Novel & Cerita Nigh Invulnerable

On the night I was supposed to mate with Alpha Lucien, the memories of my previous life came flooding back. In that life, I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him all night. He was with his adoptive sister in another room, fucking her until dawn. He never wanted me. He just wanted Crimson Moon Pack's territory, and the hundreds of warriors my father left behind. The second year of our mating, I started coughing up blood every day. The pack healer told me I was weak, that my wolf was struggling, and I believed him. I drank the bitter herbal teas they brought me until I couldn't stand up anymore. That was when I finally understood. There was wolfsbane in those teas, the kind specifically used to poison an Alpha's blood. By the third year, my grandmother's emerald necklace, the modern art original that had been in my family for three generations had all ended up, one by one, in Vivienne's room. When I asked, Lucien said they were just borrowed. I let it go. After I died, every item on my mating gift inventory had been transferred to Vivienne. This time, on the same mating night, I tore the Luna crown off my head and threw it on the floor. In front of every guest in the hall, I said it clearly. "I reject you, Lucien Ashworth." Then I pointed at the adoptive sister cowering in the corner. "You wanted to be Luna? Take it. It's yours." I walked out of the pack house and held out my hand to the captive Alpha heir from the enemy pack. "Come with me. I'll help you take back Shadowfang Pack. You help me get my revenge."

At the birthday banquet of the old Godfather, Salvatore Moretti, the estate was bustling with high-profile guests. Don Marco Moretti arrived late, bringing along his new secretary, Sophie. "Elena, move to the opposite side. It's Sophie's first time at an event like this, and she’s used to sitting next to me." I didn't hesitate for a single second. Picking up my wine glass, I walked straight over and sat down beside Salvatore, whose face was completely grim. Marco raised an eyebrow, seemingly caught off guard by how compliant I was. He then guided a visibly nervous Sophie into the seat that had just been mine. Soon after, my phone buzzed in my hand. 【Are you making a scene again? How many times do I have to tell you? I just brought the girl out to show her the world. Stop throwing these pathetic, jealous tantrums.】 【I’ll fly you to Paris next week to pick out your wedding dress. Stop giving me the cold shoulder, alright?】 I let out a soft laugh. Seeing the smile on my face from across the table, Marco smiled back, thinking he had smoothed things over. What he didn't know—What I was actually laughing at was the fact that we wouldn't be going to Paris at all. Exactly ten minutes before he walked through the door, I had already finalized the dissolution of our engagement with Salvatore. A notification from the airline popped up on my screen: Flight departing in three hours. Marco, after tonight, you and I are completely finished.

Kara Dawson is afraid of the dark. Nightmares came every night, haunting her of a past she cannot let go and a dreadful thing she cannot comprehend. A peaceful sleep is nothing but an elusive dream especially when her over-reacting senses are screaming of something intangible lurking in the shadows of the night. Will she survive each midnight before her fears fully devour her or will she learn to love the dark? He is there. He sees her and her every breath. He knows her fears and he isn't suppose to meddle and stir someone else's fate. But he can't continue watching her drown deeper as the midnight kisses the moon. Now, he must save her, not until the day breaks...

I wasn’t supposed to sleep with him. I am straight or maybe was... Hell, I wasn’t even supposed to meet him until one drunken night changed everything. I had no idea who he was. He had no idea I was the brother of the woman he was about to be engaged to. We touched. We kissed. I let him take everything from me. And then I woke up… and realized he wasn’t just any guy. He was Dante Cruz. The heir. The man I'm now forced to work for. Now, I’m stuck pretending like last night never happened. He’s engaged to my sister. And I’m still trying to remember how to breathe every time he looks at me like he wants to taste me all over again. I said it was a mistake. He said I didn’t stop him. One of us is lying.

Today is Lia's 28th birthday and found herself bidding for a man to take her virginity! "The bidding for him will start now!" the MC announced on the side. “29 thousand!” A woman screamed. "29 thousand, going twice, going trice, is there no one going to fight?" The MC asked. Lia didn't know what was going through her mind to raise her hand, "30 thousand!" She shouted before the bidding was closed. "30 thousand, the bidding is close! You'll have one hot night with him!"

She seized the moment when a man named Matthew mistook her for a gift at his stag party. Desperate to escape the arranged marriage waiting for her back in the Philippines, Zenna gave herself to a stranger she met along the moonlit shores of Viareggio. Her plan worked. She was free. But freedom came at a cost—her family turned their backs on her, leaving her to carry the weight of her choices alone. Two years later, fate pulls them back into each other’s orbit. Matthew is no longer the man she once knew—he’s colder, sharper, and demanding payment for the wedding that never happened. His condition is simple: they live together under one roof. But Zenna has a secret. Nathaniel. How can she hide the truth about her son when every inch of the boy’s face echoes the unmistakable legacy of the Ricaforte name? She isn’t ready for Matthew’s anger. And yet… her body betrays her, responding with dangerous familiarity to every look, every touch, every unspoken promise between them. In a game of desire, secrets, and unfinished vows—how long can she keep the truth hidden before everything unravels?

