Jogo Burns Maki Novels & Stories

**WARNING** This is not your typical love story—older heroine, younger man. Contains explicit s*xual themes, violence, and a forbidden relationship. Reader discretion is advised. * * * * * * * * * * Madeline Bennet thought she had finally found her happily ever after, only to have it shattered in one night. Betrayed and burning with humiliation, she runs straight into the arms of a stranger who knows exactly how to make her forget everything. Younger. Bolder. Addictive in ways she never saw coming. But when morning comes, the truth is more dangerous than she ever imagined—he’s her husband’s estranged son... and the ruthless mafia lord feared by everyone. Dominic Morvanti doesn’t do feelings. He owns. He claims. He destroys boundaries. Not even his father’s wife can stop him. Torn between the ruins of her past and a temptation that burns like wildfire, can Madeline resist him? Or will she surrender to a desire that could destroy her and everything she’s ever loved? * * * * * * * * * * “I'm your father's wife,” I swallowed hard, “—your stepmother.” He leaned closer, his voice velvet and rough against my skin. “You're not my stepmother. You're my perfect little slut.”

He is everything she despises arrogant, brutal, and worshipped for the violence he delivers on the ice. Atticus Finch is the league’s most feared hockey star, a man who wins games with clenched fists and a heart carved from ice. Sheila Feint wants nothing to do with him. She sees the ego behind the fame, the rage behind the smile, the destruction he leaves in his wake. And Atticus? He can’t stand her defiance, her sharp tongue, the way she looks at him like he’s nothing more than a headline waiting to implode. Forced into close proximity by fate and circumstance, their hatred burns hotter than rivalry. Every argument crackles with tension. Every glare lingers too long. Somewhere between verbal wars, bruised pride, and moments they refuse to name, the line between enemy and something far more dangerous begins to blur. But loving your enemy comes at a price. Because if Atticus lets her in, he risks exposing the darkness he’s spent years hiding. And if Sheila gives in, she might fall for the one man capable of destroying everything she believes in. On the ice, Atticus Finch never loses. But with Sheila Feint… love might be the most brutal game he’s ever played.

Amara’s life has always been ordinary—until the shadows begin watching her. It starts with whispers in empty streets, footsteps behind her when no one is there, and glowing eyes stalking her from the darkness. She tries to ignore it… until the night a savage wolf-like creature hunts her down, leaving her bleeding and moments from death. Just when she’s about to lose everything, a mysterious man with haunting golden eyes appears, saving her with deadly power before vanishing without a trace. But Kael is no stranger. He is bound to her by fate itself, her sworn protector… and the darkness destined to consume her heart. As terrifying visions and supernatural attacks grow stronger, Amara uncovers a hidden world of magic, ancient bloodlines, and a brutal war between realms. Within her burns a rare and dangerous power—a light prophesied to either end the war or plunge both worlds into eternal ruin. Then she discovers the truth her late father died protecting. He was never ordinary. He was a guardian of an ancient prophecy… one that marks Amara not as a saviour, but as a weapon both sides are willing to kill, or claim. With enemies closing in and the truth about her existence unravelling, Amara must decide whether to trust the darkness calling to her… or risk becoming the very monster the prophecy fears. Fated to His Darkness is a gripping dark paranormal romance filled with forbidden destiny, deadly secrets, and a love powerful enough to destroy worlds.

Bronwyn thought the hardest part of coming home for the holidays would be facing her small town past. She never imagined walking into the Rhiggs estate and feeling her body come alive under the gaze of Trenton Rhiggs, her best friend Eudora's father. He is everything she should not want: older, powerful, and completely forbidden. Trenton Rhiggs is a man who built an empire and commanded respect from everyone around him. Widowed for three years, he buried himself in work and being a father. Then Bronwyn arrived for the holidays and suddenly the girl he remembered became a woman he cannot stop thinking about. Every instinct tells him to stay away but having her under his roof makes that impossible. When a blizzard traps them alone in the massive Rhiggs estate, the attraction neither can deny finally erupts. What starts as one stolen night becomes an addiction neither can quit. They know it is wrong. They know Eudora can never find out. But some cravings are too powerful to resist. Their secret burns hotter every day until someone sees something they should not have. A business rival discovers the affair and threatens to expose Trenton unless he backs away from a major deal. Bronwyn becomes leverage in a dangerous game. Now Trenton has to choose between protecting his empire or claiming the one woman he was never supposed to touch. Their forbidden desire might cost them everything but walking away feels impossible.

