Garfield Comic Strip Archive Novels & Stories

“My boss owns my debt,” Zara whispers. “I don’t get to leave.” Trapped in Manhattan’s seductive nightlife, Zara Carter dances for survival under the control of a powerful strip club that owns her future. Until he walks in—Nat Wolfe. Billionaire. Possessive. Dangerous. And devastatingly irresistible. “I could change your life,” he murmurs. “And what would it cost me?” “Everything. Starting with you.” One reckless night turns into an intoxicating arrangement—a private affair drenched in lust, secrets, and control. Nat offers her freedom, but on his terms. His world is dark, filled with obsession, dominance, and pleasure she’s never known. But as enemies close in and his promises blur the line between protection and possession, Zara must ask herself: Is she being saved... or owned? “Do you belong to him?” She doesn’t know. But her body has already answered.

The rules were never written, only expected—strip, gel up, lie still, and wait for him. Vera never expected her life to take this turn. It was never easy, but she never imagined it would end in his bed like this. Her fate was sealed the moment her father gave her as a token of peace to Roman Bendetti. He is her vendetta. The worst part? Her husband, Roman, is in love with someone else. Her name slides from his lips whenever he’s with her, worshiping her while Vera lies in his shadow. Just as Vera has resigned herself to a life of despair, something shifts. Everything changes when a new lord starts to crawl out of the shadows, claiming Vera as the queen of his world. What will Roman do? Will he let her go? Because letting her go means his throne is in danger. And what about the one thing he wanted from her all along?

My twin Alpha brothers believed that I have deliberately hidden the vast inheritance left by our Alpha parents so that our adoptive sister Sophia couldn’t by the medical equipment to treat her silver poisoning. For the sake of our adoptive sister, my twin Alpha brothers dragged me before the Council's tribunal. They accused me of stealing pack assets and deliberately harming pack members. If the charges stuck, the Alpha Council would strip away my Alpha power to treat Sophia. My brothers had no idea that years ago, I'd nearly died protecting them. If I lost my Alpha bloodline strength, I would die. In my own brothers' eyes, I was already a criminal beyond redemption. But when the Council used ancient magic to extract my memories for judgment, everyone wept for me. And when my brothers learned the truth, they fell to their knees, begging my forgiveness.

Before the day of my husband's succession as the Don, my stepsister personally tattooed the "Inverted Angel's Eye"—the mark of a traitor—onto my back. My husband didn't just turn a blind eye; when the family vendetta broke out, he withdrew all the elite guards to protect my "pregnant" stepsister, leaving me alone in a defenseless city to face the slaughter.  "Elena, you are strong enough to protect yourself. But Sophia is fragile, and she is carrying my firstborn. She needs the protection more than you." Facing a siege of heavy firepower, I survived by the skin of my teeth. He thought I would swallow the insult for the sake of the family's reputation. He didn't expect that I would kick open the doors of his coronation ceremony wearing mourning weeds, flanked by the FBI and the Commission, and personally strip him of his title. "Goodbye, Lorenzo. This time, I choose to be the Don."

When Meave Delaney's first private dance at a strip club, leads her to a man who questions her choice of profession, the last thing she expected was to see him again, that too, as her boss in her day job. Him, Hunted by a past that seemed to chase him no matter how far he ran, he is sinking further into a place he knew would be difficult to crawl out of. Her, Growing up too fast sure had its effects, with a father who wishes to kick the bucket more than anything in the world, she's falling into the very life she fought to stay away from. Dark, There's one thing the darkness promised ... No expectations. Sometimes passion and love are all we need to stop ourselves from driving into that dark hole, but sometimes, passion and love pulls you further into it. But for Meave and Cohen, it was just Him, Her & Dark.

I waited eight years. The day I was supposed to become Luna, my fated mate, Alpha Cayden, rejected me in front of the entire pack. Because I was barren. He severed our mate bond and kissed my omega assistant, Lilith. Turns out, they had already mated. The bitch was pregnant with his child. Rage consumed me. I was ready to leave it all behind, but his mother threw me in a silver cell. He planned to strip me of my wolf and my gift—and give my powers to his new Luna, Lilith. Broken, I fled, only to be attacked by rogues and left for dead in a pool of my own blood. When I woke again, I was in a strange place. My memory was wiped clean. Alpha Rhys of the Shadowcrest Pack was by my side, promising to take care of me. And me, the barren wolf, I was pregnant… But I can no longer remember who the child's father was.

