Final Breath Novels & Stories

I was once the best undercover agent in the police force. But during the final raid of my career, I was betrayed and killed by my husband's first crush. From that moment on, the world believed I was a traitor. My name, my honor, everything I had fought for, was erased. Now, even in death, I watched as they lived the life they stole from me. And I was left with one burning question: how had I ever fallen so far?

"...but I love someone else". "You're getting married to Valerie Kings next week and that's final" Valentino Preston, a 26 year old young lad who is the CEO of Preston empire, the biggest empire in Washington Dc. He's in love with Mariana Kings, Valerie's cousin. But things change when he finds out he's getting married to his lover's cousin. How will he deal with it? Will he love her or not??.

“If you don’t stop looking at my mouth like that,” Hudson murmured, backing me against the bathroom sink, “I’m going to do something we’ll both regret.” ... ... My breath hitched. The door was locked but my heart was beating faster. Hudson stood inches from me, eyes dark, jaw tight, like he was fighting himself just as hard as I was. His hand came up, stopping just short of touching my waist, hovering there like a question. “Tell me to walk away,” he said quietly. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. That was all the permission he needed.

“I’m yours, King Nightbane,” she whispered, breath trembling. “I can feel it… I can’t hide it from you.” My instincts reacted before reason could catch up—not from restraint, but from something far more dangerous. Her presence overwhelmed the space between us. I could sense her without effort. Like the air itself had changed the moment she stepped closer. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to belong to someone like you,” she admitted softly. “Completely.” The words should have been innocent. They weren’t. They struck something primitive inside me.

I only went out to work but got pushed to bed by my crush. "Help me," He said. His icy blue eyes bore into mine, and his breath hit my ear, sending chills down my spine. My body grew hot. Both his action and the drug making me wetter... I gave in. He pourer into me, earning himself two little ones inside me. I thought it was the beginning of a better life. I believed his promise of taking responsibility but all I got was torture and disappointment. With his babies inside me, Alpha Xavier made my life hell.

Your cold eyes confuse my body in love with you, and the sound of your whispers and your breath when you stroke my neck is enough to make me obsessed!  I didn't want you but you became a part of me and your details are my bliss I adore your cold cruelty and your majesty when you are between black and white, and I even love having your head in my lap and your charcoal hair when it permeates between my fingers, you entered my life like hell and you forced me into you, if only you knew  How I love your confessions that confuse me!

On the night Alice Laurent discovered she was pregnant, her husband handed her divorce papers. After three years of marriage, Vaylen Morgan had finally gotten back the only woman he had ever loved — his ex-fiancée who disappeared before their wedding and destroyed him. Alice was never the woman he wanted. She was only the woman who saved his life. Heartbroken, Alice asks for one final thing before signing the divorce papers: one real memory with the man she spent three years loving alone. But that night ends in public humiliation, betrayal, and the final destruction of her marriage. So Alice disappears. Vaylen thinks she is just another woman walking out of his life. What he does not know is that Alice leaves carrying his child… and hiding a secret powerful enough to shake his entire world. Because the quiet wife he discarded was never ordinary. She is Alice Laurent — heiress to one of the most powerful families in the world. Years later, Vaylen meets her again beside a little girl with his eyes, another man at her side, and a life that no longer has room for him. Now the man who once wanted freedom from his wife is desperate for another chance. But this time, Alice may never let him close enough to break her again.

I was the top bounty thief in the organization. The best they had. After turning in my final score, I announced on the spot that I was done for good. Then, I stood in my studio, blending paint. A single photograph was pinned to the wall before me. Black Viper filled the doorway, the light behind him casting his face in shadow. "What's it like," he asked quietly, "pretending to be an artist?" He stepped further inside. "Does paint smell better than blood?" I placed the palette knife down and wiped my hands slowly. "I'm done. I walked away." "Old Fox didn't approve of it." "That's not my concern." Black Viper crossed the room and tapped the old photograph on the wall. "Are you certain?" I did not want to look. I told myself not to. However, my gaze shifted anyway. A young boy stared back from the photo. "The blind kid?" I had spent ten years searching for him. "Where is he?" I moved toward the wall, reaching to rip the picture down. "One last job," Black Viper said, pressing his palm against the photo. My hand stopped in midair. "What's the target?" "The final lot at next month's auction that the Gilbert Group will be holding. "It's called Mermaid's Tear."

“Kneel, Little thing,” he orders, his breath running down my neck. I find myself kneeling. It’s not like I have a choice. He’s going to hurt me if I don’t. And I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ll enjoy every bit of it. My core throbs, and my mouth water hungrily as he frees his cock from his briefs. “You want it, don’t you?” He fists himself and my eyes follow the movement. I can feel the wetness dripping down my legs despite my position. The room is dark, and there’s no means of escape for me. Not that I want to. “Yes,” I whisper, my face coloring in shame. “Louder, Little thing. Don’t you hate me? Don’t you want to kill me—the man who killed your only brother?” He taunts. I don’t reply. The next moment, he grips my hair hard, and I gasp. “I want to.” I force myself to say. His face lifts up in a mocking smirk. “Good girl. Now, suck my cock like my pretty little toy.” He demands, slamming himself into my mouth and stealing my breath with one hard thrust. * Her life faces a brutal turn when a cruel Mafia Don breaks into her home, demanding the stash of diamonds that her brother supposedly stole. She tries to pick herself up and avenge her brother’s death, but falls instead into the trap Don Luca set for her. What is meant to be vengeance changes into something irresistible. Something dangerous. Something that might kill her if she gives in…

I let out soft moans of pleasure... Leaning on the wall, I grappled one leg on his waist, with one of my hands holding the table tightly, and the other wrapped around his neck. He unzipped my dress and helped me pull it off, while I fumbled through to unbutton his shirt, not taking my lips away from his. We moved further to the couch, kissing like it would be our very last. My breast brushed against his chest, creating a warm feeling, and this overwhelming sensation made my breath heavier. He latched his tongue on my neck, and a moan escaped my lips. "Chris.." I called, under my breath. Biting my already swollen lips, sinking my hands into his back, trying to pull him closer to me. His left arm remained rooted in my neck, while the other arm glided down my waist, to my ass and I whimpered, arching my body towards his, this felt so good. "You taste so good" he whispered, gently biting my ear lobes, my body reacted as his breath touched me. When demons meet and are entangled in the web of forbidden love, hate and sacrifices - chaos is bound to happen. Just when life becomes rough for JJ... Joanna, she gets drunk in a party and goes wild with a one night stand, the almighty Chris Aetos, a billionaire CEO and prince of the ginns. Therefore a fate may have it... THE PREY OF THE GINN NEVER ESCAPES THE GINN. Gradually, both get caught up in a whirlwind of shocking discoveries, histories and dark revelations. What is it like to discover that you were once in love with a particular person eight hundred years ago?