Malfoy Manor Candle Novels & Stories

She died for love. She returned for revenge. Amaris gave everything she had to the man she thought was her soulmate—her body, her heart, and even her soul. But Max's love was a carefully crafted lie to trap her and steal everything she owned. It was already too late when she discovered his true nature and that he even planned to murder her. She died with his poison buried deep in her veins and his betrayal in her heart. But death wasn't the end. Amaris awakens in the body of Rubyrose, a broken girl in a world of werewolves. Here her murderous ex husband, Max is a ruling Alpha and her treacherous best friend is planning to take her place. In this new form, she is no longer the weak human that Max manipulated. She is a stronger, fiercer woman who is very hungry for power and justice. Their mate bond ignites when she comes face to face with Max at the full moon ceremony, and so does her rage. His rejection is outright and should have destroyed her completely. But before she can strike back, another presence dominates the night. The Supreme Alpha—Kieran. This powerful, and absolutely lethal man is the most feared wolf in their world. The bond that sparks between them is intense and makes her connection to Max feel like a flickering candle next to this roaring inferno. And when their eyes meet, he says one word: Mate, and claims her. Now Amaris must navigate a dangerous game of revenge, desire and politics. Max thinks he has won everything but he has no idea what he truly lost. Some women bend when they break and some are sharpened into weapons. And Amaris is about to show them all exactly which kind of woman she is.

Catherina Hanshaw Dalton has spent six years believing she lived a fairytale, married to billionaire Xavier Dalton, cherished by him, and building a life rooted in devotion, even amid one heartbreak she cannot control: their inability to have a child. Though Xavier assures her she is enough, Catherine senses his quiet disappointment, a wound deepened by the venomous hostility of his mother, Lydia Dalton. Lydia never misses a chance to insult Catherine’s infertility, idolize Xavier’s sister Mia and her children, or imply Xavier married beneath his status. Catherine endures it all, clinging to the one constant comfort, Xavier always defends her. Or so she believes. This Christmas, however, Catherine’s dread of another humiliating Dalton family gathering turns into confusion. Lydia is gracious….kind, even. The manor is full of relatives, business partners, and esteemed guests, including Hunter Powell, Xavier’s ruthless business rival. The brief moment when Cathy’s eyes meet Hunter unsettles her, but nothing prepares her for Lydia’s “special Christmas gift.” During the toast, Lydia presents Caroline Turner…a beautiful young woman who is allegedly four months pregnant through surrogacy…with Xavier’s child.

Mira didn't come to Blackthorn Manor looking for anything. She came to disappear — to scrub floors, collect wages, and find a way to save her four-year-old daughter before her failing heart gave out. She wasn't supposed to be noticed. She definitely wasn't supposed to end up in the Alpha's room at midnight. But desperation makes decisions faster than logic does. Lucas Blackthorn is not what she expected. He sees through her lie in seconds and listens anyway. And something about the way he looks at her feels less like a first meeting and more like a recognition — something low and certain that neither of them has a clean explanation for. What Mira doesn't know yet is that this bond wasn't an accident. Someone arranged the night that started all of this, seven years ago in Duskfen territory. Someone has been waiting ever since for Iris to exist. And the thing that is slowly killing her daughter is tangled in a bloodline that powerful people buried for a reason. She came here to stay invisible. That's no longer an option. Some secrets protect you until they don't. Some bonds were built as weapons. And some truths, once spoken out loud, are the only thing that can save the people you love.

She thought she was escaping one cage. She walked straight into another. Georgia Steele married a man she didn't love to save her family — traded her youth for a gilded prison in Pasadena and called it duty. Then Lord Carlisle Strathearn walked into her life and offered her everything she'd been denied: passion, freedom, the kind of love that made her forget her vows. She left her husband for him. She left her family. She left everything. It was only when the doors locked behind her that she realized Carlisle had been watching her long before that first night at the art gallery. That his desire wasn't for her — it was for her destruction. Her father's sins had cost him everything. And Georgia was going to pay the debt. Now she's trapped beneath a Victorian manor in California, drugged, gaslit, and erased from the world — while Carlisle hosts dinner parties on the floor above her head. She had two choices once. She has none now. But the walls she's writing on are starting to whisper back. Married for Money' Buried for Revenge is a dark psychological romance series about obsession, revenge, and what survives when everything else is taken away. For readers who like their villains brilliant, their heroines unbreakable, and their love stories soaked in shadows.

