Martin Pistorius Walking Novels & Stories

In the Gallo family’s private jewelry workshop. The wedding ring I’d waited six months for was on another woman’s finger. Gia’s hand. An international supermodel my fiancé, the Don of the Gallo family, was having an affair with. The workshop director stood by, a cold sweat soaking his back as he looked at Maximo on the sofa. Maximo stood up. He took Gia’s hand, lifting it to the light to admire the ring, his tone leaving no room for argument. “She’s walking in a major show in Paris next week. She needs this to make an impression on the haute couture scene. The family vault is full of jewels. Pick something else. Don't be dramatic.” Under the harsh lights, Gia admired herself in the mirror, her smile haughty and triumphant. I looked at my own reflection. Cashmere sweater and jeans. I didn’t belong here. This wedding, a year in the making, suddenly felt like a joke. I'm not upset. I just canceled the custom wedding dress along the way. “Maximo. The other jewels are perfectly fine.So I’m not getting married.”

Stacy Smith is a walking disaster. As the clumsy, overworked secretary to the formidable Apollo Savage, she spends her days dodging his icy glares and his frequent threats to fire her. She’s one mistake away from the unemployment line—until the unthinkable happens. In a late-night lapse of judgment, Stacy sends a private, intimate photo intended for her long-distance boyfriend to the wrong contact. She doesn't send it to her lover; she sends it to her cold-blooded, high-society boss. When the photo leaks and the scandal threatens to burn both their reputations to the ground, Apollo does the last thing Stacy expects: he doesn't fire her. Instead, he steps in front of the cameras and claims her as his own. To the world, they are a deeply in love couple. To Apollo’s powerful family, she is the woman he’s breaking his high-profile engagement for. But behind closed doors, it’s a cold-hearted business deal. Apollo needs an out from an arranged marriage, and Stacy needs to reclaim her dignity. The rules are simple: Pretend to be in love. Survive the family dinner. Don't catch feelings.

Xavier Blackwood is the man every girl at my college dreams about at night, myself included, but I'd never let anyone know that. Standing at 6'8 with steel grey eyes, he's a walking dream, but he's also a world-renowned jerk. Who would have thought that one night, after dragging myself home after doing double shifts at the diner, I'd be jumped by three men...only to have Xavier come to my rescue. Oh yes, Xavier bloody Blackwood saved my life...but the thing I saw, the CREATURE that ripped those men to shreds wasn't the Xavier everyone knows. He wasn't human... He was a wolf, a demon, a creature from myths, and it was the most amazing thing I've ever seen until he attacked me too and knocked me out. Humans that learn about the existence of werewolves have to die. ...There are NO exceptions. The Werewolf Xavier saved me, but now I am condemned to death To make things worse, both Xavier and Axel claim I am their mate ...this can't be good.

After I become pregnant, Mason Clarke suddenly becomes incredibly attentive to me. He cancels all his social engagements and personally cooks for me every day. Everyone envies me for finding such a devoted and caring husband. Until one day in his study, I accidentally discover a document titled "Prenatal Blood Donation and Cord Blood Donation Agreement". My name and social security number are clearly written on it! In the beneficiary column is Chloe Reid, his first love, whom he has been supporting abroad for seven years. From outside the door comes his gentle, doting voice. "Chloe, don't worry. I'm personally monitoring her. Her nutrition and daily routine are held to the highest standards to ensure the baby is born perfectly healthy. Your life-saving treatment is absolutely guaranteed!" So all those pregnancy meals he carefully prepares for me, the mountains of expensive supplements, none of it is ever out of love. It's all to fatten me into nothing more than a walking blood bank!

Sebastian, Knox, Damien and a host of other names he has been called over centuries but only one stuck, the name Grey. Walking the earth an alpha werewolf with the fire of the sun flowing through his veins. His Immortal life, devoid of meaning till the day he met the white wolf running through the woods, his mate, Lana. She gave him a life and together they built the great pack of the west a sanctuary for lone wolves. Demons of the underworld carried rumors of a power capable of destroying everything it touches. Erebus the master of the underworld learnt of his existence, A werewolf weilding power that could destroy even him. Erebus sent his most loyal servant with a charge to destroy the alpha. They attacked, tearing apart the whole pack in an attempt to destroy him. He survived but his pack didn't, Lana didn't, leaving him all alone once again. He swore on the ground of his fallen pack to destroy Erebus the god of darkness. Little did he know that fate had other plans for him...

