Lucifer X Chloe Novels & Stories

Warning!! Buckle up and sit tight because this book dives headfirst into hot, explicit, raw content packed with intense scenes, forbidden obsessions, and unfiltered desire. If you're ready for steamy scenes, proceed with caution... or don't, and let the heat consume you. Jonathan Wright is a disciplined, quiet, and academically driven medical student who lives inside his head and inside his fantasies. At twenty-three, he has never had sex, never truly fallen in love, and never crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. But that changes when he becomes dangerously obsessed with two men he can never have. Professor Wyatt Rooke is a feared, brilliant, controlled, intimidating, and untouchable attending surgeon. His closest colleague, Professor Bryce Lockhart, a senior physician, is everything Wyatt is not; calm, charismatic, observant, and quietly dangerous. Together, they awaken desires Jonathan never knew existed, desires he pours into secret, and explicit writing meant for his eyes only. But one careless mistake leaves his darkest fantasy submitted inside Wyatt’s office instead of the required medical assignment. Now what began as shame turns into something far more dangerous and Jonathan learns that once desire is seen by the wrong men, it can never be taken back.

I existed in monochrome. Then she walked in and set my world on fire. Now her name beats in my chest like a second pulse. And I won't stop until she's just as addicted to me.

“It’s our anniversary today. I planned our day together,” I declare. “I have work to do,” “But I asked your PA to clear your schedule for the day,” “That’s the thing. You made plans behind my back without talking to me about it first, Ariel,” He then walks past me and walks out of the closet. “I thought I was doing something nice for you – for us at least. You have always worked so hard, so at least take this day off with me. We never got to celebrate our wedding anniversary,” I rebuke. He decides not to say anything. He opens his bag on the couch facing our bed and takes out a white A4 envelope, tossing it on the little table in the middle of our room. “Is it so hard for you to read the room all the time? How would you celebrate a wedding anniversary when there is no love between us? Are you not tired of all this pretence because I am!" He chastises. "That’s for you. Sign it so that we can get it over and done with,” With that said, he puts on his black sunglasses and walks out of the room. Only then do I breathe out the air I didn’t even know I was holding. I’m confused and, most of all, hurt. I didn’t see this coming. I drop my eyes on the envelope with bold printed letters of the name of the law firm our lawyer works at.

"They killed my twin sister Zoe, and in doing so, they created her revengeful monster...or Heiress they say" When Zoe was poisoned before her wedding, Chloe stepped into her place wearing the gown meant for her twin and vowing to burn the families that destroyed them. As Vincent Lanchester’s bride, she hides a heart of fire beneath a mask of obedience. Everyone believes she is Zoe, the perfect heiress. No one sees the mastermind beneath the veil, the fighter who hunts in silence, or the dangerous pull she feels toward the man she was sworn to hate. In a marriage built on lies, every kiss is a weapon… and every secret could be the one that brings them both down.

I dragged my pack from the old ways to thrive in the human world. As its Alpha, I canceled our most pointless tradition: the annual Winter Solstice Moonflower ornaments. But Chloe, a new omega, put me on blast on our pack’s feed for it. She said I disrespected the Moon Goddess. That I spat on tradition. Contracts from other packs and human companies started drying up. Even my own pack turned on me. So I took away the ten-grand Winter Solstice bonus…and gave them twenty-eight-dollar Moonflower ornaments instead. Now, my pack is losing their minds. Crying. Begging for the ten grand back.

My in-laws go on a jungle trip and are stung by venomous bees. An exorbitant sum is needed for their surgeries, so I hurriedly call my husband for help. However, as soon as the call connects, he berates me. "They can die if you don't have money to treat them! Why waste the money? Your family isn't mine—what does it have to do with me if they die? Also, Chloe has no money for food. I'm transferring what we have to buy her a meal." He hangs up abruptly and transfers whatever money I have. Meanwhile, his parents die because we didn't pay to save them.

My best friend Chloe and I married into the mob. We married two brothers. I married the monster, Don Adriano. She married his wild younger brother, Lorenzo. It was an arranged marriage. I expected nothing. His heart belonged to his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. Then my father died. My autistic brother, Leo, became my world. I signed over my family’s entire shipping empire to Adriano. He held me that night. Kissed the tears from my eyes. He swore he’d protect us forever. I believed him. That was my mistake. Three days ago, a rival family hit us. They left Leo bleeding out in my arms. I got him to our private hospital. It was empty. Not a single doctor on duty. I called Adriano, screaming for help. He had sent every last doctor to Isabella’s villa. "A storm's coming. Isabella is terrified of thunder. The stress could trigger her heart condition. I can't risk it. Your brother has a scratch. Patch him up. I’ll deal with it tomorrow." He hung up. While Isabella slept safely in his arms, I lost my brother. I cried all night, holding Leo's cold body. When I woke up, I told Chloe I wanted a divorce. She held me, sobbing. She said she was leaving Lorenzo, too. The Moretti brothers didn't know a thing until they were both served divorce papers. Then they went insane.

My husband Preston smashed up the solo art show I'd spent three years building for Vivian, the poor girl we had sponsored through college. "Chloe! What the hell did you send Vivian?!" "She read your goddamn text and suffered a depressive episode! She nearly jumped off the rooftop!" I looked at his furious face and the whole thing struck me as absurd. "Preston. What exactly did I send? I told her that today was the opening of my show and asked her not to call you during it." "She's sick! Why do you have to make every little thing a fight! If anything happens to her because of you — I'll never forgive you." With that, he didn't even glance at me. He turned and bolted back out into the storm. I didn't cry. I didn't even have the energy to be furious. I turned to leave, but in the rain, I ran into Rowan—a classmate from college. He used to be the most popular guy at our school — sweet and hot. But now he was severely injured. The torrential rain had soaked his shirt, revealing his perfect abs beneath. Without hesitation, I took him back to my apartment. Preston showed up pounding on the door, eyes red with rage. "Chloe — I'm gone for an hour and you drag some guy off the street into our bed?" I sneered and stepped in front of Rowan. "If you can play free therapist to some other woman, why can't I try being a philanthropist?"

“Mommy, why does this man look like me” “That is because you were both created by God” she replied. Lying is the only way she could think off to keep her secrets hidden, the secret that she had run away with one of the billionaire twins. Coming out of the hospital ward, her eyelids were drenched with her tears, Chloe couldn't understand why such a thing has to happen to her. Firstly, her boyfriend was stolen by her stepsister, then she was stripped of her position as an heiress. Left with no other choice on how to save her sister, she resulted being a surrogate mother to one of the richest men in the country, whose identity is unknown to her.

The one thing Joey Linton regrets is giving up all she has and getting into a secret marriage with Zachary Gray for three years.The moment his first love returns, she has no choice but to pack up and leave.But unbeknownst to anyone, life has other plans in store for her. She peaks in life after the divorce.She is Chloe, the top-notch designer. She is the Fulham heiress, unknown by all. And she is a genius investor, who accurately predicts the trend of the market. When her ex-husband shows up at her wedding, he whispers tenderly into her ear. "May I wreck the wedding?"All Joey says is, "I don't think I know you that well."