Iron Hands Chapter Novels & Stories

In the sun-drenched summers of Sardinia, Isabella finds a rare kind of freedom—far from the chaos of her high-powered life in New York and the suffocating legacy of her family’s ties to the mafia. For once, she can breathe, laugh, and be herself without fear or expectation. But the summer of 2021 changes everything. Haunted by the broken marriage of her parents—forced together by the iron grip of mafia tradition and the unyielding lineage of the Dons—Isabella has long abandoned the idea of love. Her heart is guarded, her trust fractured. Until she meets him. A stranger with secrets of his own. A man who sees her not as a pawn in a dynastic game, but as a woman worth knowing, worth loving. Their connection is instant, electric, and dangerous. Because in Isabella’s world, love is never simple—and freedom always comes at a price. As old loyalties clash with new desires, Isabella must choose between the life she was born into and the life she dares to dream of. In a land where the sea keeps secrets and the wind carries whispers, can love truly survive?

In a city of cold glass and dark secrets, the Thorne family rules with an iron fist and a hidden curse. For a hundred years, the "Beast" has lived in their blood, fueled by the power they stole from the Sterling family. ​Elena Sterling thought she was just a girl from the gutters, trying to save her dying father. She didn't know that her blood held the Sterling Spark—the only light capable of taming the darkness. When she is forced into a contract with the cold and powerful Alaric Thorne, she expects a prison. Instead, she finds a man fighting a war inside his own soul. ​As Alaric’s curse grows out of control, Elena’s hidden power awakens. Together, they must flee the city, face the ghosts of their ancestors in a shadow dimension, and discover the truth of a lineage that could save or destroy the world. ​But the Council is watching. They want the power of their child—the first "Balance" the world has seen in centuries. Can Elena and Alaric survive the hunt and reclaim their home, or will the legacy of the Beast swallow the Spark forever?

“You weren’t saved, Bianca. You were claimed.” When Bianca Ricci is sold by her venomous stepmother to Matteo Romano the most feared Mafia Don in New York her world fractures into chains made of silk and blood. Matteo doesn’t believe in love, He believes in loyalty, control, and keeping enemies where he can see them especially when they carry the last name Ricci. But Bianca isn't a lamb, She's a lioness in velvet. And when her fire collides with Matteo's iron grip, none of them expects the burn. As enemies circle, old blood debts rise, and a hidden betrayal threatens to collapse the entire underworld, Bianca and Matteo must navigate a marriage built on lies, lust, and legacies soaked in revenge. Bound by an oath neither of them chose, they must decide: Is survival enough or will they rewrite the rules of the empire together? In a world where freedom is a currency and love is a weapon, one bride will defy a king or destroy him.

Raven Blackthorn, the ruthless Alpha Queen of the Ironwood Pack, has built her life on strength, fear, and an iron will to protect her pack from rogues and the watchful Council. She swore she’d never accept a mate, believing the bond would make her weak. Then she meets Ragnar Hale, a human who accidentally crosses into her territory—and into her fate. The mate bond snaps into place, but Ragnar’s presence threatens everything Raven has built, and his arrival awakens a storm of ancient magic buried in his blood. As rogue attacks increase and the Council demands Ragnar’s surrender, Raven must decide whether to reject the bond or embrace it, risking her leadership to claim the one person who might make her stronger. But as Ragnar’s powers grow, so does the danger, and together they will have to fight to protect the pack, face betrayal, and challenge a world that wants to tear them apart. Will the Alpha Queen allow herself to love or will claiming her mate mean sacrificing everything she swore to protect.

Look at me, Rory. You are mine." Dominique Blackwood’s voice was a deadly whisper, his grip like iron as he pulled her close. His words cut deep, but the fire between them was undeniable. Aurora "Rory" Thompson never imagined her quiet, artistic life would end in chains. But when her father sells her to the ruthless mafia kingpin Dominique “The Devil” Blackwood to settle a debt, she is thrown into a world where love is a weakness, and power is the only currency. Feared by his enemies and worshipped by his allies, Dominique is a man who controls everything, except her. Rory defies him, challenging his authority and refusing to break under his rule. But the more she resists, the more their dangerous attraction grows. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Rory must choose: run from the Devil, or risk everything to stand beside him. In San Andreas, where love and power collide, survival comes at a cost, and sometimes, the heart is the most dangerous weapon of all.

