Icarus Precision P365 Macro Novels & Stories

He stole the wrong girl. Or maybe… she chose the right king. Dante Valenti rules his empire with cold precision and a reputation soaked in blood. No one crosses him. No one deceives him. And no one escapes him. So when he kidnaps a woman from the Moretti estate—a trembling little princess meant to be leverage—he expects fear. Instead, the woman chained in his basement looks him dead in the eyes… and smiles. Aria Moretti has spent years hiding behind silk dresses and a porcelain mask, pretending to be the quiet, obedient daughter of the Moretti crime family. But beneath the pretty facade lies a secret no one suspects: She is the Moretti’s most lethal weapon. A phantom. A blade disguised as a flower. And she walked willingly into the lion’s den for one reason— to kill Dante Valenti. Her mission is simple: Get captured. Get close. Get his trust. End the king. But nothing about Dante is simple. The moment he discovers who she truly is, he doesn’t kill her. He claims her. "You came to kill me, little killer... but every king needs a queen.” Now, Aria is caught in a deadly dance between loyalty and desire, betrayal and obsession. Dante matches her darkness note for note—twisted, brilliant, and devastatingly irresistible. He should be her target. Instead, he’s becoming her temptation. And the deeper she falls, the clearer the truth becomes: She isn’t the only weapon in this war. Dante has claws of his own— and he’s willing to use every one of them to keep her.

The morning was cold and I was currency. My father handed me to Dimitri Volkov, Bratva, like I was a contract clause. I said no at the altar. Loud enough for everyone to hear. The priest kept going. Dimitri didn’t even blink. That was fact one: I was married without consent, in Chicago, to a man who accepted silence as agreement. I left him later. Not in rage. In clarity, after I saw another girl get caught in his world with no choice, just like me. Then I went to war. Law school had taught me precision, so I used it. Civil suits. Asset forfeiture. Anonymous tips to the right agencies. I took apart everything legitimate he’d built, piece by piece, until he bled territories and pride. He showed up bruised once, signed over forty percent of his clean empire to my name, brought therapy receipts. That was fact two: I dismantled the man who caged me, on paper, without firing a shot. I still have the necklace. The one he left in my lap that first night. I wore it through the worst, through the year I rebuilt alone, through every hearing. Last month I was pregnant in a courtroom, arguing a case I won. He was in the gallery. The diamonds sat above my collar. No one asked. I never explained. That was fact three: I took something from that night and made it mine. It doesn’t belong to him anymore. It doesn’t belong to what he did. It belongs to me.

In Chicago's underworld, power is currency and loyalty is bought in blood. Jameson Connelly needs a wife to claim his throne. Catarina Vitale needs an escape from her gilded cage. Their arranged marriage should be simple—a business transaction, nothing more. Except nothing about this is simple. To the world, Catarina is the perfect Italian princess: refined, untouchable, ornamental. The truth is far more dangerous. She's been trained since childhood to wield blades with lethal precision, her family's most lethal weapon hidden behind designer dresses and polite smiles. When Jameson discovers her midnight blade work and weapons collection, all bets are off. He's grumpy, commanding, and impossibly sexy—everything she shouldn't want. She's lethal, sarcastic, and hiding secrets that could shatter his world. The attraction between them is instantaneous and absolutely forbidden. But their marriage has painted targets on both families' backs. Rival factions circle like sharks, and assassination attempts multiply as quickly as the stolen glances between newlyweds. When Jameson's uncle emerges as a threat from within, Cat must decide how far she'll go to protect the man she's sworn to resent. And Jameson must choose between the empire he's always wanted and the woman he never expected to need. In a world where trust is weakness and love is a liability, they'll have to forge something stronger than steel to survive. A gritty slow-burn mafia romance featuring grumpy meets curvy, sharp banter, dangerous secrets, and the kind of tension that burns hotter than any fire.