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

To the world, Ryder, Liam, and Kratavak are the Triplet Alphas of the elite Volkov Pack, powerful, untouchable, and lethally handsome. To me, they are the stepbrothers who made my life a living hell from the moment my parents died to save theirs. I am the "charity case." The wolfless girl who cleans their floors and endures their cruelty. But the triplets carry a dark secret: a blood-curse that is slowly driving them feral. And for some reason, my touch is the only thing that can quiet the storm in their veins. They hate that they need me. They despise that their inner beasts howl for a girl they consider beneath them. When my fated mate finally appears, he doesn't bring me flowers. He brings a cold rejection, eyeing me with a mix of hunger and disgust. In a moment of shattered pride and burning rebellion, I find myself in the arms of a dangerous stranger for a single, forbidden night. I thought I could run. I thought I could raise my secret babies in the shadows, far from the Volkovs and the mate who threw me away. But the stranger from that night wasn't just a drifter. He is the Lycan King, a man with secrets more dangerous than the triplets’ curse. Now, he’s coming to claim what’s his, and my stepbrothers aren't ready to let their "cure" go. In a world of Alphas, I was meant to be a breeder. But I’m about to become the spark that burns their empires to the ground.

A kiss can change everything. One with your best friend, and it changes the whole dynamic. What will you do when you get to know that your best friend has been in love with you? What will you do when she doesn't want to be friends anymore and wants more instead? * “Everytime I see you with a guy, my skin burns” Millie hisses, pinning me with an intense look that makes my belly flip. I am pinned to the wall with her caging me. “Do you know how hard it is to pretend that you are only my friend, and nothing more? That I love you but cannot have you?” Her words spin inside my head, and the thundering beating of my heart echoes in my ear. How do we come to this situation? I pant as she leans closer, her eyes averting to my parted lips. I am having thoughts of her. Hell, I see her in my dreams so often now that I am not sure what she means to me now. Millie caresses my cheeks and a shiver runs down my spine. “I can't pretend anymore, Grace. It's getting really hard” she whispers in my ear and I squirm. When she meets my eyes, I say something that surprises her. “Then don't.” I crash my lips on hers, crossing whatever lines we had.

My husband's secretary, Regina Wade, claims she is a lucky charm. She wins every lottery ticket she buys and even wins three bets in a row. In truth, she is just transferring her bad luck onto me. In my previous life, she confidently invites the entire company to gamble, and everyone walks away with huge winnings. Well, everyone except me, as I lose everything. Regina throws money around in the casino, indulging her vanity, while my face rots and my body becomes riddled with illness. She conducts livestreams to auction off her good luck, while I get hit by cars every time I go out and almost die from infection during surgery. When I ask my husband, Jack Burns, to investigate her, he points at me angrily and scolds, "Ariel Nichols, stop blaming your bad luck on Reggie. You are just jealous that she is lucky. With such vicious thoughts, you deserve to get hit!" Three days later, Regina wins a trillion-dollar gamble and gains boundless wealth. I, on the other hand, bleed from inside and die suddenly. Even until my death, I never figure out why I have such terrible luck. When I open my eyes again, I return to the day Regina first claims she is a lucky charm.

His expression darkened when his eyes fell to her lips. ”What are you doing to me?”“What do you mean?” She whispered, her eyes trained on his firm lips. She willed him to kiss her. Willed him so much that if she’d had her powers, he would already be kissing her that very moment.Just when she thought he was going to close the remaining distance between them and kiss her, he shoved her away so hard, she stumbled for a bit before righting herself. "Get dressed."------When Bran comes back from war only to find out that his parents have been killed and his sister, captured by a powerful sorceress, he captures her, bringing her back to his castle and locks her up, torturing her. But as time passes, the seductive sorceress refuses to break and Bran begins to realise that his feelings for her aren't as malicious as they used to be. With every heated look that passes between them, every stolen kiss and every accidental touch, Bran's resolve begins to crumble. When he captured the sorceress, the plan was to torture her until she gave him his sister's location, but now...now, Bran isn't so sure what the plan is anymore.They are supposed to be enemies. She is his captive, and he is her captor. They shouldn't want each other.But they do--with a passion that burns hotter than their hatred for each other.

Evelina Dray: I have spent years cataloging what Obscura wanted forgotten. Erased names. Broken prophecies. Bloodlines rewritten by fear. Knowledge is supposed to be neutral, but I’ve learned that every truth has a cost, and someone always bleeds for it. Draven Kael is not a secret I was meant to find. He is a weapon the world buried and prayed would stay buried. He should terrify me. He does. But fear has never stopped me from opening a door. The Interregnum believes I will choose safety. Obscura believes I will choose loyalty. They are wrong. I will choose the truth, even if it burns everything I am standing on. Draven Kael: They call me a monster because it’s easier than admitting they built me this way. I was forged to kill dragons, to end bloodlines, to erase problems before they learned how to scream. The Interregnum didn’t give me purpose. It gave me permission. Evelina Dray is not supposed to see me. She looks anyway. She doesn’t flinch when she learns what I am, what I’ve done, what I was designed to destroy. That makes her dangerous. That makes her mine. This war is not ending. Not here. Not now. And when the world finally tears itself open, it won’t be heroes who decide what survives. It will be the weapons that were never meant to love anything at all.