Kane Chronicles Carter Novels & Stories

What a small world. As Elaine Johnson was checking in at the hotel front desk, she happened to bump into Jasper Carter's young mistress —a girl who looked like an innocent college student. She was dressed in a simple white cotton dress, pure and demure, with a shy, sweet smile. "Hello, here's your room key. You'll be staying in the executive suite on the top floor," the receptionist said. "Thank you, miss," the girl replied softly, taking the key. Just then, her phone rang. Elaine overheard her speaking bashfully to the person on the other end: "Mr. Carter, I... I'm already here. When will you be coming?" Her tone was soft, a little nervous, filled with affectionate anticipation. A moment later, Elaine heard her add, "Mhm, I'll wait for you. No rush. Please drive carefully, Mr. Carter." The girl's voice was so sweet and tender, it could have melted anyone's heart. Elaine could not help thinking that her husband had good taste — the girl was young and beautiful, gentle and thoughtful, the kind of woman any man would find hard to resist.

College professor Tasha Harrison thought she had her life under control: She had the job of her dreams and was already on her way to become a doctor of philosophy holder in financial studies. Her love was also great; so she thought. She was expecting a marriage proposal from her lover, Blake Carter any moment. Black Carter loved Tasha, a fellow professor with all of his heart and he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with her. But along the line, duty calls for him to come back to New York city to marry a family friend in order to redeem the family business from total collapse. Being one born into wealth, affluence, and power. Blake didn't even think twice, having missed the affluent life he was used to. He accepted immediately, broke up with Tasha Harrison unceremoniously and left Buffalo city. Seven years later. Tasha, now an accomplished associate professor, had to sort out for Blake to come help the son she had kept away from him. Will he do it or leave her and their son to fate….?

Pamela, a devout choirgirl and college student, hides a secret craving for submission beneath her innocent facade. When she meets Richard Carter, her stern history professor with a commanding presence, she falls into a whirlwind of forbidden pleasure—rough hands, whispered commands, and punishments that leave her trembling. But Richard has his own secrets, drawing Pamela into a world of whispered secrets, rough pleasure and violence.

Samuel Carter was at the point of giving up on love when his path crossed with Gabriella King; a beautiful young woman who ended up making him feel what he hasn't felt in a very long time. But what happens when Samuel was forced to choose between the two most important women in his life. His daughter, Bella, and the woman whom he loves most, Isabelle.

Hate You Until I Don’t Ave Carter swore she’d never speak to Blake Monroe again—not after he humiliated her and destroyed their friendship. But when they’re forced to partner for a school competition, old sparks ignite beneath the bitterness. Enemies, ex-best friends… and maybe something more. In a school full of whispers and second chances, can hate turn into something worth risking again?

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the process. She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger. However, things go wrong on a mission and she ends up encountering Kane King; a tall, brooding and handsome man with a killer smile who keeps making her break her own rules. Ironic, considering the first rule is to uphold those rules no matter what.

"I wasn't supposed to want you," Valerio murmured, hunger blazing in his eyes as I drew him closer. "Do you want me to stop? Or do you want what you shouldn’t?" Althea Kane's life was stolen the day she was betrayed and sold. Now she belongs to Valerio Moretti, the man she should fear… and yet cannot resist. Amid whispers of power, secrets, and betrayal, their desire ignites, a dangerous, irresistible fire. She is no ordinary woman, she's a force waiting to be unleashed. Consumed by a burning desire for revenge against those who ruined her, Althea steers a world of shadows and deceit, where love and vengeance collides. As she uncovers the truth about who she really is, their dangerous dance walks the line between obsession and love, temptation, ruin and truth.

Malina McCall daughter of Alpha and Luna McCall lost her place as Luna when her chosen mate found his fated mate. Lashing out at kane, her chosen mate for betraying her trust, she went after his fated mate out of anger and was caught. Going after a fellow pack member is punishable by death but she was forgiven and given fifty strokes; leaving her on the verge of death and dumped In the forest of doom. Laying in the forest under a heavy rain waiting for death to come to her, she drinks water from the paw print of a demon without knowing. Regaining strength and being able to move around without knowledge of what had happened, she learns the truth of what really happened to her parent and how the people she trusted had been planning for her downfall.

"Spread your fucking legs for Daddy…" The moment those growled words hit my ears, my thighs trembled, going weak at the knees. I swallowed hard, my throat dry with envy, aching to be the one spread wide and commanded by that deep, dominant voice. Heat flooded my core, soaking my panties with slick arousal, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing. Like the foolish, needy girl I was, I nudged the door open just a crack, peeking into the dim light of his bedroom to see who he was claiming on that massive bed. But shock slammed into me—Alpha Kane wasn't with anyone else. He lounged against the headboard, his massive hand wrapped around his thick, veined cock, stroking it slow and firm while his piercing eyes locked on a spread of my photos scattered across the sheets. Pictures of me in innocent poses, but the way he pumped his shaft, pre-cum beading at the tip and dripping down his length, turned them filthy in his gaze. **** I'd been just ten when rogues tore through our pack in a brutal war, slaughtering my parents and leaving me orphaned in the blood-soaked ruins. Alpha Kane Laskovic had charged in like a storm, ripping through the attackers with savage fury, saving me and the survivors. He became my guardian, my armored knight, pulling me from the ashes and raising me under his powerful protection. I was supposed to call him Dad—respectful, safe. Not Daddy, not while fantasizing about him pinning me down, growling filthy commands as he fucked me raw, claiming every inch of my body as his. But gods, I couldn't stop. The taboo hunger burned too hot, making me crave his cum flooding my womb, marking me as his forbidden little slut.

She gave her submission to a stranger. He was never a stranger at all. Vivian Ashworth is the perfect executive assistant. Polished. Professional. Unflappable. Nobody knows about her secret life: the anonymous platform where she kneels for a Dom who calls himself Sir. For six months, he's commanded her through screens and encrypted messages, pushing her limits, learning her body, knowing things about her desires she's never told anyone. By day, she works for Alexander Kane—CEO of Kane Industries, demanding perfectionist, the kind of boss who makes assistants cry and competitors tremble. She hates him. She respects him. She definitely doesn't dream about him. Then Alexander says four words that shatter her world: "Or should I say... Velvet?" Her anonymous Dom. Her impossible boss. The same man. He's known who she was from the beginning. Every confession she typed in the dark. Every fantasy she whispered through her phone at 2 AM. Every time she begged for permission to come. He was testing her. Training her. Waiting. Now he wants to formalize everything. A contract. Total power exchange—at work and in his bed. No more hiding. No more pretending. Complete submission in exchange for complete care. She should refuse. She should run. She should report him to HR and never look back. Instead, she's kneeling in his penthouse, reading the contract, and realizing her body has already signed. But Alexander has enemies. His bitter ex-submissive knows their secret and wants revenge. The lines between professional and personal are blurring dangerously. And Vivian is discovering that surrender isn't the same as weakness—it's the most terrifying kind of strength. The contract is about to become a problem. Will she sign away her heart along with her submission? Or will the man behind the mask prove that control and love aren't mutually exclusive?