Mara thought her life was finally beginning—until her father’s bankruptcy shattered everything. Overnight, she loses her freedom, her career, and her dreams. To save her family from ruin, she is forced into an arranged marriage with Elias Devereux, the cold and ruthless billionaire CEO who holds their debts in his iron grip. Elias is powerful, intimidating, and dangerously magnetic. He claims Mara as his wife, not out of love, but out of control. Yet behind his arrogance lies secrets that could destroy them both. Trapped in his penthouse and his world of wealth and deception, Mara vows to fight back. But every attempt to escape only pulls her deeper into Elias orbit—where passion collides with betrayal, and hate blurs into desire. As rivals, scandals, and hidden enemies threaten to tear them apart, Mara must decide: is Elias her savior or her destroyer? And when love finally ignites between them, will it be strong enough to survive the empire built on lies?

When Mom and Dad went broke—$30K in debt—they let collectors sell me to Nyamara, a lawless border strip full of trafficking, forced labor, and private prisons. I slept in flooded cells. Ate rotten food. Tried to run. They smashed both my legs with iron rods. I dragged myself home—and walked in on them planning Nina's sweet eighteen. Dad flicked his hand and dropped $3 million on a top-tier jewelry set for her. Mom smiled, then mentioned me. "I heard Talia cries every day, begging to come home. When do we tell her the truth and bring her back?" Dad shook his head, smug. "What's the rush? This is her gift. Let her tough it out one more month. Otherwise, how's she supposed to inherit our billions?" I tightened my grip on the medical report—severe infection in both legs. Mom. Dad. I don't even have a month left.

His hot breath fanned my ear and I nearly died the moment the straps of my dress fell away. Revealing a part of myself that left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze that moved over me. I pride myself on decency, to always be appropriate but the way he clenched his jaw and ran his large hands on my thighs made me go. . . to hell with decency. Reaching out, the need to touch him no longer bearable, I traced the outline of his torso through the fabric of his shirt. But even that wasn't enough as my hands moved underneath the fabric to trace the muscles there. He shifted slightly away triggering a fear in me that I had done something wrong. However, the fear diminished when he removed the fabric- granting my eyes the chance to feast on seeing more of his skin. He moved forward peppering light kisses all over my neck and torso only to latch onto my nipple tugging gently on the hard nub. I cried out at the movement of his teeth and tongue as his hands kept me close hindering any chance to reduce the contact to damn near impossible. Reducing the contact was the last thing I wanted, especially considering how far we had come. . .

On the day of my daughter’s dance competition, a madman suddenly charged at her with an iron rod. To protect her, I took dozens of hits, and my arm was brutally broken. My husband, William Zafron, caught the madman on the spot and rushed us to his private hospital. In the hospital room, I woke up from the pain and tried to call for William. Then I overheard the doctor asking him, “Weren’t we just replacing the knee joint? Why did you hurt Ms. Nina and kill Ella?” “Nina only has a broken arm and some wounds. Her injuries aren’t fatal.” William replied, “Ella’s purpose was to be an organ carrier for Sophia’s daughter. Now that she has fulfilled her role, there’s no need for her to live. “After all... Sophia’s daughter is my own child.” That was when I realized that my daughter was just an organ carrier to him. What he did not know was that Sophia’s daughter was not even his.

Isadora didn’t want to come to Ashwyck Academy. It wasn’t the haunting towers or the iron gates that unnerved her. It wasn’t the students—dark, beautiful, terrifying things cloaked in magic and menace. It was what it meant. Coming here was a last resort. A whispered admission from her parents that something was wrong with her. That despite being born of a temptress and a mind-bending killer, despite all the bloodlines and rituals and whispered prophecies—Isadora was still painfully, tragically human. She was quiet, clever, and careful. Not powerful. Not wicked. Not like the others. Her parents called it “late blooming.” The High Table called it “defective.” But no one said it out loud. Instead, they tucked her into Ashwyck like a final gamble and hoped the academy could awaken whatever dark inheritance slumbered beneath her skin. She hadn’t wanted to come. She still doesn’t belong. But Ashwyck has its own secrets. And Isadora is about to discover that the parts of her she’s most afraid of are the ones they’ve been waiting for.