Iron Atomic Number Novels & Stories

Everyone knew I was the man the richest woman in Tova City adored most. She spoiled me constantly, giving me everything I wanted and following my every lead. One day, after waking up from a nap, I found myself tied up at an auction house. On the stage sat my wife, surrounded by her group of friends. One of them laughed and asked, "Sora, how did you find time to bring Damien out today? Everyone says you're so obsessed with your husband Cleo now that you don't have time for Damien anymore." Sora looked at the man next to her before expressing wryly, "Cleo hasn't been feeling well lately, so I've been home taking care of him. Damien's been throwing a fit about it, so I figured I'd make time to bring him out today." I squirmed desperately, trying to get Sora's attention so she would help me. She finally noticed me, but all she did was slowly raise her bidding sign. "Number nine won't stop squirming. He looks like a real handful. One million dollars! I'm picking him."

Just three days after we got engaged, I stumbled across a private story posted by the girl he had grown up with. 'Too bad the boy who confessed to me ninety-nine times is marrying someone else in ten days.' In the photo, he trailed behind her through a crowded mall, his arms loaded with shopping bags, looking as if he had rehearsed the scene a hundred times. Curious, I scrolled down to read the comments. 'No way. The childhood-best-friend and first-love storyline still lost? Girl, that hurts.' 'Lost? He's getting married and still spending the whole day shopping with her. She didn't lose anything.' 'I feel bad for the bride. I'm seriously waiting for confession number one hundred to happen at the wedding, followed by a runaway groom scene.' Watching strangers bicker in the comments, I quietly pressed the like button, blending into their chaos. None of them knew that in just ten days, I would be the one stepping away from the altar. The fake-death package I'd ordered was already in motion. While my fiance and his childhood sweetheart mourned the love they claimed was out of reach, I quietly counted down the days until I could disappear for good.

The story begins on how Sophia was reflecting on their previous journey at the college, Sophia and Liam's life were seemingly perfect, their deep bond and shared ambitions were proof they really love each other. Their journey from college to friendship leads them to a blissful marriage after years of being a couple they never had any issues until a specific day when she discovers a text message on Liam's phone from a woman named Ava, who claimed Liam to be the father of her child. Sophia secretly took Ava’s number from her husband's phone and they started conversing. Sophia requested for them to physically meet to discuss. She wanted to hear the truth from Ava if Liam really impregranated her before she confronts him. She planned on leaving him and going to stay with her parents or her friend’s house and start processing her divorce. Her friend, Clara,in a bid to be of help to her dear friend at her darkest time,took her on dates. On one of these dates,she happened to meet a new man who treated her well. James, Liam’s best friend,investigated the main cause of the divorce of his friend and his dear wife and discovered a secret. What did James discover? Will the couple come back together? Will they be able to move on?

Dante Moretti, the ruthless Billionaire CEO, hungers for power and control. Cold, calculated, he sends shivers down his rivals' spines with his cold, calculated way into any business deal that might pop up in his way. But inside the steely exterior of this man, a traumatic past torments him to have left him detached and numb as regards love. His goal is simple: solidify his control and paramountcy and build on an empire. Lyra Caine grew up privileged in a family that had disintegrated; the fortune of her father, Richard Caine, once a strong king of finance, had shrunk due to a number of bad investments. She needed to be married off to Dante Moretti, a man rumored never to have shied away from getting ruthless in whatever business dealings he had, so that their name would not be utterly ruined. Lyra had lived her whole life by what this great shadow of a father expected from her: fragile, with this inner fire barely apparent in herself. But here is the kicker that makes it even more twisted: Dante isn't marrying Lyra out of love or even because of business needs. He has an ulterior motive linked to her father's long-buried secrets, one that could totally unravel her family should it come to light.

For three years, I was nothing but a replacement. After my hundredth blood donation to my three wives' true love, I vanished from their lives. They bombarded my phones with thousands of phone calls and ten times that number of text messages. 'I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, honey! I know I let our mom down. You can do anything to me, but please don't leave me!' 'Please, honey, I'm sorry. I'll do anything. I won't do it again, I swear! Just come back!' 'You can't leave me, honey! You're going to drive me mad! I can't live without you!' 'Please, just tell me where you are! Take my call, please!' … I changed my SIM card once I went back to Imperia and blocked all my wives' contacts. Peace and quiet came back to me. Three months later, I was told that my wives' companies went bust, and the love of their lives swindled them out of every single cent they had. And now they were scouring the land for me. That was a joke. They did not panic when they still had everything. They should never have done what they did. Too late for regrets.