Raven has always trusted her instincts. As a wolf shifter trained as a hunter, she relies on control, precision, and discipline—never emotion. But her instincts have never felt like this—sharpening, shifting, pulling her toward something she can’t fully understand… and toward the one person she’s never questioned. Jax has never had to question what Raven is to him. She’s always been the one person he never second-guessed, even before he had a name for what he felt. But as his father’s wolf begins to fail—his connection breaking in ways no one understands—Jax is forced to face something he can’t fix, and the possibility of losing everything that’s important to him. When a mysterious force begins tearing through the bond between wolves, what should be unbreakable becomes dangerous. As it spreads, it becomes clear this isn’t random. Something is targeting their kind—and whatever it is, it’s connected to a past the pack has never fully uncovered. As the line between them shifts and the truth of their connection surfaces, Raven and Jax are pulled toward something deeper than either of them is prepared for. But as Raven’s instincts begin to change and the threat closes in, she’s forced to question whether she can trust what she’s becoming… or if it’s something she was never meant to control. Because this time, instinct isn’t just leading her toward the enemy. It’s leading her toward who she is. And toward the one person she may not survive losing.

Lena thought graduate school would be about focus, discipline, and finally proving to herself that she belonged in the world of academics. Books, research, and long nights in the library—that was the plan. Romance had no place in it. Especially not with the one man who should have been completely off-limits. Professor Jace Carrington is everything Lena was warned about. Brilliant. Confident. Dangerous in his quiet control. His lectures command attention, his presence silences a room, and when his eyes find hers across the crowded lecture hall, she feels both seen and undone. He is a man who draws lines with precision—and a man who knows exactly how to make someone want to cross them. What begins as a spark of curiosity turns into stolen glances, late-night office hours, and conversations that blur the line between mentorship and something far more intimate. Jace’s rules are simple: no one can know, and she always has a choice. But rules are easy to write and far harder to follow. The deeper Lena falls, the more she realizes this isn’t just attraction—it’s obsession, it’s surrender, and it’s freedom all at once. Secrets, however, have a way of surfacing, and on a campus where whispers spread like wildfire, forbidden love can burn everything in its path. Lessons After Dark is a steamy, character-driven romance filled with power, temptation, and the dangerous pull of a secret relationship. For readers who crave tension, intimacy, and the thrill of crossing every line you were told not to, this story will keep you turning pages long after the lights go out.

Celeste Vane was twenty-four when Diana Hale dismantled her family’s company with a legal maneuver so precise it left no trace of wrongdoing — only ruin. Four years later, Celeste returns. She walks into Hale Group as a junior financial analyst, unseen and underestimated. But she has already spent years quietly acquiring fragments of the very system that destroyed her family. Every step inside the company brings her closer to reclaiming what was taken. And closer to Marcus Hale. Marcus is nothing like what she expected. Controlled, perceptive, and infuriatingly fair, he is the one man who sees the real structure of her mind — and the one person she cannot afford to be seen by for too long. Celeste is not there to survive Hale Group. She is there to dismantle it from within. But the longer she stays, the more the lines blur. Marcus begins to trust her. And against every rule she has lived by, she begins to trust him back. Then there is Diana Hale — watching Celeste’s rise with quiet precision, as though she has been expecting her return all along. As buried financial truths surface and old alliances fracture, Celeste faces a choice she never designed for: the revenge she built her entire life around, or the man who makes her question whether the woman she became in pursuit of it is someone worth keeping. When Diana finally moves, Celeste will have to decide what reclamation actually means — because what she built in the wreckage may be worth more than anything taken from her.

In the elite, glass-walled towers of Upper Hill, Adrian Vale is a masterpiece of clinical perfection. A top-tier law student with a future mapped out by his tyrannical father, Adrian survives by the "Rule of Three": precision, discipline, and total emotional detachment. He believes that by controlling every second of his life, he can remain untouchable. Then comes Kai Reyes. A tattooed, underground muralist with silver in his lip and chaos in his veins, Kai is the living antithesis of everything Adrian stands for. When Kai publicly humiliates Adrian by smearing charcoal over his pristine silk tie, the "Ice King" snaps. Driven by a desperate need to re-establish dominance, Adrian offers a high-stakes wager: One week. Kai must move into Adrian’s minimalist apartment and obey his every command. As the doors lock, the psychological warfare begins. Adrian intends to use rigid discipline to crush Kai’s rebellion, but the forced proximity turns the apartment into a pressure cooker of forbidden desire. Kai isn’t just a subject; he is a mirror, reflecting the hollow ghost Adrian has become. When the rules finally shatter, Adrian is forced to confront the "Master" who truly pulls his strings—his father. To save himself, Adrian must trade his golden handcuffs for the raw, uncertain freedom of the streets. In a world of rigid statutes and vibrant paint, he discovers that power isn't about making someone stay—it's being the man they don't want to leave. "Be My Good Boy" is a gripping tale of control, surrender, and the courage to finally be a mess.