Ava Priestly is a hopeful young lady whose family was jeopardized by a stepmother and stepsister from hell. When the family business plummeted to the brink of bankruptcy, much was expected from her. She is arranged to pay the debt with her untouched body. Left with no choice, she agreed for the sake of her mentally challenged younger brother. On the night of her biggest sacrifice, Ava entered the wrong suite. It brought her to the elusive Matthew Lancaster’s bed, a mega-billionaire who hated the spotlight and fame. Ava found herself deliciously ravaged in his arms and bound to an unbreakable tradition that goes back millennia. Like any union driven out of necessity, theirs lacked truth and love.

Jasmine Vargas accepted Mark Morelli's proposal because he was a good man who she believed would make her always happy. But everything took a different turn when she crossed paths with Tristan Morelli once again. Tristan Augist de Morelli, Mark’s older brother, is a stark contrast to his brother. Tristan, Italy's wealthiest billionaire and the president of the Cassa di Morelli. She remembers him as a deceitful mobster who took her innocence and callously left her the following day. His arrival five years ago caused havoc in Jasmine's life. It was Tristan who leaked her identity to the 'Lopez', leading to her bestfriend being murdered. Now all Jasmine wants is to avoid meeting the man who has ruined her life because she knows Tristan wants to complete his unfinished mission of destroying her family's cartel. A true hedonist, Tristan Morelli is wrapped up in all the splendor of nature. Unlike Mark, Tristan is darker, colder, and more intoxicating. His confidence is powerful, and his undeniable charm and irresistible attraction make him a dangerous temptation. Jasmine finds herself grappling with his irresistible charm and the destructive cycle he drags her into. Every attempt to push him only strengthens his obsession. Her resistance seems to fuel his desire even more. Tristan's relentless nature awakens a deep darkness in Jasmine, a side of her she never knew was there. In the midst of struggling with her demons, Jasmine is determined not to let him be her ruin. Will she find the strength to break free from Tristan's grip, or will she give in to the darkness he brings into her life? Moreover, he’s the catalyst for all the chaos that destroyed her life five years ago. Will Jasmine once again lose herself and let Tristan wreak havoc on her life? 

“I love having you at my mercy... And you love it, too.“ Fabiola Brosnan had two goals! To lose her virginity and to find her parents before she dies. After being diagnosed with a brain tumor, she was determined to enjoy every second of her life. And that led her to spend a sizzling night with a handsome stranger. Only to discover that this stranger was Don Lorenzo Martini…one of the most powerful men in Spain. As if that wasn’t enough, he took her most precious possession and wouldn’t give it back easily. “Marry me and you will get your bracelet back…plus..I will offer you protection and everything you’ve ever dreamt of…what do you say?”

After the night of the full moon, my daughter - Lily was declared lost to the Rampage—her mind shattered, her wolf consumed by madness. Pack law is clear: when a wolf-blood is deemed uncontrollable, their guardian must sign the Blood Pact. The moment the pact takes effect, their body belongs to the pack. My Alpha husband, Liam Blackwood, urged me to sign. He said it was an honor to serve the pack. He said our daughter would have wanted to save other pups. Holding our daughter's broken, wasted body, I wept until I had nothing left. But that night, at the end of the corridor, I heard her voice. Elena Vance. The pack's youngest Shaman Healer. And the woman Liam had loved before me—the one who got away. "Lily's marrow is a perfect match." "Once Sophie signs the Blood Pact, I can harvest the marrow and brew the antidote. It will save your daughter. Our daughter." Later, Elena's daughter walked out of that treatment center, healthy and whole. My daughter walked out in an urn. I stormed the Alpha Mansion to demand the truth. But before I could speak, Dark Magic ripped through my veins. My wolf surfaced against my will—violent, uncontrollable. The pack guards tore me apart. My last sight was Liam shielding Elena and her daughter from the bloodshed. "Don't look," he murmured, covering their eyes. "You'll have nightmares." I died clutching the wolf fang necklace my daughter left behind—burning with hatred, drowning in regret. Then I opened my eyes. I was back in the treatment center. Back in that sterile white room. Back before I signed my daughter's life away. I turned to the bed where my little girl thrashed against iron chains. This time, I swore it: They will pay. In blood.