Nook In Bedroom Novels & Stories

​He was the man who was strictly off-limits.​ Now, he’s the only man she wants. When Lella ended her high-profile relationship with the most eligible bachelor in the city, she believed she knew what she was doing. Freedom was what she desired, not a place in a bedroom where each kiss felt like a contract and every look was a controlled power. However, she failed to take into consideration the man who actually controlled the family. Her ex-boyfriend's uncle. Viktor Volkonsky. ​He's one of the heirs of the Volkon Empire. He's cold, devilishly handsome, and has spent months watching her with a hunger he never bothered to hide. ​Forced into a high-stakes game of obsession and control, Lella realizes that Viktor doesn't just want her back in the family, he wants to own the very air she breathes. He wants her in his bed, under his thumb, and stripped of every defense she’s ever built. ​ Every stolen glance is a provocation. Every brush of his hand is a reminder that she is playing with a fire that could incinerate her entire world. Viktor is used to getting what he wants, and what he wants is the one woman who could destroy his legacy. Lella is aware that falling in love with him is a complete surrender, not just a scandal. Some secrets are worth the scandal and some sins are too delicious to regret. ​In this family, loyalty is everything but betrayal has never tasted so sweet.

What goes on between the ex wife they discarded and the uncle they plotted to kill? A second chance in love? Or simply a path to take revenge. Three years ago, Camilla Voss abandoned her billionaire inheritance for love. Three years later, she walks into her bedroom and finds her husband in bed with her best friend. Humiliated, blamed for infertility, and discarded the moment another woman becomes pregnant, Camilla finally learns the devastating truth: She was never the problem. Her husband was. So on the same night the Hartford family celebrates their future heir, Camilla serves divorce papers at the dinner table and returns to the powerful family she once betrayed. But her homecoming comes with a price. To reclaim her place as the sole heiress of the Voss empire, Camilla must enter a new arranged marriage with a man far more dangerous than her ex husband ever was. Luca Xavier Milano. Cold. Ruthless. Sinfully unreadable. The billionaire owner of Nova Corporations. And the one man capable of destroying the Hartford family overnight. There’s just one problem. Luca isn’t only Nathaniel Hartford’s business rival. He’s his uncle. Now the woman they mocked as barren and disposable returns wearing another man’s ring, standing beside an empire powerful enough to bury them all. And as revenge, desire, and old family secrets collide, Camilla begins to realize her marriage to Luca may not be a contract at all. It may be the beginning of a war.

After I register my marriage with Gabriella Archer behind everyone's backs, whenever she unlocks a new bedroom position with her childhood sweetheart, Nathaniel Taylor, she tells me that she'll throw a wedding to make it up to me. In three years, Gabriella has brought the wedding up 33 times. Of course, she has broken her promise 33 times as well. The first time she did, it was because Nathaniel's dog had died. In order to pay respects to it, Gabriella told me that she couldn't host any auspicious events for three months. I was still clad in a tux as I kept apologizing and making amends to all of our family, friends, and relatives beneath the stage. The second time Gabriella flaked out on me, it was thanks to Nathaniel's stomachache. She had the wedding car turned around so that she could buy medicine for Nathaniel and take care of him. In every wedding after that, Nathaniel would get into all sorts of troubles and ailments. I fought with Gabriella, and I lost my temper multiple times. But Gabriella often hit me with, "Nate and I are just friends with benefits. You're my actual husband here, so don't be petty." After Gabriella breaks her promise for the 33rd time, I'm finally done with her. So, I slide a divorce agreement in her direction. "The cooling-off period is over, so let's just finalize the divorce."

After my husband got into a car accident, he started acting strange and unpredictable. I went to countless doctors, and every one of them told me the same thing—he couldn't be provoked, and I had to go along with whatever he wanted. When he said he didn't want me in the master bedroom, I moved my things into the guest room next door. When he said his childhood sweetheart had cancer and he wanted to spend her last days with her, I even brought her into our home. One night, when I went downstairs to get some medicine for my stomach, I heard Harvey's voice, his tone oh so tender. "Katie, you have to live on. If you don't, I'll die too." Katie's breathy, trembling voice followed. "Are you sure Jenna's willing to donate her bone marrow to me?" "Of course. Even if she had to die for me, she'd do it willingly." I froze in place. Tears streamed down my face. That's right. Five years ago, I had donated one of my kidneys to him. Back then, I loved him so much that I really would have died for him. But now, all I wanted was to leave.

This was meant to be a secret. I was dressed in a red mini-gown, the sexiest gown in my wardrobe. Tonight is gonna be hot! I was feeling the sensations already, I'd never had sex with my mate for the five years we've been together which was one reason tonight was gonna be special. Close to his house, I masked my scent. I didn't want him getting a clue of what's happening. The hormones in my body were going crazy and my wolf was so excited. I tiptoed to the backyard of his apartment which I knew for sure was always open, talking of the door. His bedroom was right here and I was gonna throw myself on him on the bed. I banged in. The unexpected happened. My jaw dropped at the sudden sight before me. Right in front of me, on the same bed I'd planned to have Leo make love with me, was him with another girl. Seeing me, they sprang up, staring at me like they saw a ghost. Out of anger, I walked out, planning to get revenge. I got drunk in a night club and ended up in a one-night stand to cool off my anger. Next morning, I went for my first class in college hoping to put the past behind me. Just when I thought I had, I found out that the hot stranger last night is my college professor and my foster brother. Boom! I'm pregnant for him…….

