Novel & Cerita Discipline

"Elena, I don't give a damn about the contract. I want you on your back, claws out, marking me so deep the whole pack knows exactly whose heat is burning in this room." Sebastian Blackwood is the coldest beast on the ice. As the captain of the Manchester Ice Kings and the heir to the most powerful wolf lineage in the North, he rules with iron-clad discipline and a heart made of permafrost. To the world, he is a god; to Elena Navarro, he is the husband who treats her like a ghost. For three years, Elena played the perfect Luna. she managed his estate, silenced his critics, and suppressed her own wolf to fit into his gilded cage. It was a marriage born of debt and duty, a political alliance to save her family from ruin. But when she discovers Sebastian is keeping a secret legacy with his first love—a secret that shatters her hope for a family—Elena decides to melt the ice for good. She’s done being the "convenient" wife. She’s reclaiming her voice as a rising star in the entertainment industry and filing for a divorce that will rock the supernatural world. But as Elena prepares to walk away, Sebastian’s possessive instincts finally roar to life. The more she pulls away, the more the predator emerges. On the ice, the stakes are high, but in the bedroom, the game is lethal. When the Alpha finally realizes that his "trophy wife" is the only female capable of matching his fire, will he sign the papers to let her go, or will he hunt her down to prove that once a Blackwood marks you, there is no such thing as freedom?

Ariana Valenti never believed life would be kind to her. Born into a weak pack and treated as a burden, she grows up feeling unwanted and invisible. When the time finally comes for her to meet her mate, hope fills her heart, only for it to be cruelly destroyed. Rejected in front of her pack, Ariana is cast aside as if she means nothing. Broken and ashamed, she leaves everything behind and wanders alone, searching for a place where she can survive without being judged. Hungry, tired, and wounded by betrayal, Ariana crosses into unfamiliar territory, unaware that her life is about to change forever. This land belongs to Alpha Damian Volkova, a cold and powerful leader feared by many packs. Damian rules with strength and discipline, trusting no one easily. When Ariana appears in his territory, weak and guarded, he sees her as a problem he did not ask for. But something about her presence unsettles him in a way he cannot explain. As danger rises and enemies begin to move in the shadows, Damian is forced to protect the rejected omega who refuses to bow to anyone. Slowly, Ariana starts to discover that her rejection was not the end of her story but the beginning of something far greater. Hidden truths about her bloodline and strength begin to surface, shaking the balance of the packs. Caught between a painful past and an uncertain future, Ariana must decide whether she can trust another alpha with her heart again. In a world where rejection is a death sentence and power decides fate, finding a second chance at love may be the most dangerous journey of all.

The day my son gained the lifetime achievement award in research, I died alone on the street. On stage, he thanked his father, a professor, and his biological mother, who had just returned from abroad. He even thanked the nanny at home. But he left me out, his foster mother who had raised him. My husband, Charles Zimmer, learned about my death. He immediately disassociated himself from me. “We’ve long separated. I’ve got nothing to do with her.” I had worked hard to give them a decent life, but they regarded me as a stain that they could never remove. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the time of my life when my destiny changed. Holding the college admission letter, Charles smiled at me and said, “Yes, I’m divorced. But we can live in the city together if you marry me. I’ll let you discipline the kid if he makes any mistakes. I won’t complain about you.” During my previous life, he had me fooled by false promises. I naively thought that it would be easy to be a stepmother. I helped him care for his son and worked hard to support the family. In the end, they conspired with each other to drive me out and leave me penniless. It was because Charles’ ex-wife, who had abandoned them when he was poor, wanted to come home and remarry him. Since I had gained a second chance, I planned to dump such an ungrateful husband and son.