When Bella, my mate's first love, begged for my help, claiming her mother was gravely injured, I didn't hesitate. As the pack's Luna, I grabbed my medical kit and ran. But I arrived to find her sobbing over a corpse. Bella pointed a trembling, accusing finger at me. "My mother is dead because you were too slow!" Before I could explain, she cried out to the dark woods. "Ethan, did you see? Your Luna just stood by and let my mother die!" My mate, Alpha Ethan, emerged from the shadows, his face a mask of cold fury. He snarled, declaring me unfit to be his Luna. Now, he's forcing me into a brutal trial to prove my worth. He's even broadcasting the trial, taking live bets from werewolves across the globe on whether I'll survive. But he doesn't know the truth: Bella has already rigged the trial. The moment I step inside, I'm walking into a deathtrap.

He rejected me for the woman he once loved. Now, the Moon Goddess has given us another chance— but this time, I’m the one walking away. He was my mate. The Alpha every she-wolf dreamed of—strong, cold, perfect. But on the night of our union, he whispered the words that broke me completely: “You were never meant to be mine. She was.” His “her.” The woman who once owned his heart... and came back to claim it again. That night, I left the pack—bleeding, but proud. I carried the pain of rejection in silence, because to him, I was just the Luna chosen by fate. But to me, he was everything I’d ever wanted to love. Years passed, and I built myself back up, piece by piece. Then, under a blood moon, the Moon Goddess bound our souls again. I never expected to see him kneeling before me— the once-feared Alpha, now begging the same woman he once threw away. Only this time... the Luna he hunted has learned how to bite back.

Ciara Wilson never expected her five years relationship to end with a simple breakup. Heartbroken and desperate to forget the pain, she spends a reckless night at a club. That’s where she meets him. A dangerously handsome stranger with piercing bluish eyes and a smile she can’t resist. One drink turns into another… and the next morning Ciara wakes up in a luxurious hotel room beside a man she barely remembers sleeping with. Embarrassed and eager to forget the entire mistake, she throws a hundred dollars at him, tells him to keep the change, and sends him out of the room without even asking his name. Later that morning, Ciara arrives at work just in time to meet the company’s mysterious CEO who is finally returning after months away. But the moment the door opens and their eyes meet… Ciara’s heart nearly stops. Because the powerful billionaire walking into the room is the same man she kicked out of her hotel room just hours ago. "Does the man remember Ciara from that reckless night, or is he playing a dangerous game with her emotions?"

I suffer from a hereditary form of amnesia. By the time I found out, I had only seven days left. On the first day, I found my boyfriend had fallen for my younger twin sister. With a bitter smile, I suggested we break up. On the second day, my most treasured Lego set was smashed by my sister. Everyone laughed at me, saying I was disgraceful, unworthy of being a daughter of the Fleming family. On the fourth day, I forgot that my sister was allergic to mangoes. She ended up in the hospital, and my parents glared at me with resentment. Even my ex-boyfriend accused me of being heartless. On the seventh day, I woke up in a hospital bed to see my father walking in with a stern expression. He demanded that I quit my job and devote myself entirely to taking care of the family, as nothing more than a housekeeper. But I only looked at them in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?” When they realized I had truly lost my memory, they lost their minds.

My best friend was obsessed with playing the part of a socialite, always chasing after rich heirs. When she saw posts online about guys making money over the summer by 'renting themselves out,' she decided to copy them. Two thousand for a hike. Five thousand for a dinner date. Twenty thousand for a trip. The prices kept climbing. I was worried she would run into the wrong kind of people, so I tried everything to talk her out of it, to keep her from walking straight into trouble. Later, the wealthy guy she had her eye on went public with another influencer who had built the same 'socialite' persona. She took it out on me. Sold me to a nightclub. I was abused in every way imaginable until I died. There was not even enough left of me to bury. Then, I opened my eyes again. She was already scheming: "Guys like that can make 500 just tagging along on a hike. I'm way prettier. Charging 2,000 isn't too much, right?"