Marilyn Monroe Plates Collectibles Novels & Stories

His Biker Girl I swore I’d never get tangled up with bikers. Then I met him. Jaxson “Viper” Kane, the ruthless prince of the Black Serpents. Arrogant. Untouchable. Dangerous. Every girl on campus wants him, but not me. He thought I’d be easy to break. He was wrong. Her Biker Prince She’s fire wrapped in leather, and every time she rides, she tempts me closer to the edge. Tessa Monroe, bold, defiant, impossible to control. I wanted to crush her pride, ruin that ego, make her beg. But the more I chase her, the more I burn. She’s the one thing I shouldn’t want. And the only thing I’ll never let go.

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

Blurb: Elena Monroe, a struggling artist haunted by her past, never imagined her life would cross paths with Rand Calloway — the youngest billionaire in London and heir to a powerful but ruthless empire. When their worlds collide one rainy evening, their connection becomes undeniable, defying the walls built by wealth, pride, and fear. As Elena learns to love a man who has everything but peace, Rand discovers what it means to have something money can’t control. But when the media exposes their secret romance, and his empire begins to crumble under scandal, both must decide what truly matters — power or love. Through heartbreak, sacrifice, and redemption, The Billionaire Beneath the Rain tells the story of two souls who find each other in the storm… and fight to stay there, even when the world turns against them

He needed a fake fiancée. She needed a lifeline. Neither expected to become a target. Amelia Monroe signs a contract to save her clinic and escape a crushing lawsuit: pretend to be the future wife of Frederick Blackwell, a cold, calculating billionaire with more enemies than friends. But the moment the ink dries, everything spirals. A mysterious car crash. Silent boardroom wars. Leaked secrets. And Frederick—her supposed fake fiancé—goes missing. As Amelia gets pulled deeper into his world of corporate deception and hidden vendettas, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: this was never just a contract. The threats are real. The danger is closing in. And the only thing more dangerous than the lies… is the growing truth between them. How do you fake a love that starts to feel real—when someone out there wants to see you both destroyed?

"You like that?" Sierra purred with mischief sparkling in her eyes. "Yeah, you were fucking made for me." I rasped when I pulled my head up. I was brick hard myself. I rolled with her until she was on top of me, while I snuggled back into her pillows. * * * Disgraced Ballerina, Sierra Monroe, is forced into a nightclub contract to save her brother from debt, where she encounters Dante Spinelli, Boston's arrogant new Mafia Boss. The FBI offers her one way out, seduce Dante and help bring him down. But spying is the last thing on this dancer's mind as she begins to fall for the man she's meant to destroy. Will Sierra choose justice or desire? or will Dante risk everything for love?

Lana Monroe has it all. A social life? Maybe she’s still struggling with that. A nice and comfortable apartment in Brooklyn. Two very 'not sane’ bestfriends, more like a pain in her ass but she can live with that. A good paying job with a boss she gets along with. Most of all, Lana has her ego. Everything comes crashing down the day he shows up. Aaron Carlsen. (Okay, maybe not everything but still) Eugene decides to retire thus making Aaron the new CEO of the company. Aaron who is Lana’s enemy. Lana finds herself in a dangerous loop when all she can think about is Aaron and his stupidly gorgeous face. Lana is not only fucked, she’s extremely fucked. Aaron wants Lana by all means even if it means doing the unthinkable.

Enzo Corretti is a monster. He runs the most powerful crime family in the world. Being ruthless and unfeeling is in the job description but nowhere in the handbook did it ever say how to deal with someone like Dylan. She may look like a saint but underneath her pretty doe eyes there's a monster in waiting. Dylan Monroe is a Saint. That's what everyone always said about her. Growing up in violence and tragedy, she managed to live a normal life despite it. Well, that was until eight men showed up in her house with seven guns aimed at her head and the most vicious of them all, Enzo Coretti claiming she had something that belonged to him. Maybe she did. But Dylan knew if she gave it to him, it wouldn't end well for her.

Prologue Nathan sat on the roof with a portrait in his hand. He has been looking at her portrait for the past hours and he is not ready to let go of it. He stared at the picture with a satisfied smile on his face. His Sadie! He just can't stop staring at her. She was really his sweet angel which portray the meaning of her name. Sadie! He hugged the portrait before dropping it. He picked up his drawing paper and pencil ready to sketch her beautiful face again. Every corner of his room has her picture, everything! And almost all his belongings too. His plates were designed with her picture, his phone pouch was her, his wrist band has her name. His private company is in her name, his box has her picture, his closet, just name it. The workers thought he's running mad, no one believed it's love except his family and of course, his personal guard. He smiled at nothing closing his eyes before starting the sketching. He's been stalking her ever since that faithful day they met , that faithful day she became his sweet angel. He knows her every moves, everything she does and how she's being treated in her own home . He turned his hand in a fist and his jaw tightened. The thougt of that does nothing but angers him. He wants to save her, he wants to take her out of that bondage but it's not yet time. She doesn't even recognize him, it will be insane to go ask her out for marriage when she doesn't know him . He's going to make them pay, watching his Sadie from a far distance seeing her in tears, seeing her lonely, seeing her sad and seeing her feeling unloved hurt his heart so much

A group of armed robbers ambush the kindergarten, resulting in my son, Finn Hart, becoming a hostage. A ticking time bomb is strapped to his tiny body afterward. My husband, Nolan Hart, also known as the best bomb disposal expert in the whole nation, arrives at the scene immediately. Meanwhile, I stand by the monitor in the command van, my eyes glued to the screen. I can see a burlap sack covering Finn's head. My poor son is trembling violently out of fear. But once Nolan and his assistant-slash-first love, Summer Castellano, enter the scene, the latter actually has the guts to ask for permission to dispose of the bomb. "Nolan, let me have a taste of what it feels like to be a heroine who gets to save lives. Is that okay?" As Nolan gazes at Summer, he flashes a doting smile at her. "Go ahead. You can just cut the red wire. Don't worry, if anything happens, I'll face the consequences on your behalf." Summer reaches out with her scissors excitedly and snips the blue wire without hesitation. The next thing everyone knows, the countdown on Finn's bomb shifts from ten minutes to ten seconds instantly. Both Nolan and Summer's expressions change drastically. They quickly turn tail and flee the scene. On the other hand, my eyes go as wide as dinner plates at the turn of events. Just as I'm about to rush into the kindergarten, I feel a tiny hand grabbing the hem of my shirt forcefully. "Mommy, Daddy will save Wyatt, right?" I look down to see Finn, who's standing right next to me. For a moment, my mind goes blank. Suddenly, I recall having heard him telling me when he called me with his smartwatch earlier today. "Mommy, Wyatt insisted on swapping clothes with me. He said my new sportswear looks better than his!" Wyatt Castellano is Summer's son… as well as Finn's half-brother.

Five years ago, struggling law student Isla Monroe fell in love with a charming stranger during a whirlwind summer in Tuscany. He was kind, generous, and intensely private. When she discovered she was pregnant, he was already gone—and she had no way of finding him. What she didn’t know was that he was Lucien Wolfe, a reclusive tech billionaire hiding from the world after a public betrayal. Now, their worlds collide when Lucien acquires the struggling startup where Isla works. He’s no longer the soft-spoken man she once knew—he’s ruthless, guarded, and intent on control. But the moment he sees her, something shifts. He doesn’t remember her name, but he remembers her—and Isla knows it’s only a matter of time before he discovers the truth about the little boy with his eyes.