I married my vampire husband ten years ago and gave him a half-blood heir, abandoning my career as a painter to become a full-time mother. Fortunately, my son inherited my talent. At just six years old, he held his first solo art exhibition, inspired by the theme "My Mother." But he never let me attend, and he never let me see his paintings. My husband said my presence would make Luke nervous---that I should stay home and do the housework as a good wife and mother, and wait for them to come back. I told myself he was just young and didn't know better, that he was only pushing back against my discipline, not truly rejecting me. Until the day I snuck into the gallery wearing a surgical mask pulled low. In the center of the crowd, my husband held our son's hand while tenderly pulling a woman in a red dress into his arms. He turned to the guests and announced: "This is Luke's mother---my wife." The three of them stood together, beaming with perfect happiness. And I---the one who'd stayed up all night setting up this exhibition---stood before the paintings while not a single person recognized me. That was when I finally understood. My seemingly gentle, caring vampire husband had long ago given our son a replacement mother. And I was nothing more than the human nanny who'd served her purpose by producing an heir.

Cole Jackman married me to repay a life‑saving debt. Eight years after I entered the Jackman family with tens of billions, his long‑lost, unreachable first love, Ashley White, returned, with her child. Because Ashley had a nightmare, she claimed my son, Oliver Jackman, would bring misfortune to her child. Cole believed her without hesitation. He sent Oliver to an abandoned monastery deep in the mountains, forcing him to fast for seven days to “purify” whatever darkness Ashley imagined. I knelt before him, pleading, “Oliver has a heart condition. He won’t survive seven days without food.” Cole, busy preparing nutritious meals for Ashley, didn’t even look at me. “He won’t die from a few days of hunger. If he can’t endure this, he doesn’t deserve to be my son.” He locked me in the basement for the entire seven days. By the time I reached Oliver, he was already gone. I carried him home in my arms, his small body cold and still. Cole kicked me aside as he pulled Ashley into his embrace. “You’ve ruined our son! He’d even pretend to be dead just to deceive me. If you can’t discipline him, I’ll find him a new mother.” I wiped the tears from my face and dialed my older brother, Emilio Darcy. “Withdraw your investment,” I said, my voice steady for the first time in years. “Bankrupt the Jackman family.”

Out of sheer boredom, I randomly clicked into a livestream titled "Taming an Innocent Housewife." In the stream, a woman in a silk chemise was lazily puttering around the kitchen. When the camera finally showed her face, I was completely stunned—it was me. Not only that, but on the public chat, the top donor was spamming gifts like crazy. [Make her drink that spiked milk.] Soon after, a man groveled in response: [Thanks for the gift, bro. She'll drink it right now. I promise you a hell of a show tonight.] I'd recognize that voice anywhere—it was my husband, Jake, who was supposedly on a business trip overseas. My own husband had turned our home into a hidden-camera setup, treating me like his personal reality show star. And now, he was trying to feed me illegal drugs just to rake in donations. Most people would've broken down or called the cops. But I'm what you'd call the ultimate pro at playing nice—everyone in our circle knows I'm the queen of manipulation. I picked up that glass of milk, looked straight into the camera, and gave a fragile, tantalizing smile. "Since my husband's not home, drinking this milk all alone feels so lonely... I wish some strong, capable guy would come take care of me." The chat exploded. Donations went through the roof. Later that night, Jake burst through the front door, ready to "discipline" me—but froze in his tracks. There I was, sitting in lingerie on the lap of the top donor, grinning at my husband. "Honey, you're back! I helped you hit your goals tonight!"

Jade Mercer has spent nine years building her marketing firm on precision, discipline, and the deliberate decision to be underestimated. She walks into rooms and lets people assume she is the least dangerous person in them. Then she uses it. It has worked perfectly. It has also cost her everything warm and alive in herself that had nothing to do with ambition. Dominic Crest is the kind of man empires are built around and people are destroyed by. Ruthless, magnetic, and carrying a past he has weaponised into motivation, he has never wanted anything he did not eventually take. When Jade walks into his boardroom and refuses to look at him, he decides he wants her before she has finished her second slide. What begins as a single reckless Tuesday afternoon becomes something neither of them have language for. Jade discovers, one undone night at a time, that she has been starving herself of her own hunger for years, and that Dominic is the first person who has ever looked at her and seen exactly what she was hiding beneath the competence and the careful dresses. But Dominic's world is not clean. His past is populated with dangerous people, buried debts, and a woman from his history who does not accept endings. As Jade falls deeper into his orbit, the line between desire and destruction begins to blur in ways that could cost her everything she built. Sinful Awakening is a story about a woman who stopped apologising for her appetite. About power and who really holds it. About the specific madness of wanting someone who is genuinely bad for your carefully constructed life, and choosing them anyway, with both eyes open and no intention of stopping.

