Keep On Keeping On Novels & Stories

Elora is a twenty one year old she wolf. She is Omega at the Blue Moon Pack. She has been under the watchful eyes of Alpha Issac her entire life. Forbidden from shifting or leaving the pack house, However, one day after escaping into the forest she finds her mate and Alpha Issac is determined to stop anything from unraveling the secrets he has held since the day Elora was born. Can Elora find out the truth about her past and realise her true potential? Or will Alpha Isaac succeed in keeping his secrets safe?

*Story on hold* Sarah attended a ball, her parents had forced to go to the yearly pack’s masked gala. She got drunk and hooked up with the pack’s Alpha. She got pregnant and her father sent her out of his house because she wasn’t going to say who impregnated her. She had her reasons for keeping it from her dad. On getting to the Alpha’s house, she met him pounding hard into Valerie, the pack’s bully. He sensed her presence, and rejected her as his mate on the spot…

a male hybrid (vampire/witch) who is also a Vampire hunter meets a female hybrid who is werewolf/vampire and his mate, they decide to start a pack consisting of other Hybrids, rejected mates and other creatures who have no where to go, (witches, vamps, wolves, cats) they must learn to survive and keep their pack in tact in a world where they must keep their secret from humans and keep safe from the council who wants them all dead

She thought she was safe in his world. She was wrong. When her curiosity pulls her into danger, he knows there’s only one way to protect her—by keeping her close. Too close. She’s off-limits, but the temptation is impossible to resist. Every glance, every touch ignites something darker, something undeniable. Now, enemies are closing in, and the line between protection and possession is disappearing. Once he claims her, there’s no turning back. In his world, rules don’t exist—and she’s about to find out just how far he’ll go to make her his.

Sera I escaped a life plagued with death and destruction years ago. But it's come back to haunt me. Killian Ricci is no ordinary crime boss. He's the grim reaper. I belong to him. I don't know why he's keeping me locked up. All I know is he holds my life in his hands. And in the mafia world, his hands are bloody. They don't call him the Hand of Death for no reason. If I want to survive I have one option. Submit. Killian Mano Della Morte. That's what they call me. The Hand of Death.

​Daphne Clarke has spent her life keeping her head down. Juggling classes, part-time jobs, and dreams of a better future. One impulsive night at a party shatters her careful routine when she wakes up next to Zachary Moreau, the enigmatic heir to a billion-dollar empire. Years later, as a single mother struggling to rebuild her life, fate leads her straight back into his world. Only this time, she’s working for him, and he has no idea they share a son. Bound by secrets, a looming arranged marriage, and undeniable chemistry, Daphne and Zachary are on a collision course that could change everything.

I signed a contract to marry the man I hate the most in the world. Alexander Voss; a ruthless billionaire, my family’s mortal enemy, the devil who once tried to destroy everything I built. One year. One penthouse. One bed. No feelings. No touching. No falling in love. But the moment the ring is on my finger, the rules start to burn. Every touch burns with vengeance. Every kiss tastes like war. But the most dangerous part? I’m starting to crave the man who ruined my life. And he’s becoming obsessed with keeping me forever. Bound by Contract, Owned by Hate — Where enemies become addicts.

Rosalie Bianchi is forced to marry Roman Moretti for her family's betterment or that's what she's told to believe. Her family thrived on wealth and power, something the Moretti could give them. Rosalie finds her soul crushed when she finds out her sister sold her out for the power struggle she wanted nothing to do with. She didn't want to be the head of the Bianchi family and Elena knew that yet sold her to the highest bidder. Rosalie has been keeping a secret herself. She was the poison fairy. The woman Roman was looking to hire, the reason he agreed to marry her.

“Oh daddy… I am going to c*m Daddy... I am going to c*m ” her eyes rolled backward as she felt her orgasm wrecking through her. “Yes, princess! You are going to c*m, but you are going to do that while staring into my eyes, so stare at me while you c*m so hotly on my fingers. Nuella’s eye rolled forward and she bit on her lower lips trying to keep her gaze on him, her nails digging into his arms and her body quivering uncontrollably. “Good girl… Now c*m for Daddy. Grace Daddy’s fingers with your beautiful c*m,” “Argghh… thank you, Daddy.Thank you.” Nuella’s back arched and her toes curled as she came hard on his finger, her body spamming uncontrollably as she tried to remain daddy’s good girl by keeping her eyes on his. “Good girl.. Daddy loves how you c*m.Keep c*mming.” he urged plumping his hands in and out of her pussy, her body quivering underneath him. Devine pulled his fingers out of her pussy, with her eyes holding onto his, he moved his finger to his lips and slowly began to glide on her juice. “So tasty..” He mummed hotly, s*cking hotly on it, while Nuella remained still, her p**sy craving more of his touch. Bad of her to crave the wrongest sin in the world, but he was the one who made her heart leap and her p**sy tingle at mare sight. Mr Devine El Lorenzo was her father's youngest friend and the renowned mafia viper, but her body yerned for his touch. Once, she got a taste of him, now she was back on his bed pleading for another, taking his command and being Daddy’s Good Girl.

I should have been walking down the aisle. Instead, I was running through the woods in my wedding dress. The white fabric caught on every branch, tearing apart like my life. My name is Camela Siegel. My father is the Mayor, and he sold me to save himself. Vincent Castellano was supposed to be my husband. They call him the Mad Prince, but I learned he’s so much worse than that. His hands trembled when he touched me—sometimes gentle, like I might break, and sometimes rough, like he wanted to overpower me. “You’re mine now,” he’d whisper in the dark corners of that house. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to hurt you but me.” I tried the door handle every day for three months. It only turned from the outside. When help finally came, I thought it was over. I thought I could go home and pretend none of it ever happened. I was wrong. Vincent found my journal—the one where I wrote about him, about what he did to me, and about who he truly is. Now he’s not just keeping me locked up. He’s hunting me. They call him “The Fox” for a reason. He’s patient and waits. When he catches what he’s after, he never lets it go. I can feel him watching me even now—through my bedroom window, from across the street, in the shadows where I can’t see him but I know he’s there. My father thinks making that deal saved his life. He doesn’t realize it destroyed mine. Vincent said he’d keep me until the last day of my life. I’m starting to think that day is coming soon.