Jade Mercer has spent nine years building her marketing firm on precision, discipline, and the deliberate decision to be underestimated. She walks into rooms and lets people assume she is the least dangerous person in them. Then she uses it. It has worked perfectly. It has also cost her everything warm and alive in herself that had nothing to do with ambition. Dominic Crest is the kind of man empires are built around and people are destroyed by. Ruthless, magnetic, and carrying a past he has weaponised into motivation, he has never wanted anything he did not eventually take. When Jade walks into his boardroom and refuses to look at him, he decides he wants her before she has finished her second slide. What begins as a single reckless Tuesday afternoon becomes something neither of them have language for. Jade discovers, one undone night at a time, that she has been starving herself of her own hunger for years, and that Dominic is the first person who has ever looked at her and seen exactly what she was hiding beneath the competence and the careful dresses. But Dominic's world is not clean. His past is populated with dangerous people, buried debts, and a woman from his history who does not accept endings. As Jade falls deeper into his orbit, the line between desire and destruction begins to blur in ways that could cost her everything she built. Sinful Awakening is a story about a woman who stopped apologising for her appetite. About power and who really holds it. About the specific madness of wanting someone who is genuinely bad for your carefully constructed life, and choosing them anyway, with both eyes open and no intention of stopping.

In a city where power is everything, loyalty can be bought—and lives can be erased without a trace. Silvano Neri doesn’t question orders. He carries them out with precision, silence, and absolute control. Known only as Silenzio, he is the weapon no one sees coming. No one knows who he is. No one ever hears him coming. But Silvano Neri is closer than anyone realizes. Cold. Untouchable. Watching the city from above like it belongs to him, Silvano moves through a world of luxury and shadows with terrifying precision. His secrets are buried deep. Until he is given a mission unlike any before: Eliminate Mirella Salviati—the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the city. It should have been simple. But Mirella is nothing like he expected. She is sharp where others are blind. Calm where others break. And dangerously easy to watch… to understand… to want. What begins as a mission turns into an obsession he never planned for—and a weakness he cannot afford. Because Mirella isn’t just his target. She is the daughter of the man responsible for destroying his family. Now Silvano stands at the edge of a choice that will define everything: Finish what he started… or protect the one person who could unravel him completely. As buried truths begin to surface, Silvano uncovers something far more dangerous than his assignment—a web of lies within the very organization that created him. Betrayal runs deeper than he imagined, and the line between hunter and pawn begins to blur. In a world where silence is survival, love is a risk he was never meant to take. But when love and revenge collide… something will have to break. And this time— it won’t be quiet.

“I don’t care who you are,” I panted, my voice thick with a sudden desperate hunger. “Just make me forget. Make the world stop for five minutes.” ️Explicit adult scenes. “I’m going”, I said my voice barely a whisper. “I’ll go back to the estate. I’ll be the perfect daughter. I’ll be heir you want. Just…… give him the cure.” “Roxy, no…..” Jax wheezed but his strength was gone, as the temporary cure Malakai gave him had already worn off. The exchange was cold and transactional. My father’s men moved with clinical precision, injected Jax with a shimmering gold serum that made him gasp. His colour returning in a sudden, violent rush. In return, they snapped heavy silver-lined shackles onto my wrists. The metal bit into my skin, a cold reminder that my decade of freedom was over. “A wise choice, Roxy, you were always too precious to waste on a dive bar” my father said, his hand coming up to stroke my cheek. I flinched in response to his touch as if he’d burned me. ………………………………………………………………………………….. Roxy’s hookup life was perfect until she met a client that reminded her of Nemesis. After killing her fathers beloved wife and running out of the tribe 10 years ago. Ten years after being exiled for a bloodstained past, she is forced back into the deadly world of the Silver Willow Pack. To save herself, her only friend and her father, she must marry a powerful High Alpha she’s sworn to hate. But as the Blood Moon ceremony begins, Roxy discovers a lot of truths that had been hidden waiting for her to unveil