Nefarious Books Novels & Stories

They'd read 9 Lives, 10 Circles, and been tested on it. He wished he had a copy right now. It was a fiction book about one tom's attempt to gain an audience with the Black Devil. It read like a tour guide of the Underworld, down to the minutest detail, when it didn't go into the scratchings of the main character's slowly twisting mind.

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

He held out his hand over the desk and my eyes darted from it to his face. “You’re going to them, aren’t you?” Never in a million years had I thought he would betray me. The Judge had been a loyal soldier for years. “To the Sons.” I knew there were several chapters locally. But he wouldn’t even need to go to those. He had a direct line to Fang, and to Monster as well. They would get their brothers involved with just a phone call and then I would have to fight.

I’ve got more stories coming your way, full of fire, feels, and unforgettable love. Currently, I have two other exclusive books on GoodNovel you can dive into right now: 🐺 The Bane and The Alpha Beast – A fated-mate, enemies-to-lovers paranormal romance packed with secrets, slow-burn tension, and devastating desire. 🏍️ Claimed By The Biker King – A gritty, dangerous, and deliciously twisted MC romance where love rides right alongside revenge. Make sure to add them to your library and stay tuned—this ride is far from over.

Raphael though just raised an eyebrow, craning his neck on the other side, teasing Shaine even more. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? This is your punishment for being a very bad girl. Beg for my tongue!” He demanded while caressing her legs to tease her even more. “Please, Raphael! Eat me now! Fill me with your long tongue until I cum! I want you! I have been wanting you since the first time I laid my eyes on you, Raphael. Everytime you visit in our house, I was always pleasuring myself with my fingers thinking it was you doing that to me. And I would moan your name as I cum on your tongue, you would drink all of me and leave no drop.” Shaone confessed, and as she said all those words, Rapha

He glanced at me once—cold, detached—before his lips curled. “I won’t mark Quinn. I’d rather die.” “If you force me, I’ll sire a dozen pups outside this pack—and let her raise them all.” The elder by the fireplace—Gregory, Caleb’s grandfather and the former Alpha—froze. His hand trembled as he lifted a third cane high. “What is wrong with Quinn?” His voice shook the chamber. “She is loyal, pure, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. How is she any less than the she-wolves you crawl to at night?”

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.

A forbidden encounter unfolds in the school library as Finn, the charismatic jock, and Shasha, the reserved nerd, gives in to their desires during a storm. Their passionate and explicit tryst explores themes of dominance, surrender, and unbridled lust. ******************************** The rain hammered against the library windows, its fury echoing the storm brewing between Finn and Shasha. The school library, usually a sanctuary of quiet study, had become their private arena, the shelves of books mere spectators to the raw, unbridled desire unfolding between them.

"Papa and I raised you away from prying eyes. Despite his outward coldness and distance, he ensured our safety in a world rife with unseen threats" "Then, the man who sired you threatened our peace. He resorted to threats and blackmail, desperate to seize control of any funds in my name. His greed knew no bounds" "But Papa, unwavering in his resolve, refused to let that despicable man back into my life. He already held me accountable for the burdens I'd brought into our lives, and he was adamant that I do not compound the problem further"

my mind sneered. I shrugged, “If I am going to kill the man, I need to make sure that I cripple all his powers. And money is the biggest,” It was funny how I enjoyed talking to myself. Now that sounded sick. I almost jumped in excitement the minute I saw a journal. My fingers were trembling as I picked it up, eyes closed waiting to hear the sound of alarms going off. Nothing? How conceited is this man to think he can't be robbed? I opened a page, my breath felt trapped as I stared at our family crest embedded on the letterhead, “What…” I paused, I have seen my father hold that a few times. The night of the massacre, the book was suddenly gone.