Clarissa black is killed by her husband and mistress after handing over all her shares to him. Her last wish, “if I could go back, I’ll destroy both of them” And then she wakes up Back in her old bedroom Back two years before she made the biggest mistake of her life Back to take revenge Back bolder, colder, no longer gullible Carefully she plans her revenge , taking everything she had ever worked for, the house the company, all the shares. Reconnecting with her family, secretly resuming her father’s company. And Blake? He doesn’t suspect a thing He thinks he still owe her He thinks she still fears him He still thinks she can’t live without him Until he starts loosing control with the company Until the board stops listening to him But revenge becomes harder when Micheal, her old classmate and business competitor steps into her life He sees through her, everything she’s trying to hide, and he tries to protect her even though she no longer trusts anyone He helps her achieve her goals, making sure everything goes smoothly In this life Clarissa won’t be the victim, she won’t be the one who dies at the end. In this life she makes everyone who hurts her pay.

To make up for past regrets with his first love, my husband, Pierce Ronan, lied that he could see everyone’s lifespan. He told me I had sixty years left, but his first love, Jessica Stone, had only seven days to live. So, for those seven days, he said he had to fulfill the promises of their youth. He brought her home, cared for her, and when they went back to their old college campus to relive their love, I didn’t protest. When he confessed his love to her and planned the wedding of the century, asking me to be the bridesmaid, I didn’t raise my voice. It wasn’t until he wanted to break the final taboo — in our marital bedroom — that he looked at me with guilt in his eyes and begged me to move out. The housemaids watched, snickering behind their hands, but I only smiled and nodded in agreement. I packed my bags, carried our child, and moved into the guest room next door. Seeing how obedient I remained, Pierce was touched. “I promise, this will be the last time I wrong you. Once Jessica passes, I’ll make it up to you.” What he didn’t know was that I had already seen through his lies. What he also didn’t know was that the one truly dying of cancer, the one with only seven days left to live, was me. Three days remained. Then, I would be gone.

The night before the wedding, the effects of the drug wore off. I woke up in the master bedroom of the estate to the sound of laughter. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw my custom-made suit being cut into strips by Jessica Solomon's male best friend, Chris Johnson. As he twirled a pair of scissors in his hand, he joked with the viewers on his livestream. "Man of the house? Please. He's lying there completely helpless. Anybody could do whatever they want to him." Jessica's friends burst into laughter and chimed in. "Jessica put sleeping pills in his milk herself. Anybody would've been knocked out cold." The livestream chat flooded with comments ridiculing me as the pathetic man marrying into a wealthy family, but Jessica simply watched with amusement and reached over to ruffle Chris' hair. "Feeling better now? Be good and end the livestream. If he wakes up and causes a scene, tomorrow's wedding will be a mess." Only after everyone left did Jessica sit down beside the bed and pull the blanket over me. "Chris is depressed. He can't handle being upset. We'll deal with this later. "I've already arranged for a replacement suit to be flown in overnight on a private jet. Honestly, that one suits you better anyway." My fingers tightened around the bedsheet. Silently, I sent a message to Katie Everton. [I'm not getting married. Does what you said before still stand?]

After ten years studying interior design overseas, I came back to my hometown to do work that mattered to the people who raised me. I offered the full package, from site survey to soft furnishings. The materials were chosen by hand. The price was fair to the bone. The town had just gone through a redevelopment. Everyone was getting new units. With the new family policy, every family wanted a third bedroom too. My business was good. Customers from the next county were driving in. Then a girl just back from a city college kicked open my studio with her phone on a livestream and her neighbors at her shoulder. "This is the dishonest one. Look at her. She has been ripping the village off." "In the city, an eighty-square-meter unit can be done for twenty thousand dollars. She is charging eighty." "That's a sixty-thousand-dollar margin. Sixty thousand. Right out of our pockets." The village fell in line behind her. They demanded the difference back. When I refused, they smashed my studio. They beat me into a coma. The pile-on online killed me. When I opened my eyes again, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I would refund every single one of them. And then I would tear out every single thing I had installed. Let's see what twenty thousand dollars actually buys you.

The CIA sent Caleb Doherty to infiltrate Devil’s Playground — Brighton Fall’s most powerful, most secretive, most untouchable establishment — with one objective. Find the killer hiding behind its gilded walls. The one they call The Devil. Get the job done, earn the mission he actually wants, and never look back. Simple enough for a man who graduated top of his class. What nobody accounted for was the green eyed boss who watches him from behind walls, who stands him up on the first day like Caleb isn’t worth his time, and who somehow finds his way into Caleb’s bedroom at night — touching him like he already owns him, calling him Princess like it isn’t a threat. Caleb has one rule. One. He does not bottom. Not for anyone. Not for any reason. Not even for the most dangerous entity in Brighton Falls who seems to have made breaking that rule his sole personal mission. Caleb needs this job. His real mission — finding the mob that took everything from him — depends on it. He can’t afford distractions. He can’t afford whatever this is. He especially can’t afford to beg. But Remy Templeton didn’t get to where he is by losing. And he wants Caleb on his knees.