On the night the family manor was set on fire, my husband Don Luciano Cacciola whisked Loretta Peri away. "Be a good girl and wait for me here, Tati. I'll send my men over to pick you up soon." As soon as he left, the explosions buried around the villa were set off instantly. That's when I sent Luciano one last text. "Luciano, we're even now." Rumors had it that Luciano had gone mad after that incident. As he gripped the burned ring, he purged the entire mafia family on his own. After that, he kneeled before my grave for three long days. When Luciano found out that there was a possibility of my surviving the explosion, he decided to give away half of his family fortune just so he could track me down. Three years later, Luciano stares at the woman, who's toying with a pistol, with red-rimmed eyes at the family's negotiation table. "Tati… Is that you?" I pull the trigger in response, causing a bullet to ricochet past Luciano's ear. "You got the wrong person, Mr. Cacciola. I'm here to take your life." As I watch Luciano kneel by my feet and press a kiss onto the tip of my high heel, I can't help but laugh. This time, it's my turn to choose.

After the college entrance exams, my parents left me at home and took their adopted daughter on a trip to the beach. A typhoon hit, and the three of them never came back. When the news reached me, I did not cry or throw a tantrum. I had their deaths registered right away and pulled out the life insurance I had bought in advance. I received one hundred million in compensation. My fiance scolded me for caring only about money. What he did not know was that I had been reborn. In my past life, after I learned about their deaths, the huge debts they had left behind fell on me. I gave up the chance to go to college and started working to pay everything back. I fought to protect our ancestral home from debt collectors. My fiance stayed with me and cheered me on when I came home late at night from delivery runs. But he never gave me a single cent to help. At thirty-five, I finally cleared every debt. On my birthday, I bought myself a ten-dollar cake to celebrate. Just as I was about to blow out the candle, the door opened. My parents and their adopted daughter, who should have died in the typhoon, walked in dressed in designer clothes. They smiled at me smugly. “Well done! We can finally believe that you aren’t greedy for money. You’ve passed the test. From today, you are qualified to be the daughter of the Jameson family.” “Jane, this brilliant idea was all thanks to you.” My adopted sister smiled. She leaned close and blew out my candle. The only light left in my twenty years of lifetime went out with it. My body gave in to exhaustion. My heart failed. I collapsed and died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, they were about to head to the beach in the middle of the typhoon. I bought a massive accident insurance policy for them on the spot. This time, all I wanted was for them to disappear from this world forever.

When I pushed open the oakwood door to the manor’s study, I never expected to walk into such a scene. Juliana was sprawled across the desk, her posture leaving little to the imagination. As if not R-rated enough, her mini dress was pulled up to her waist, and her black lace clung to her thigh, barely covering her modesty. She looked back with a smile. “Alessia, my back is acting up again. Matteo’s just helping me out.” Matteo, my husband and a Don, rose to his feet, a tube of ointment in hand. He didn’t look like someone who had been caught out. “She couldn’t reach her back, so I thought I ought to lend a hand.” Matteo grabbed the dressing and pressed the gauze against her skin. He sure took his time. Tilting her head, Juliana met my gaze. “Don’t get the wrong idea. We grew up together. That’s how family is. We don’t care about that kind of stuff.” In my past life, I bolted into the room and grabbed Juliana by the hair to yank her off the desk. She turned to the side, shoving me hard into the sharp corner of the desk. I hit my head on the cold marble edge. The next thing I knew, I was a dead body in the morgue. This time, I stood in the doorway motionlessly. Since Juliana wanted to play the game, I’d be sure to hold my cards close to my chest.

