Emblem Julian Hyper Novels & Stories

(Reverse Harem)(Sequel out now as The Werewolf Queen's Daughter) I was an Omega by birth, with an Alpha for a father. For years, he had pressed me to be more, be better. His little warrior. But training and abuse could only take away so many weaknesses. Rebellion leeched into my being. Exact revenge for the little wolf he had harmed in more ways than one. When time came for my mate to find me, fate had other plans. Vampires were our sworn enemies, but Julian was nothing short of a fantasy. Life was finally perfect, until we realized another part of our hearts were left in my old pack. Mikaela. Wolves had never known two mates, yet Mikaela proved everything to be true. But my father had other plans. War lingered within his eyes and a newfound hate for his little warrior. Gone were the days of innocence and bliss. Let the bloodshed begin. Alphas come and go, but a vampire king will reign forever.

Ella Monroe never belonged anywhere. Until she stepped into a house built for kings. Rescuing an old man should have changed nothing. Instead, it brought her into the Blackwood estate—a place where wealth dictates silence, and desire is a weapon. She doesn’t expect the way three men begin to look at her—not as charity, not as obligation, but as temptation. Adrian offers protection that feels like possession. Lucian offers desire that burns and bruises. Julian offers pleasure wrapped in patience and choice. What begins as stolen moments turns into secret nights. What begins as comfort turns into craving. Ella knows she shouldn’t cross those lines. She knows loving one brother would be dangerous. So she does the unthinkable. She gives herself to all three—at different times, under different promises—never realizing that each encounter tightens the knot binding them together. In a house built on power and silence, desire becomes the most dangerous secret of all.

They say Don Julian Marconi would burn the world for one tear of mine. Five years ago, at the Met Gala, he spent millions to hang emeralds around my neck and swore I was his Madonna. Five years later, beneath the velvet boxes of our anniversary, I found a lace strap soaked in sin—and a fresh, crimson smear on his collar that told me exactly whose bed he’d left. I smiled. I asked him to sign a blank sheet of paper. And that meant he was agreeing to whatever I wanted. He called it love. I called it the death warrant for his empire. In fifteen days, I finalized our divorce papers. I boarded the Stella d’Oro as Serena Cole and burned Celeste Marconi to ash on the deck. Then I vanished with his fortune, his power and the one secret that would destroy him. I was the saint he worshipped. Now I am the ghost who haunts him. No groveling. No forgiveness. No second chance. Just ashes.

My wife’s new assistant recently celebrated his birthday, and she splurged on a villa as a gift to him. On the day he moved in, the assistant, Zachary Shaw, bragged on Instagram with a post and captioned: [Bagged myself a sugar mommy, just FYI.] My wife, Ivy Bennett, commented on the post: [Happy birthday, my dear Zacky! 🫰] The photo was Zachary wrapping his arm around my wife’s slender waist, looking incredibly intimate. The work group chat blew up at once. Everyone expressed their envy toward Zachary, singing his praises for being so promising at such a young age. Then, my childhood friend, Autumn Sinclair, tagged me in the group chat and teased, [Love is a blinding green light. Your wife’s cheating on you so hard it glows. Congrats, Julian!] I smiled wryly and stubbed out my cigarette. Slowly, I typed my reply, [Want a house, Autumn? I’ll get you one too, better than her gift to him.]

“Be my woman and warm my bed,” he said, with a smirk. "And you must follow the terms." The terms: no pregnancy, always remind him to use protection, constant permission for even the simplest things—even visits to her sick mom—and never denying him intimacy. Sophie Thompson should have walked away. She should have told him where to shove his suffocating terms. But when her mother’s life hangs in the balance, Sophie signs away her freedom to the masked billionaire whose kiss feels like sin and whose touch makes her tremble. She thought it would be just a deal. She thought she could survive his world of wealth and power. She was wrong. Because Julian has secrets buried in darkness, an ex-fiancée who wants him back, and a past that could destroy them both. And when Sophie breaks the one rule she never meant to—falling for him—she’ll learn the deadly truth that hides behind the billionaire’s mask. #1

