Nilo Train Table Novels & Stories

Kain Morozov is the most dangerous cleaner in the European underworld and entirely without mercy. When the man that raised him murdered his pregnant girlfriend and tries to force him into their service, he responds the only way he knows how: he attends their dinner party and kills everyone at the table. Everyone except the girl sitting across from him. Tatiana Morozov is twenty-two, sheltered to the point of suffocation, sharp-tongued and completely unprepared for the world her parents kept her sealed away from. She is also the only person Kain has ever been unable to kill, because she looked up at him across a dinner table with blood on her face and his dead mother's eyes shone through. He takes her to protect her. She sees it as kidnapping. What follows is a slow, furious, devastating collision between a broken soul who doesn't know he's capable of gentleness and a naive girl who doesn't know the world she grew up in was built on bodies. Between them stands Julian Ashford, handsome, warm, attentive, everything Kain is not.

This is not your Average romance novel. This dark romance novel contains Steamy contents capable of turning your world upside down. - One of your biggest fantasy should not be wanting your boss bending you over his table. - Never allow your boss lead you into darkness, revealing a whole new world you never knew existed. - Never allow your boss perceive your Arousal, and know what exactly you taste like. - Never allow his spanking fly faster than sparks. Just like every worker, Rosa sees her boss as a workaholic who loves his job, invest his time into making it a profiting organization, but what she never knew was that Axel has a darker side of him he never showed to anyone, the dominating, possessive, and demonic side of him. Her biggest fantasies were to get her boss bending her over on his table, doing those terrible things to her, exploring every inch, every curves of her body, most especially her sensitive parts. Rosa's fantasies was becoming a reality the moment a message beep her phone.

My younger sister, Mindy Sampson, has a rare blood condition. She needs regular blood transfusions and a bone marrow transplant. My husband, Ian Huffman, and I are matches. My mother says we should draw lots. Whoever draws the short stick will become Mindy's blood donor. In the next five years, I am always the one who draws the short stick. Because of constant blood draws and bone marrow extractions, my body breaks down. Before I die, I stumble upon Ian holding Mindy and saying, "Cindy is so stupid. There are only short sticks in the container. Every time, we let her draw first. How could she ever get a long one? "She is going to die without ever knowing you are not sick at all. Once she dies and we get the insurance money, we can travel the world." When I open my eyes again, I am back in the fifth year after Mindy is diagnosed. I look at the container of sticks on the table and smile. Then, I look at Ian and say, "This time, you draw first."

Layla was one of the so-called ‘meat’ to be served at the ‘demon’s table’. When midnight came and the howling of the king resounded in the woods, she knew she would die. With strong determination to fulfill at least one of her lifelong dreams, she ran her mouth and desperately asked her predator a favor in exchange for her complete submission to death. In the eyes of the powerful beast, she was nothing but a talking flesh and so her wish was granted. Little did she know, her life was about to change.Under the moonlight glow, two creatures are fated to meet. It's the fateful encounter that would turn the world filled with traitors of own kind upside down. With hatred and vengeance as the core of the bloody havoc, only those with power can survive.Will the burning love and developed compassion be enough to remedy the pain and anger buried deep in one’s heart? Or would it turn into sharp fangs to destroy those who were against the sheer glow of the light?Perhaps it was Layla’s fate to meet the beast who’d change her life or was it the beast whose life going to be ruined with her fatal schemes.Midnight Feast is now serving…Theoria~

One silly dare in a crowded club. One clumsy puff of his cigarette. One choking cough that turned innocent giggles into something dangerous. Grace thought she was just playing a game with her friends. She never expected the man in the shadows, the one with the cold eyes and the lighter that flicked like a promise, would watch her every second after that. Adrian Valente doesn’t chase women. He claims them. Ruthless mafia king. Owner of the night. The kind of man who makes rooms go silent when he walks in, whose name alone is a warning carved in fear. She ran back to her table laughing. He stayed seated, cigarette forgotten, staring at the spot she’d left like she’d stolen something vital from his chest. Now he knows her name. Her laugh. The way her cheeks flush when she’s embarrassed. And Adrian Valente never forgets what belongs to him. One dare started it.One look sealed it. She has no idea the devil just decided she’s his. And devils don’t let go.

