Iron Atomic Number Novels & Stories

Nueva Winter is a regular teenage girl. After getting asked out on a date by the hottest guy in her school, she believes life is about to get as good as it gets. But the date turns disastrous when Nueva gets attacked and bitten by an enormous dog-like animal. If that wasn't bad enough, her date leaves her abruptly without explanation directly after the attack. This event throws Nueva into an unknown world of werewolves, Banshees, and strange magic when an old legend speaks of the powerful Ice wolf, a white beast dormant inside Nueva's human body. Alpha Gray of the White Creek pack is so confident that she is the key to breaking the Alpha's curse that's robbed him of a mate-bond that he kidnaps her and brings her to his pack. There she has to learn how to defend herself and unlock the potentials hidden within. All while trying to survive the growing number of Rogues attacking and attempting to take over the White Creek pack by eliminating anything standing in their way. But can the human girl with the Ice Wolf break the curse and restore the power and strength to this weakening pack? And, when the time comes, will Alpha Gray be willing to let her go after he develops strong feelings for her despite the missing mate-bond, knowing he will send her to certain death.

Sebastian - He is the richest man in this world. At the age if 33 he has accomplished everything any man has ever wanted. His other identity is an assassin that could be compared to no other. He is known as the deadliest human, however he only targets those that deserved his wrath. Only his most trusted men are aware of both his identities. He set rules for himself and those around him. His number one rule is never to fall, whether that is in business, as an assassin or to in love. He does not require it nor does he need to provide it. His family and his companions are his utmost responsibility. Hannah - She is the epitome of beauty. She has been guarded and protected from this world. Yet she is the most intelligent being of her time, she has gained qualifications at the mere age of 18 what no other man has gained. This is all she can do as she has been restricted from gaining other experiences which has left her socially inexperienced. What happens when she possesses a certain feature which has been marked by Sebastian as his mortal enemy. He will stop at nothing to make her feel like an outcast and to remove her from the lives of those he is most protective of, yet can he protect himself.

What is a girl to do? Ebony is the last sister of her litter to find her mate. It’s difficult when you’re a forest ranger in the depths of a provincial forest to find a mate. Her station’s been vandalized while she’s away visiting family. Video evidence proves a wolf did the damage. She knows the shifter’s male, because no mundane wolf is that size or can open a can of soda and leave it on a table. She gets news the next morning. Three new rangers are headed her way. She’s got six weeks to get them acclimated to the job and location. What is she to do? Three new rangers, and an unknown number of rogue wolf shifters in her domain? It’s a recipe for disaster. What she doesn’t expect is the rangers are the rogue wolves, and they have designs on her, not her domain. Benedict, Franco, and Peter. They do everything together. They work, live, and love together. They aren’t looking for their own mates. The one mate they are looking for is a red ranger wolf. How will Ebony deal with the knowledge there are three male wolves determined to share her charms for the rest of her days? Will she choose one? Or take them all? Does she have a choice? All while training them on the job. There are hot days and steamy nights in the forest where the shifters find their passion.

Karen had invested her last penny in the business she had recently established and was eagerly awaiting the promised funds from her benefactor to take it to the next level. "Maybe he forgot. I should remind him," she thought, and promptly sent a text message: ‘I hate to sound desperate, but my finances are tight.’ After sending the message, she realized she had used the wrong number. She quickly started typing, ‘Please ignore the...’ when an alert popped up on her phone: ‘Five billion dollars transferred to you by Roger Dawson.’ Roger? The first name sent a chill down her spine, but the last name left her puzzled. "Roger? Could it be Tonia's bodyguard?" That was his number, but when did his name change? Her phone rang immediately, and the name she had feared for months echoed in her ears, his voice filled with emotion yet calm like a winter breeze. "Karen, stay put, I'm on my way to you." The call ended before she could process it. He was the reason she had fled, refusing to sign the divorce papers. Her love for him was unrequited, his heart belonging to her adopted sister, but what hurt more was the feeling of being traded between friends like a commodity. She would rather die than return.

*** COMPLETED: This story has steamy scenes that are not suitable for minors.*** When Cassie discovered that her boyfriend of six months was cheating on her with a married younger woman, she looked for the cheating woman's husband and insisted to have sex with him. However, after the deed, she found out that she got the wrong person and had a tryst with the billionaire Liam Chapman instead. Soon, her life spirals out of control—Liam's expelled son enrolls in her school. Her ex-boyfriend’s cheating goes out. Students complain about her teaching methods. And her co-teachers think that she is having an affair with the education minister because of the speed of her promotion and the number of her awards. Wanting to escape the drama, she resigns and goes to another city, only to meet Liam Chapman again. This time, he has an offer she can't reject. A contract marriage of three years. He will provide all her needs, but in return, she will provide his, and that includes focusing on his little monster of a son who hates studying because he thinks it's very uncool. However, as she stays with husband and son, she falls more and more for Liam and loves his kid as if he is her own. But, time is running out. Soon the contract will end, and she will need to leave the life she learned to love.