In the seventh year of running my jewelry store, a woman came in to order a set of gold jewelry for her future mother-in-law. As I introduced the designs, I noticed the gold bracelet on her wrist. It was identical to the one my husband had crafted for me. Just as I was about to take a closer look, her phone lit up. The wallpaper was a photo of a couple, and the man in it was Julian Holt, my husband of seven years. My expression froze. I walked to the far end of the counter and placed a call. “Honey, do you remember the gold bracelet I asked you to keep when we got engaged? Can you take a photo of it and send it to me?” There was a brief pause on the other end. When he spoke, his tone of voice was tense. “Why are you suddenly asking about the bracelet? I stored it in a bank safe deposit box. It’s probably too late to go get it now. Tomorrow, I’ll bring it to you.” I smiled and agreed. After hanging up, I returned to the female customer.

Julian Vale—the undefeated actuarial prodigy—finally lost. In an international match, he got taken down by an intern who had just come back from overseas. The story blew up that same day. Reporters swarmed the training room entrance. "Ms. Clermont, Mr. Vale once said if anyone beat him even once, he'd marry her. Now that he lost to an intern, what do you think?" "Ms. Clermont, we heard the intern is his ex from overseas. Did you know?" My head buzzed. I thought about the five years I spent with Julian. I gave everything every match—and never beat him. I used to think he was just respecting the game. Thought I just wasn't good enough. Not until today—when he threw the match to that intern. That's when it clicked. The girl he wanted to marry was never me. I faced the mics and forced a smile. "That match was rigged."

She was meant to sell books. Not steal a billionaire’s broken heart. Julian Blackwood is a man of power, wealth, and secrets—his name synonymous with control and cold precision. Since the death of his wife, he’s locked love away and drowned his pain in one-night distractions. No strings. No vulnerability. No heart. Then he walks into a small, struggling bookstore—and meets her. Lena Carter is soft-spoken and stubborn, running a little shop that smells like vanilla and paperbacks, where his daughter finds comfort... and where he begins to unravel. Her kindness disarms him. Her touch ignites something wild. And her innocence? It drives him insane. He tells himself it’s wrong. He’s too broken. Too dangerous. But temptation doesn't ask for permission. And once their lips meet, there’s no going back. He’s the fire she never meant to play with. She’s the quiet he never knew he craved. Together, they’ll burn down every rule they thought they had.

Sebastian Cruz has three rules: 1. Protect your team. 2. Never show weakness. 3. Hate your stepbrother. Julian Frost has one secret: He's been in love with Sebastian since before they were family and Sebastian doesn't even remember. Now they're trapped. Two weeks. One cabin. One bed. A blizzard that won't stop. A father who wants to destroy them both. An injury that could end everything. And a memory that's finally starting to return. By the time the ice thaws, Sebastian will have to choose: His career. His family. His future. Or the man he was never supposed to love...But was always destined to keep. What if the person you're supposed to hate is the only one who's ever really seen you? What if the summer you forgot holds the key to everything you've been searching for? What if the man who could destroy your career is the same man who would die to protect you? What if loving him means losing everything? And what if losing him means losing yourself?

On the eve of the wedding, my fiancé's adopted sister was drugged at a bar and called for help. Her body was burning with fever. I grabbed my fiancé as he was about to rush out. "Take her to the hospital. Doctors have proper antidotes." Julian Zane slapped me for suggesting that. There was a savagery in his eyes I had never seen before. "Nora, do you have any conscience at all? Elena is suffering a fate worse than death, and you're still nitpicking?" He yanked off his tie and spoke in a hoarse tone. "She's the sister I've cherished since childhood. I will save her even if I have to sacrifice myself to do it." I watched him undo his shirt buttons with his trembling fingers. Elena, flushed and feverish, fell into his arms. The private room door slammed shut in front of me. The sounds of passion inside struck me like blow after blow, shattering five years of blind devotion into dust.