Jack Goldsmith wants a mate. He is sick of being alone. Jack is the only wild wolf in the United Kingdom - Werewolf or otherwise. According to his father, he was an aberration, his mother died giving birth to him and his father had never forgiven him. Superstition was rife in the 1600s when he was born and he grew rapidly, not like the other children. Rumours spread of witchcraft, and though his father was caught, Jack escaped to live his life alone - until now. SaffronTalbot has inherited her grandmother's cottage in the wilds of the Yorkshire countryside. As an empath, Saffron Talbot is looking for a new life - and she is going to get it, but it's not the life she ever imagined. She's a nature-loving girl and the pressures of the city of London make her feel ill. The number of people, the buildings so close together, and the noises make her feel increasingly ill. If she dares go out, her headphones are clamped to her head and the darkest sun-glasses she can find cover her eyes. Her neighbours think she is the local weirdo when they see her marching along the street with her head down to avoid making contact. Moving to Yorkshire to the cottage her grandmother has left her will be the beginning of her life - in more ways than one.

Sapphire's face went covered in sweat as she saw the video. Immediately there popped a message getting her stilled in a matter of seconds. "If you want to see the truth with your own eyes, come to the paradise apartment flat number 505." She scurried to her car and asked the driver to drive, giving him the location. Opening the envelope that was delivered to her, she took out the key with trembling fingers and put it in the keyhole to twist it. The entrance unlocked and her pulse quivered her throat. Tiptoeing, she rubbed her palms to her long skirt to clean the sweat and gingerly open the bedroom door. And..... Few minutes later... "My love, I have been dying not being able to see you. Where did you go without informing anyone? If not for the jammer installed in your mobile..." Carlos shook his head and his lips landed on her neck. He bit her, sucked her there with a yearn of passion making his mark. "Do not do such crazy things." His breath was ragged after the bite, covered with desire but at the same time with a kind of control and power. Moving closer, he shifted her head up and then kissed her in wantonness, lust and most importantly in an undying love. PS This book has two parts in it. (sequel and prequel)

"You've been a naughty girl, Davinia" I smirk. "Why don't you punish me then" "Don't tempt me Anís" "Tie me down" ° ° ° ° ° To rule is one thing, To be a powerful ruler is another. Davinia Jewels Lucchese, popularly known as "Veleno" for her ways of punishment is deadly and poisonous. An Italian female boss who has been leading the mafia since she clocked eighteen, she is not only known for deadly punishment but for her power, discipline and authority. Davina was brought up to rule the mafia with an iron fist and a cold heart. A female boss who thinks with her head and not her heart. ° Rolan Niklavo Dimitri a powerful, heartless, Merciless and arrogant Russian mafia leader whose childhood was nothing but pain, suffering and shame. Although Rolan claims not to ever fall in love for his heart has been stolen by his childhood lover, wife and mother of his unborn child who was butchered in cold blood and sent to him as a gift on his birthday. What happens when the cold hearted Davinia and the aloof ruthless Rolan find their selves in a marriage of convenience. Will Rolan be able to find love again? Will Davinia allow herself to fall in love with Rolan?

Warning: Mature Content Shock, cold and absolute, rippled through me. My jaw dropped. “Owned? I am not an object! You can’t just—” His dark chuckle cut me off. It was a chilling sound, devoid of warmth. “Oh, but I do, little bird. You became mine the moment your dear brother, Carlos, sold you to clear his debts. Along with almost all the shares in your father’s company.” The air left my lungs in a ragged gasp. What was he talking about? That couldn't be true, yet the look in his eyes said otherwise. He had sold me like an object, like chattel. Rage, raw and unadulterated, surged through me, eclipsing the fear for a fleeting moment. I tried to push past him, to escape and to run anywhere but his hand shot out, grabbing me by the neck, not quite choking but enough to hold me in an iron grip. He pinned me to the wall, his face inches from mine, his eyes burning with an intense possessive fire. “You now belong to Lorenzo Blackwood,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You are mine. To possess. To claim. To own.”

The dead don't lie. At Nocturne Prep, everyone else does. Where Alpha heirs and supernatural elites sharpen their claws before ruling the world, accidents don't happen. So when Luna heiress Seraphina Vale plunges to her death, no one dares question it. Not at this school. Rae Vale spent her life hidden as an Alpha's omega bastard daughter. Now she's dragged from obscurity to replace her dead half-sister. Wearing Seraphina's crest, sleeping in her bed, drowning in vicious whispers. She's a fraud with a target on her back. To Professor Cassian Rhys, she is the reincarnation of his first love and his second-chance mate. To Luca Ashborne, the untamed Alpha prince with cruel games and an iron will, she’s a threat. To Kieran Duskmoor, the elusive bloodborn who wears apathy like armor, she’s pure fascination. These boys rule the academy. They want to unravel her or bury her. But Rae isn't here to play nice. Not when Seraphina's death was murder. Someone wants to finish what they started when Rae starts to get too close to the truth, and Rae refuses to be next. At Nocturne Prep, loyalty is rare, power is everything, and love might be the deadliest weapon of all.