Finn And Poe Novels & Stories

I hid behind the study curtains, heart racing with a fragile, trembling joy. In my hands: an ultrasound photo—two heartbeats—and a no-limit black card. Alessandro had given it to me last night, his lips on my neck, calling me his Donna, his queen. Tonight, I was going to tell him about the twins. "The Petrov family needs to see my good faith," his voice drifted in, smooth as velvet. "Vittoria arrives Thursday. I’ll announce the engagement then." My blood froze. "What about Elena?" someone asked. "She’s been with you three years. She manages the books, dug that slug out of your side herself. Is this fair to her?" "Elena?" He leaned back in the leather chair, cigar smoke curling around his jaw

My brother vanished searching for the truth about our bloodline. Now I'm in the town that swallowed him whole — and the Alpha who runs it knows exactly what I am. He just won't tell me. Kael Blackwood has driven out everyone who asked too many questions. His pack obeys without hesitation. His enemies disappear without trace. And since the moment I arrived, something between us has been pulling tighter — a bond he's fighting, a secret he's keeping, and a full moon two days away that changes everything. My brother left one warning: Don't let them mark you before you know what it means. I'm starting to think the most dangerous thing in Ashveil isn't what they're hiding. It's what I am.

Because I was born under the Moon’s blessing, my body ripened earlier than any she-wolf my age. On the night of my eighteenth turning, my brother—fearing I’d be force-claimed by brutes—entrusted me to his blood-oath brother: Silas, Alpha of the Northern Peak. The first time we met, his golden eyes locked on my bared neck and never left. His fangs sank into my scent gland that very night, claiming me beneath the full moon. For four years since, I’ve been his scribe by dawn light, and his whore by moonrise. He trained my body to fit his every hunger, covering me in bite marks, yet never left the Mating Mark that would make me his true mate. Four years later, his confidante from the Central Ter

The Consigliere—my husband, Sal Barzini—who'd always despised anything soft or weak—suddenly started sleeping with a teddy bear. One button eye missing, filthy as a stray dog, yet he cuddled that beast every night, curled up in silk sheets like a baby returning to the womb. And left me freezing on the edge of the master bedroom. I couldn't stand it anymore. At our son Luca's first-year baptism, I announced I wanted out. Everyone went numb with shock. Sal grabbed a glass of red wine and threw it in my face. "You're jealous of a stuffed animal? Have you lost your fucking mind?" I wiped the wine from my cheek, cold as ice. "You say you want to spend your life with that beast. I'm giving you my

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I cooked everything Ethan loved. He didn't come home. I sat alone at the table until the food went cold. Then I did what I always did. I opened Selene's profile on the pack network. New post. One hour ago. A photo of Ethan, shirtless, building a fire in her den. Her hand on his shoulder. Her face turned toward the camera with a smile that showed too many teeth. The caption read: Grateful for old friends who drop everything when you need them. Even their marking anniversaries. I stared at it until my eyes burned. Then I liked it. Filed the bond-dissolution request. And started packing the trunk I'd kept ready for months. Ethan didn't believe

Five months pregnant, I watched my fated mate’s foster sister pour oil on our sacred threshold and strike the spark. I didn’t reach for the pack-link. Last life, I screamed through our bond. Cassian—my Alpha, the wolf I’d followed since I was six—came for me. Pulled me from the flames while his foster sister burned to charcoal behind us. He said nothing against me, even arranged the best care for my pregnancy. But on the fourth night after our daughter was born, he dragged us to the Blood Moon altar. He stood upon the High Rock, silver fur gleaming in the dark, and gave the order. His enforcers pinned me to the stone. He watched, silent and still, as they lit the pyre beneath our daughte

My name is Nova Coldwell. There are three things you should know about me: 1. I’m my father’s biggest disappointment. 2. His best friend watches me at night. 3. He has no idea I’m the girl behind the screen. I’m a college student by day. A cam girl by night. And completely off-limits to the only man who sees me. He calls me VelvetMistress. I call him Daddy’s dirty secret. But what happens when masks fall… …and the lies we told start to hurt?

Jacob Price is the prey. As a consequence of the immoral thing he did with someone else's wife, he got kidnapped. In his wake, he is told that he is on a private island away from civilization. Told to participate in a Manhunt where he will be the prey and will be pursued by armed and violent hunters. What happens if he gets caught? Simple… DEATH! Series of killings and pain, betrayals, revelations, and danger. He plans to end this game, and a tribe of survivors is on his side. When bad luck makes a sudden twist and hits you hard, would you survive THE MANHUNT?

After five years of being treated like trash, enduring grueling fertility treatments, and suffering through six devastating miscarriages, Clarissa Bright is discarded by her husband, Drake Hudson, so he can marry a wealthy young heiress. Drake thinks she’s going to walk away with nothing and cry herself to sleep. ​He has no idea who he’s truly dealing with. ​A wild masquerade one-night stand leaves Clarissa pregnant with the city's most ruthless, powerful tycoon: forty-eight-year-old Valentine Gaston. Coincidentally, Valentine is also the adoptive father of Drake’s new fiancée. Weaponizing the accidental pregnancy, Clarissa secures a one-year contract marriage with the billionaire. And

Lady Clara's life is forever changed when she is forced to marry the ruthless mafia billionaire, Alexandro, to save her family from financial ruin. With no other options, she becomes his wife, hoping to find a way out of the mess her father's gambling debts have caused. As she navigates her new life, Clara quickly learns that Alexandro is not someone to be trifled with. He rules his empire with an iron fist, and anyone who crosses him is met with swift and brutal consequences. Despite her initial fear, Clara is determined to make the best of her situation and protect her family from harm. However, things take a surprising turn when Alexandro falls into a coma. Clara is left alone to naviga