Furore Nj Adel Novels & Stories

In the ruins outside the Citadel, survival is a daily gamble. When 18-year-old Tunde finds a rare adrium shard on a dead man, he sees a way out—or at least, a way to save his sick mother. But trading it draws him into a dangerous world of mercenaries, drones, and double-crosses. To reach the walled city where hope still lives, Tunde must outsmart the very system built to keep him out. And in a place where everything is for sale, the real cost may be his soul. "He found the shard. Now the city will find him."

Synopsis As the daughter of an Omega, her rank was much lower than those of the servants. But that did not deter Malia Andrew Tate from hoping for a destined mate. It comes as a joke however, When the ruthless Alpha who takes Siege over her pack is her destined mate. She wants anything but that. Alpha Agnar Caine was a nightmare to many. The few that had actually seen the man did not live to narrate the tale. He journeyed with his warriors, and he had conquered several werewolf packs by far. The last thing he wanted was a mate, especially not a weak Omega like Malia. But she was powerful. Unlike what she herself believed, unlike what they all believed. But her power and her destiny are tied to the very man she is set on rejecting. On hating. The mysteries of the moon goddess have always been against the creatures that fight the bond between them. Will the passion they share between the sheets fan up to beautiful flames of love?

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Degradation, anal play, breath play, Praise kink, Dub con, murder, among others. Read at your own risk. To all my girlies with lots of likes from people on your dms, may it be a secretively obsessed, tattooed antihero wanting to defile you on camera. “If you're going to have sex in the bedroom next to mine, at least pretend you're enjoying it.” Croix said. “But I have a proposal.” Raffaele Delacroix is my new step brother and my secret behind closed doors at night. After learning my boyfriend's inability to satisfy my needs, he steps in like the cool brother he is. What could I have done? Refuse him? Never… I crave the rush he gives me. True, it's forbidden and taboo but whatever…normal is overrated.

To keep her safe from her mafia father’s enemies, Madelaine is hidden away in a secluded cabin in the woods with the one man she should never want—her father’s best friend. Forced proximity quickly turns into a dangerous game of boundaries neither of them can respect. After all, Madelaine will be returning to London at the end of the summer… right? So maybe they can just fuck the heat off and pretend it means nothing. But this dangerous game soon turns into something far worse, a burning, toxic obsession that threatens to destroy everything. Content/Trigger warning!!: Extremely explicit and dark lustful content. My male lead is weird and unhinged hehe

This story chronicles the life of Damien Sky and Adeline James from their teenage years to adulthood. When Adeline James met Damien Sky in her new high school, she instantly hated him. He was arrogant, obnoxious, and a playboy. She wanted to avoid him at all costs. But Damien felt different. He thought Adeline was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on, and he decided he had to have her no matter what. Much to his dismay, Adeline avoided him like the plague. She thought she could escape him forever, but fate had other plans for her. She realized that no matter what, she could never escape Damien, especially since he had been harboring a secret. A secret that will change her life forever and bind them together. Will she continue to hate him? Or will Damien finally win her heart? ***This book is co-written by Eva Harlowe***

Crown Prince Rain Vale an heir only by title—never by heart. In the kingdom of Silverreach, omegas are meant to serve, not rule. Yet I was born the son of the consort and declared heir at birth, shattering centuries of tradition and igniting hatred in the hearts of my seven alpha brothers. To them, I am not a prince… but the moon's greatest mistake waiting to be corrected. My coming-of-age Howling Ceremony was meant to fix that mistake. A political spectacle designed to bind me to a powerful alpha and quietly strip me of power, ensuring Silverreach returns to its “proper” order. But the Moon has always loved cruel jokes. Instead of a conquering warlord, noble king, or domineering alpha, the bond binds to Caelan Moonfang—the fallen alpha of the Moonfang pack, a crippled Enigma. To my father, the match is an insult. To Caelan’s brother, it is humiliation. To the world, it is proof the Moon has lost its mind. But I knelt anyway and claimed him. Because I, Rain Vale, have never been obedient. And if the kingdoms see a mistake… I will become their worst.

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.

The day my father was kidnapped, I called my billionaire husband in tears, begging him to save my father. After listening, he chuckled lightly. "I already transferred three million to you. Make sure you stop bothering Luna." I hurriedly agreed, and the money was immediately sent to the kidnappers' account. But just as they were about to untie my father, my husband used his influence not only to reverse the ransom payment, but also to freeze the kidnappers' account. Feeling deceived, the kidnappers completely snapped. They tortured my father for three straight hours before finally killing him. On the way to collect my father's ashes, I saw every giant advertising screen across the city covered with photos of him and his newly hired assistant, Luna Henderson. After returning home and settling my father's ashes, I called my husband. "Let's get divorced." On the other end of the line came his teasing laughter with Luna. "This again? Luna said you've been spending too recklessly, so I punished you a little. You're not actually mad over something this small, are you?"

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, I noticed something strange. My best friend, Darren Blackburn, who had always been single, had suddenly changed his profile picture to a couple’s photo. "So you’ve been hiding a girlfriend from me?" I joked with a grin. "When are you bringing her around? I should at least meet her and make sure she’s good enough for you." He just smiled and shook his head, brushing it off. "Not yet," he said. "It’s not the right time." Then Deanna Cunningham, my wife’s voice called out from the kitchen, "Babe, come help me tie my apron." I hadn’t even pushed my chair back yet when Darren was already on his feet, jogging over. He stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and tied the apron strings for her. I froze where I stood. Seeing the look on my face, he quickly tried to explain, "I’m just used to helping out at home. My mom’s always bossing me around. It’s basically muscle memory. Don’t read into it." I didn’t argue or make a scene. I kept my expression neutral and carried on with the dinner as if nothing had happened. Only after all the guests had left did I turn to Deanna, who was clearing the table, and say calmly, "Let’s get a divorce." She slammed the dishes down with a loud crash and glared at me. "Seriously? Over something like that? Just because he tied my apron once?"

My son’s family suddenly returned from abroad. I did not understand a single word at the dinner table. They were speaking in a foreign language. My grandson, Aiden, looked me up and down and said loudly, “Dad, Grandpa’s face is all bumpy and scarred. He’s lame, too. He’s so ugly!” My son waved his hand nonchalantly and said, “That was caused by a shell blast. Anyone who served in the military looks like that.” I did not understand their conversation. I simply placed the fish I had deboned onto his plate in silence. My grandson, however, became agitated. He picked up the hot soup and splashed it on my face. Then he cursed at me in broken English, saying, “Stay away, ugly monster! If it weren’t for you refusing to die, Grandma Sloane and Grandpa Wallace could’ve come home years ago!” My mind went blank. My wife had passed away decades ago. Who was this “Grandpa Wallace”?