I was the girl no one noticed. Until I opened File Case No. 0001. Azrael Atlas St. Claire. They call him “The Architect.” A ghost. A cold-blooded killer. A man so dangerous the FBI can’t touch. His death would shatter the economy. Rival syndicates would burn the city to kill him. He has no weakness. Then he found me. He appeared in my archive and vanished without a trace. The next morning, gifts started appearing on my nightstand. First, a bullet coated in dried blood. Second, ten fingers belonging to the man who touched me. He watched. Followed. Stalked my every move. Then one night, he came through my window. He took what he wanted while I floated in haze. I woke up sore, terrified…and craving for more—needing for more. The FBI saw a fracture in me, and decided to weaponize it. They wired me. Made me their spy with a promised I’d be safe if I helped them cage the monster. Yet, at the first sign of blood, they ran. Leaved me in chaos. He stayed. Now, I lived in his world. My mother thinks the lawyer at her table is a kind stranger. She didn’t feel his hand between my thighs underneath. She doesn’t know he’s been sculpting my life for years, long before we ever met. The FBI wants me to betray him. His enemies want me dead for revenge. But the monster who stole my life? He’s the only one who ever truly saw me. And I’m starting to wonder if that makes me just as dangerous as him. They say there’s a line between the victim and the villain. I don’t think I’m on the right side anymore.

The doors of elite research institutions aren't open to the unknown. But Rick Allen pulled Beth out of nowhere. He poured everything into nurturing her talent and promised her the world. The Allen family's compromise was simple: the Chief Young Scientist had to be Summer Belden—someone from their own social circle. From that day on, the words Rick said to Beth most often were, "Just wait a little longer." He told her to wait when her groundbreaking paper was published under Summer's name in exchange for research funding. He told her to wait again when the research she'd perfected over three years was packaged as Summer's signature work, paving the way to major awards. "The bigger picture comes first," he said. "The next Nobel Prize—I'll make sure it's yours." But when the paper credited to Summer—though written by Beth—was exposed for fabricated data, everyone reached the same conclusion: Beth, as a core member of the project, had tampered with the data to steal the credit. Locked in a glass-walled archive room, Beth looked at Rick standing outside the door. His gaze was ice-cold, full of disappointment. "Why did you touch the data?" he said. "You've ruined everything I've built." She remembered how he once told her, "In this world, yours is the only talent I truly recognize." He had promised, "I'll make sure achievements with your name hang among the stars." Now he stood with the others, judging her. He looked at her the way people look at a ruthless, ambitious fraud. When she was finally released, Beth dug her nails into her palm until blood ran down. This time, she wouldn't wait any longer.

“I, Darian Hendres, Alpha of Dark Crest Moon, hereby strip Nia Isolde of her position as Luna and have her demoted to a Honourable Companion as of this moment.” *****”” Nia Isolde was traded into marriage, discarded by fate, and betrayed by the mate who was supposed to protect her. When her husband, Alpha Darian Hendres, discovers his true fated mate, Nia is stripped of her title and cast aside. But exile becomes her rebirth. In the enemy Blood Thorne Pack, she rises in power quietly raising her children in secret. Until one mistake brings Darian back into her life. Now rumors call her cursed. A deadly plague spreads across the territories. Ancient bonds refuse to break. And something rare and dangerous is awakening within her bloodline as she gets thrown in between two alpha, the one she bore children for or the one her heartbeat for. When the truth comes to light, will Nia be the downfall of the werewolf clans… or the queen they were never prepared for?

She has spent her life mastering control over her emotions, her empire, and the contract marriage that keeps Vance Industries in her name. Publicly, Sloane Vance is untouchable. Privately, she sleeps alone while her husband’s ambition bleeds into whispers of betrayal with the one person Sloane trusted without question. One signature at the end of her marriage term could legally strip her of the company her parents died to protect, and Sloane knows the clock is no longer on her side. Then Damon Cross steps into her life—sharp-tongued, unyielding, and completely unimpressed by her power. He challenges her silence, sees her fear, and refuses to look away when the cracks show. Desire ignites where resentment once lived, forcing Sloane to choose between the armor that has kept her safe and the vulnerability that could destroy her. Because if she risks her heart and chooses wrong, she will lose more than an empire but if she chooses right, redemption may finally be within reach.