⚠️ WARNING: Only for readers 18+ who like their stepbrothers FERAL and their stepfathers FILTHY. *** He bit me at a frat party I only attended to get over my ex. Three days later, he was sitting across from me at my mother's engagement dinner – and then standing at the foot of my bed unbuckling his belt at 1:47 AM. Knox Voss is a werewolf, a biker, and my new stepbrother. He marked my neck so every wolf in the city knows I'm his, and he fucks me like he's trying to ruin me for anyone else. It's working. But his father is worse. Dominic Voss is my professor, my stepfather, and a wolf who's hidden behind a suit for twenty years. He locks his office door on Thursdays, then takes me apart with a cruelty so precise it feels like worship. I'm human. They're not. I'm sleeping with both of them in the same house, down the hall from my mother – and a world I was never supposed to know about is closing in. A jealous she-wolf who feels every orgasm through a broken bond. An Alpha uncle who considers my existence a death sentence. And a law that says the punishment for a human knowing about wolves is execution. Knox claims my body. Dominic reads my soul. Both will burn this family down before they let me go. And I can't stop going back. Contains: werewolf shifters, stepbrother/stepfather, MC bikers, over-the-knee discipline, bite bonds, Level 2 shifts that make him BIGGER in every way, and a mother who never looks at the right moment. All characters are 18+. All scenarios are fiction. All orgasms are supernatural.

Reina Carlo was forged by the Stingers, a shadowy organization that raised her to be a weapon. Her memories of a family—a mother’s face or a father’s embrace—were long lost, replaced by the harsh discipline and ruthless training of her surrogate family. To her, the Stingers were everything, until betrayal shattered the fragile foundation of her loyalty. Now, Reina walks the streets as the hunter, her mission deeply personal. A man who dared to strip away her last shred of innocence must face the consequences. Her scars are tools, her training a guide, and by sunrise, her vengeance will be complete. But each kill leaves a stain on her soul, no matter how she rationalizes it. She tells herself the trade is fair: she removes monsters, and the world lets her survive another day. Redemption and forgiveness don’t belong in her world—they are luxuries for those unbroken by life. Yet the nightmares persist, whispering of a stolen past and a family that might still exist. Did they abandon her, or did they think her lost? These thoughts claw at her resolve, forcing her to confront a truth she can’t bury: forgetting isn’t the same as letting go. Her pact with Marco Alessandro—a powerful, calculating man—only adds to her turmoil. Their marriage of convenience grants her the resources to find her family and avenge her past. But Marco’s unrelenting gaze and quiet intensity break through her defenses, challenging the walls she’s built. As vengeance, love, and identity collide, Reina faces a choice: cling to the darkness she knows or risk everything for a future she can’t predict. In this world of shadows and betrayal, Reina Carlo fights not just to survive—but to discover who she truly is.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for, kid.” His grip on her jaw tightened. She didn’t look away. She held his dark gaze with those ruinous eyes. “And I’m losing the will to make sure you never find out.” She gasped as his fingers pressed harder into her skin, and the sound she made… Christ. It nearly snapped the last thread of control he had left. *** She has wanted him for as long as she can remember. He was never supposed to find out. He is her father’s best friend. Older. Untouchable. A man who built an empire on discipline and never once lost control of anything, or anyone. Until her. Now she’s working for him. Breathing the same air. Sitting across boardroom tables. Riding the same elevators. And Victor Crowe has rules. The most important one has her name on it. But rules were never made for a woman like her—patient enough to wait, brave enough to want, and dangerous enough to make him forget every reason he built his walls in the first place. She isn’t asking him to break. She’s simply standing close enough that he’s starting to crack all on his own. Forbidden. Obsessive. Slow burn with a scorching finish. He knows she’s off-limits. She knows it too. The difference is… She’s done pretending she doesn’t want him. And he’s running out of ways to pretend he doesn’t want her. *** It contains mature content, strong language, and intense romantic themes. If you don’t enjoy spicy romance or open-door scenes, this book may not be for you.