so badly. She’d never wanted someone like this before. She regretted lying to him years ago—if she had given him a chance back then, she would have been enjoying this all along. "Do you want this, Claire Ema Carter?" he asked, staring at her juicy lips. "Yes, please… I want this." He smirked and licked her ear. "Fucking great," he murmured, before crashing his lips onto hers. --- He never saw her as just a friend from the start—she was always his woman, even if she didn’t know it. He had loved her for a long time. All he ever wanted was to own her, to be the only man she could see and love. But it took her years to realize how much she meant to him.

Rosa Thompson the daughter of Mr. Thompson from an average family. She was maltreated by her step mom and sister. Her dad doesn't really care about her after her mom's death. She ended up on the street. Her family thought she will remain a nobody for life. Rosa dreams came through after meeting the CEO of Hilly's company. After meeting with the CEO of Hilly's company, they were friends and they later fell in love. The CEO wants to marry her but she has a lot of skeletons in her cupboard. Will Donald still love her after finding out the truth?

"Promise me you'll never look for him again." His loud voice reached my ears. He was mad, and I knew it wasn't a good sign. "Answer me, Liliana." "I won't." My voice cracked. "I promise, I won't search for him ever again." All her life, Liliana had always been known for being weak and wolfless. At the ripe age of eighteen, she was yet to awaken her wolf, and if that wasn't embarrassing enough, then Liliana had no idea what was. Like she didn't already have enough on her plate, Liliana finds herself torn in between two irresistible men; her stepbrother's best friend, and her stepbrother himself. Liliana knows she's in the middle of a brewing disaster, but she can't deny the thrill of the forbidden pull between all three of them. As the attraction between them waxes stronger, will Lilliana make the right choice, or will the red hot pleasure scorn her forever?

I used to be a top ballet dancer. The year I was diagnosed with a spinal hemangioma, my boyfriend Julian Blackwood said, "Wherever you go, I go." We'd been together three years. He walked beside me as I went, step by step, from the most luminous dancer on that stage to a woman in a wheelchair. Every time the nerve pain hit and I collapsed, he was the one who lifted me off the floor. Every round of electrostim and acupuncture, he sat in the corridor outside the therapy room and waited for me to come out. Before I got sick, he promised me—the night I finished my final performance of Swan Lake, we'd sign the marriage license. He'd bought tickets for that show three months in advance. I never stood on that stage again. And the marriage license never came up. Until the morning I noticed the collar of his white dress shirt carried a smudge of lipstick that wasn't mine. I heard him on the balcony. A woman's voice on the other end. "Mr. Blackwood, you left your jacket at the hotel last night. I'll bring it over." I stared at that smear of red, and something in me snapped. I laughed. "Send me to Westbrook. The locked-down rehab facility. I don't want to drag you down anymore." Something flickered in his eyes—a brief, animal panic. Then he nodded. He thought I meant rest. He didn't know I'd already signed the papers to donate my body to science. I was going there to die.