"Arabella listen to me, I didn't lie." "Of course you didn't, you just left out the truth! is your name even Brad?" I asked fuming. I can't believe I've been married to this man for five years without knowing who he really is. What if the pack finds out? "Bella, please listen it is important you keep this between us until I find a way around it." Is he for real? the whole pack will know of this soon enough and we will be banished, or worse. I look at Brad and for the first time, I felt sorry for him. He is exhausted, probably haven't had a good night sleep for days. I do I break it to him? "I'm sorry Brad, but it's too late." Arabella can take anything from her husband, his humiliation, nonchalance and affection towards her twin, but she can't stand lies. she finds out he is an imposter and the real Alpha is getting dangerously close to the pack. once he comes, They'll be kicked out, or executed. she has to do everything to keep her family safe, for the sake of her new baby. Djune, is on a revenge train, ready to make the pack who kill his father pay, it doesn't matter if it is originally his pack, he is not coming to sit on the Alpha throne, he is coming to destroy it and everyone in his path.

How do you become an Alpha? Having had a normal childhood growing up with his family in california and now a young adult going to college soon, finding out on his 21st birthday that he's a werewolf and not just any werewolf but the next Alpha of the Silver tooth pack was a birthday surprise Zayed didn't see coming, in between navigating his new identity, unravelling family secrets and dealing with threats to his life, he must also deal with the growing feelings he has for the sexy, stubborn redhead Kiera who turned his life upside down. How do you train an Alpha? That is the question on Kiera Silver's mind as she is tasked with the responsibility of not just finding the rightful Alpha but also training him, she expects him to be a stubborn, spoilt and entitled teenager but is shocked to find out he's not at all what she thought, for one he's a tall sexy man with silver eyes she can't seem to look away from and the ability to charm the pants off her!as they get to know each other better, she finds herself slowly falling in love with him even though she's bonded to Tyres,her childhood best friend. Will Zayed become the rightful Alpha? Will their ill-fated love story have a happy ending or will it all crumble before their eyes? Find out in this tale of Love, betrayals and victory.

After the college entrance exams ended, I got drunk, pinned the school genius against the wall, and confessed to him. When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow jumped ten years into the future. Not only was I married to the guy I once had a crush on, we even had a son together. A seven-year anniversary cake sat on the table, and my heart nearly burst with happiness. Then my son tricked me into a dark storage room. "Today is Mandy's birthday! I won't let you bother Dad!" "I'm protecting Dad and Mandy's happiness!" Separated by a single wall, I suddenly realized something. My husband did not love me. And neither did my son. By the time the servants finally let me out, I beat my son so hard he burst into tears. "You evil woman! How dare you hit me! I'm telling Dad to divorce you!" I locked him back inside the room and let out a cold laugh. "Fine. Divorce it is. "Who says I care about either of you?"

The first time I attended my girlfriend Joyce's friend gathering, after a few rounds of drinks, her male best friend pulled her onto his lap. With a cigarette dangling between his fingers, he grinned. "Call me daddy!" Instead of getting offended, Joyce leaned into him, helpless but indulgent, and said, "Daddy." I froze, scowling, but she waved me off without a care. "It's just a joke! Lucius always never cared for the rules, and everyone knows we have a father-daughter vibe, okay? Don't get it all twisted, Henry! Aren't you a man?" Lucius became even more provocative, throwing a smoke ring at me. "Yo, son-in-law! Aren't you going to bow to me? Come on, kneel and offer me a drink, and your dad's got your back!" Everyone at the table burst into laughter as they waited to see me lose my temper and make a scene. I just smiled, meeting Joyce's impatient gaze with an excited expression. "That's great! I like the way you think, so why don't you call me daddy too?"

During the five years I was in a vegetative state, all ten family soldiers assigned to guard me were murdered. One of them merely smoked a cigarette outside my hospital room. The next day, he was found upside down, drowned in a toilet. Another simply adjusted my pillow. The next day, he took a dive from a skyscraper rooftop. The Corleone family was in chaos, but they couldn't find a single trace of the killer. With no other choice, the ten executions, all textbook Mafia hits, became cold cases. Strangely, the very second the tenth guard's heart stopped, I opened my eyes. The first thing I did upon waking was call the FBI and turn myself in. The agents were stunned. "Miss Corleone, are you saying that while in a coma for five years, you planned and executed the murders of ten fully armed Mafia soldiers?" My fingers tapped lightly on the table, a faint smile playing on my lips. "That's right." "Being in a vegetative state only means I couldn't move." "Who ever told you that killing, something so crude, required me to get my hands dirty?"