My wife's gym is celebrating its grand opening, and I drag my buddy along to check the place out with a 9.90-dollar trial class I bought through an e-commerce platform. For the entire time, I never once let it slip that I'm the owner. Right after we finish training, a male coach tosses a price sheet at us. His eyes sweep over us with contempt as he says, "You two look like freeloaders. Our private sessions cost a few hundred each, and we don't offer freebies to people like you." I let out a disbelieving laugh. "We paid for this trial class. How is that freeloading? Go get your manager." He rolls his eyes and makes it seem like he's enforcing a very important rule. "Don't bother looking for the manager. My girlfriend owns this place, and she hates broke losers who try to get free classes." He dials her number right in front of us. His voice sounds both arrogant and pitiful. "Babe, two guys showed up and tried to con us into giving them a free class. They even told me to call the manager. Come over here and show them what's what!"

I was the company's top sales performer, but I never clocked in or out, and I rarely showed my face at the office. Two-thirds of the employees had never even met me. Yet somehow, I single-handedly dominated the sales numbers, outperforming everyone else and propelling us to the number one spot in the industry. Then came the day they handed out year-end bonuses. Jeffrey Young, the new sales director, fired me on the spot, claiming it was bad luck that I stepped into the building with my left foot first. When I demanded to know what gave him the right, he sneered at me with pure contempt. "Because I'm going to be the future owner of this company! You just got lucky landing a few big clients, and that was all thanks to the company's existing customer base anyway!" He continued, "Let me tell you something... Kieran Campbell, whoever the company gives resources to, becomes the top seller!" I could not help but laugh. All they saw was that I never clocked in, but they never saw me out there day and night, running around to maintain those client relationships. The truth was, in this industry, clients were loyal to me personally, not to the company's brand. I pulled out my phone and called my wife, Melanie Gardner. "When did you get yourself another husband behind my back?"

When I was born, the nurse handed me over to my parents, and the smiles on their faces instantly vanished. Hovering over their son's smooth head was a line of numbers that no one else could see. 6570 days. It was exactly 18 years. Not a day more, not a day less. The nurse thought they were just nervous first-time parents, but my parents knew the truth. That number was my lifespan. While everyone else in the delivery room was celebrating a new life, my parents were staring at my death. For the next 18 years, I was the most precious person in the family. No matter how poor we were, the eggs were always mine, the new clothes were always mine, and the meat was always mine. My younger sister could only look on enviously. My parents often told her, "Let your brother have it. He doesn't have much time left." I was well-behaved from a young age, never causing trouble, quietly waiting to die. On my 18th birthday, I blew out the candles and said a sincere goodbye to the world. The next day, my parents and sister, dressed in black clothes, walked into my room with swollen eyes. I rubbed my eyes, smiled at them, and said, "Good morning." The air froze. The sadness on their faces slowly turned into astonishment, then coldness.

On the day the male influencer patient was discharged, he posted a tearful video accusing my chaste, principled doctor wife of sexually assaulting him. In the clip, he cowered in a corner of the hospital, trembling, his clothes disheveled. With a terrified cry of "Dr. Shelby," he abruptly cut the footage. Overnight, my wife became a monster in a white coat—public enemy number one across the internet. We begged him, again and again, to come forward and clarify the truth. Instead, he posted an injury assessment report and wept about being bullied by his doctor. My wife had no way to defend herself. She was suspended pending investigation—and in the end, she leapt from the thirtieth floor. I endured humiliation and waited for the truth to surface. When it finally did, I obtained a reexamination report that proved her innocence. But by then, no one cared about the truth anymore. And I, consumed by despair, died of cancer. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day that patient was first admitted. This time, I begged my wife to take leave—I wanted to take her away from this doomed fate. But my gentle wife wrapped her arms around me, her eyes red, and said, "Don't be afraid, honey. This time… I won't run away."

I was getting married—but I didn't tell my parents. It was my fifth wedding. The last four? Total disasters, thanks to them. Every time, they claimed something was "wrong" with the wedding car and somehow scared the guy off. First was my college boyfriend. We were solid—four years strong. My parents pushed for marriage... then ditched the idea on the big day because his car wasn't "fancy" enough. Second groom? My boss. He pulled up in a shiny new car they actually approved—until they didn't. Yanked me right out. Third time, they set me up with someone themselves. The guy brought ten cars to play it safe. Didn't matter. They shut it down before I even stepped outside. Fourth time? Same story. I kept wondering—what was so cursed about these cars? Why push me to get married, only to destroy it every single time? This year, I was trying again. Wedding number five. This time, I was pregnant—with the son of the country's richest man. I didn't tell my parents. Thought I'd finally outsmarted them. But just as I was about to get in the car... I saw them sprinting toward me.