Marvel Harley Keener Novels & Stories

Good and evil are just words. I don’t pretend to be the misunderstood hero—I’m the monster who tells the truth even when I shouldn’t. And the truth is, I should’ve walked away the moment she stepped into my bar. Bowen Fox cleans up other people’s messes for Boston’s most dangerous men. He kills, he hides, he buries—and he never feels a damn thing. Until a runaway with cherry-red hair and a fake name walks into his world, turning his carefully controlled life into chaos. Ripley Beretta—now Harley Beaumont—escaped the gilded cage of her mafia family and the arranged marriage that would have sealed her fate. Desperate to disappear, she takes a job at The Fox Hole, never expecting her new boss to be as infuriating as he is irresistible. But Bowen’s past and Ripley’s lies are bound by blood. He was hired to clean up her family’s mess… and she’s the one who made it. When desire turns to obsession, and secrets turn deadly, love becomes the most dangerous game of all. He was sent to destroy her. She might be his only salvation. And when the truth comes out—he’ll wish her hell.

I was a wedding planner, and I personally designed my husband's wedding to his mistress. I had been with Victor for five years. Three of those years were swallowed by the pandemic. The remaining two were spent married, pregnant, and raising a child. The wedding I had always dreamed of existed only as "next time" whenever it came out of his mouth, until the day I received a new wedding planning request. The client was a young woman, her eyes curved with laughter, her smile bright and full of hope. "This is the venue my boyfriend chose himself," she said softly. "He insisted the wedding had to be held here." I took the file from her, and my gaze stopped on the venue name. The church in Clairmont. The very church I had mentioned to my husband countless times, the place I had dreamed of more than anything else. I was just about to smile and marvel at how someone in this world shared my taste so perfectly when the groom's name leapt into view. Victor Langford. My fingers froze on the page. Across from me, the girl was still wrapped in her happiness. She added gently, "We've only been together for two months, but he said he wants to give me the best wedding possible." I curved my lips into a smile and fixed my eyes on that familiar face—the man I had lived with for five years. After all this time, the day I planned Victor's wedding had finally arrived. Too bad the bride wasn't me.

*This is a VERY dark, age-gap, stalker romance* What Harley Savage doesn't know is who he is or that he's been watching her for years. What he doesn't know is that on the night of their first encounter, she plans to end her life. Brixton Steele, her admirer, hates seeing the tortured, broken girl in front of him, so he devises a clever plan- or so he thinks—to whisk her away to the safety of his secluded house outside of city limits and keep her for himself. Forever. When she realizes she isn't going home anytime soon, she begins to accept her fate with the troubled, tattooed, Greek god, who wants nothing more than to save her precious soul. Captivity suits her well, though, and she finds herself not wanting to escape his terrifying clutches. Instead, she tries to help fix the broken shell of the man who kidnapped her, in hopes that he’ll be able to heal from the trauma that suffocated him for so long. They say everyone has that one person in their entire life who was made specifically for them. Is he her person? Is she his person? When two very different worlds collide, can they put each other's broken pieces back together and learn how to help each other heal? Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves?

A chorus of howls interrupted my thoughts as I closed my eyes and prayed they wouldn’t find me. But then, I caught his scent, making Rayne surge forward. “Mila?” His voice came out in ragged breaths and sent a shiver down my spine. “Are you okay?” I turned to see Tyler stumbling into the entrance in all his glory. Even like this, I couldn’t help but marvel at his physique. If I didn’t want him, I was doing a terrible job at showing it. I closed my eyes to stop from staring, but even then images of him appeared in my mind. “Please,” I begged. “Just leave me alone!” “You know I can’t do that,” Tyler growled softly. “Let me help you. You’re in he–” “I don’t care!” I screamed. I shivered, not from being cold but from the sweat building all over me. I knew Tyler was moving closer to me, his scent making me dizzy. I wrapped my arms around myself. I’d never experienced anything like this before. It was all-consuming and I needed relief immediately. “Please,” I pleaded with both of them, but slowly lost the battle the moment I felt my hands moving between my legs. **** After enduring not one, but two rejections, Mila decides her only option is to leave before she’s swallowed by the darkness. Years later, Mila mysteriously returns home, her heart consumed by a thirst for vengeance. She uncovers a web of betrayal, lies, and twisted desires threatening to consume her. Bound by a dark romance that ignites forbidden passions, she must navigate a treacherous path filled with danger, where every ally could be an enemy in disguise. What dark secrets will Mila uncover? Get ready for rejections, desire, and revenge.

Even though I was the one who broke my ribs in the car accident, my boyfriend Jared decided to take care of his drunk ex-girlfriend instead. When I called to ask him to spend time with me in the hospital, he berated me. “Why are you so clingy? Can’t you tell that Isabelle needs me right now? “You’re a nurse, aren’t you? What, you can’t even take care of yourself now?” Heartbroken, I suggested we break up, only to be met with anger. “I was going to propose to you, you know? Considering how influential my family business is, I need to make sure I choose my wife wisely. “Today was a test to see if you have what it takes to be the next Mrs. Carter. I thought you would be independent and selfless. I expect my future wife to have my back no matter what. “Look at yourself now. You can’t even take care of yourself over something so insignificant! I’m disappointed, Charmaine.” The next day, he posted a picture of himself and his ex-girlfriend on social media. The image’s caption was targeted at me: [You’d better think twice and apologize, Charmaine, or I’ll just date someone else.] I did not apologize. I had had enough of him, so I left the city. Three years later, I saw him again in the lobby of the Financial Tower. I was wearing a heavy onesie costume and sporting a full face of cosplay makeup, while he was wearing an expensive suit and had Isabelle hanging delicately from his arm. He recognized me immediately and laughed. “I knew you never moved on from me, Charmaine! Does it hurt to know I’ll be marrying someone else? “That’s what you’re doing here, right? You’re trying to cosplay as my favorite Marvel character to get my attention. “Maybe I’ll consider taking you back if you kneel and apologize.” I did not deign to reply. I had indeed loved him once upon a time, but today was my son’s birthday, and the cosplay was my surprise for him...