J Level Books Novels & Stories

It’s already hard being Black in America, but it’s even tougher surviving America as a Black Vampire.N, who is a vampire, has been on a long search finding the police officer who killed his family and cut off his tongue when he was young. He believes that the cop is in Virginia and goes on a grueling battle to find him. But he also falls in love, meet other unique Black Vampires like him, and leads a revolution to end police brutality and racism.

My father died and left me with more than grief. He left me with a debt. A debt owed to Malik St. James, the most feared man in Atlanta. Ruthless. Powerful. Untouchable. I thought he came to collect money. Instead, he came for me. One minute, I was trying to rebuild my life after my father’s death. The next, I was trapped in a world of power, violence, and dangerous secrets where one wrong move could get me killed. Malik St. James rules Atlanta with fear. Everyone calls him King. He doesn’t forgive, he doesn’t forget, and he always collects what’s owed. But the closer I get to him, the more I realize my father wasn’t the man I thought he was. Someone wants me dead. Someone is hiding the truth. And Malik may be the only man powerful enough to keep me alive. In a city built on loyalty, betrayal is everywhere. As old secrets surface and enemies close in, the line between hate and desire begins to blur. I was never supposed to belong to Malik St. James. And he was never supposed to fall for me. But every king eventually finds his weakness. And I might just be his. “You belong to me, Zariah.” “I don’t belong to anyone.” His dark eyes locked onto mine. “We’ll see about that.”

Katarina was hired to manage the President's affairs of the heart. Her one mission: To find his perfect wife. She plied him with enough candidates - models, heiresses, socialites, actresses, a crowned princess - women in their prime who came with beautiful background and outstanding achievement. But he rejected everyone. He only wanted one woman - his executive assistant Katarina. Will she yield from his relentless pursuit of her? Especially since it did not come with any guarantees and would most likely leave her heart tbroken in the end?

After the great war between humans, vampires, werewolves, and elves, an agreement was made that hybrid offspring would rule the world. Every century, alliances through marriage between humans and those three clans would decide the next ruler. Whoever bore the first hybrid child would claim power for their line. In my previous life, I chose to marry Jax, the eldest son of the werewolf pack, known for his fierce loyalty. I gave birth to our hybrid son, a white-furred pup we named Zeal. Our child became the next world ruler, and Jax gained immense power. My sister had lusted after the elves' beauty and married into their clan. But the elf prince slept with every female in the forest. In the end, my sister caught a disease that left her barren. Jealous and bitter, she set a fire that burned me and my young pup alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the racial alliances. My sister had already slept with Jax first. I knew she had been reborn too. But she didn't know that Jax was brutally savage with his mates, having torn countless she-wolves apart in his bed during his ruts.

To become Marcus's Luna, I hid my identity as Crimson Ridge pack's Alpha heiress and married him. Since two Alphas have difficulty conceiving offspring, I even begged the pack witch to suppress my bloodline, downgrading my wolf from Alpha to Beta. After I finally got pregnant, Marcus was out shopping with his omega mistress while I was being attacked by rogue wolves and losing our child. I forced myself to like the social media post where his lover was showing off their relationship, fighting back nausea. His call came through immediately. "What are you trying to pull now! The pack successfully signed a cooperation treaty with the neighboring pack today. You didn't even show up to the celebration, so Ivy had to take over all your Luna duties and has been taking care of my daily needs. You should be thanking her for helping you out!" "You're supposed to be a strong warrior! How can one pregnancy make you this delicate?!" He finished his rant and hung up in anger. Right. I'd been away from home too long. I was starting to forget my own last name. I didn't hesitate anymore. I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in ages. "Beta Hayes, book me a flight for tomorrow morning. I'm going back to Crimson Ridge pack."

Set in the mid-19th century, a masked benefactor purchases a supposed 'satanic' creature on London's black market. What he gets instead, however, is someone he never knew he would fall in love with, much less be loved back. As they both heal from the scars of their past, they find their fates are more interwoven than either would have ever imagined. *Contains themes from Beauty and The Beast, Phantom of the Opera, and Frankenstein* (I do not claim rights to the cover image)

When Caleb Kingston proposed marriage, I knew he did not love me. But as a woman who loved him secretly for years, I agreed to whatever scraps he could give me thinking that he could learn to love me in time. Three years into our marriage, I realized that I had been a fool chasing an impossible dream. A stubborn man like Caleb only loved once and she sure was not me. “She's back and she wants me. I do not want to ruin this chance for anything.” He told me, slapping a divorce paper my way. “What about our baby?” His scowl told me he was not happy that I sprung that news on him. “Abort it. Do whatever you want with it. I don’t care.” Was his callous remark. That same night, after signing the divorce agreement, I packed my bags and left with a promise that I will be back stronger to show this ruthless billionaire what he lost.

Dorothy was forced to marry Stefan Everest, the man known as “the crippled mute.” Everyone thought her life was over, especially as she endured the mockery and whispers. But one night, everything changes. At a lavish event, Stefan proves he is far from what people believed. Looking at Dorothy, his words are simple: “You stood by me when no one else did. Now, it’s my turn to spoil you.”

"Fine. I'd leave. "I reply, and Christiana's jaw hits the ground. "Raymond? "Mr. William calls in awe. "You had no choice. Greenwood, get upstairs and pack all Raymond's things. "Grandma says to me. The last part, she says with her back turned to me, calling out to the head of male helpers in the house. "But I'd be leaving with my wife. "I drop the bomb and grandma freezes. She turns around slowly to look at me. The look of confusion on her face. " Excuse you? "She questions and I smile. "If I'm leaving, I'm taking my wife along. As far as I know, Christiana and I are a married couple and I refuse to go anywhere without my wife. "I reply, and grandma scoffs as she covers the gap between us. "You scheming, little devil. You think you're so smart, don't you? "She says in my face and I look into her eyes. Silently challenging her to do whatever she can to stop me. "Well, my granddaughter will go nowhere with you if she doesn't want to... "Grandma begins. " Actually Grandma, I'm sticking by my husband. "Christiana's voice cuts grandma, and I stare up at her in shock. I thought I'd have to do this with force, and then try my best to make up for it later. But Christiana just shocked the brows off everybody's face. Including mine! *********** A wise man once said, you never really know someone till you give them power. How about family? Is family the same when there's a fight for might and glory?

The night of my first shift at eighteen, my two older sisters brought home a fifteen-year-old orphaned boy. My Alpha sister seized the rare healing herbs I'd spent all my savings on — herbs meant to ease my first shift — and gave them to him instead. "You're strong enough," she growled. "You don't need such precious herbs." My Beta sister snarled with fury, pointing toward the door. "Get out! Don't come back!" I said nothing more, just grabbed my packed bag and left. They assumed I was merely throwing a tantrum, that I'd return in a few days. My sisters, finally free of my presence, took the orphan boy on an international vacation to the Caribbean islands I'd always dreamed of visiting. Many days later, when they returned to the pack, they were shocked to discover I'd accepted an offer from the neighboring pack's Head Healer. The position required fifteen years of isolated herbal research. I could never return home. That night, they fell apart.