One girl. Three monsters. A debt signed in blood. I thought the worst thing about returning to the Blackwood estate was facing the step-brothers who hated me. I was wrong. After my father's mysterious death, I've been summoned back to the ancestral manor in the heart of the Bavarian Alps, and this time it’s not as an heir, but as a prisoner. Killian, Malachi, and Rodger are no longer the boys I grew up with. They're Lycan royalty now: cold, lethal, and devastatingly beautiful. Now, they blame my bloodline for the curse that's killing their pack. Killian, the tattooed Alpha with an ice-cold soul, wants me broken, while Malachi, the silent enforcer, wants me silenced, and Rodger, the golden-eyed devil, wants me ruined. They've claimed me as their "Caged Bride"—their plaything, their captive, and their only hope for an heir. Their bloodline is dying, and they need a catalyst. A human girl who can carry an Alpha's mark without burning out. When Killian dragged me to the North Tower and pressed me against the cold stone, I begged. I promised everything. "Anything?" he whispered, his thumb tracing my lip. I told him I'd kill myself before I let them touch me. He kissed me like he'd been waiting a decade for permission to ruin me. Now, as the moon rises and the heat takes hold, the line between revenge and obsession blurs. In this house of wolves and secrets, the brother I hate most might be the only one who can keep me alive. The hunt has begun, and I'm the prize.

Sometimes kissing the Beast does not turn it into a Prince Charming — instead, he is a fascinating mogul you want topunch.Jules is an ordinary nineteen- span- old omega from a impeccably respectable family. He ’s not the most beautiful, or the smartest, or the strongest of the four Blake siblings. And he ’s fine with it, really. He is n’t unhandsome or anything, but by omega morals, he ’s nothing special. Jane is an ordinary nineteen- span- old omega from a impeccably respectable family. He ’s not the most beautiful, or the smartest, or the strongest of the four Blake ’s. And he ’s fine with it, really. He is n’t unhandsome or anything, but by omega morals, he ’s nothing special. “ Nothing special ” describes Jane ’s whole life. It ’s considerably boring. So when strange paraphernalia start doing in their house, it piques Jane ’s curiosity. There ’s a beast in the Blake family manor; Jane is sure of it. He sometimes hears growls and screams coming from the basement, and the men guarding the door look favorably scared. What could scarify grown mornings? Jules will have to probe! But his probation comes withsurprises.like the Beast's disarming effect on jane's omega nature. It does not mean anything. Of course it doesn't. Jules is just curious; that is all. Curiosity can change a life, but when you are attracted to a feral morning whose real face you have n’t yeaseen.will it change for the better? What if the Beast is no Prince Charming but a cold-hearted, misanthropic bastard? A bastard Jane should not want — but does. A bastard jane should stay out from — but can't

A king is known for his ruthlessness, Who played with people and killed them brutally. A king who is called Blood King among Villages. And Dance with Wolves among His People "The barbarians are coming!" At that moment, my heart stops. I look up from where I am sitting next to the boudoir in the manor to the oval-shaped window. No, I think to myself. This can't be happening. The barbarians rarely ever raided the northwestern villages, but when they did, they left the streets bloodied and the houses bare. And if they were feeling especially evil, they'd even take a maiden back to their king as a gift. Elizabella has, fair skin color, a perfect figure, and height. Delicate body, 19 years old simple-minded yet brave girl. belongs to a stable family but when the village got attacked, She was taken as a gift to King. She was a daring and fearless girl, The kind Of girl a barbarian hates the most. King was never rude to women. unlike his men, he was gentle and only do sex when women beg him to do it. For the first time, he met a girl so challenging and fearless. So straightforward and sharp-tongued, First Girl who refused him many times that he takes her as a challenge and wanted her to beg him for sex!!! He doesn't even want to hurt her which was out of order because usually, barbarians killed those women who refused them, and The King himself can't hurt her! Will she escape from his Kingdom? Or Will he make her accept him as her King?