Nothing Is Worth The Risk Novels & Stories

Alena Fleur has her dream job. Smart, confident, beautiful—she was everything. She was the COO of the Storm Dynamics. But only one particular problem, or more like a person, made her life hell, and that person was her rude boss, Elian Storm. Elian Storm, the CEO of the Storm Dynamics, kept a dark aura around him all the time; as if someone stabbed his heart and he could never move on. Everyone feared him, except his COO, who ended up earning a special spot in his heart despite their regular bickering. However, one unfortunate night revealed Elian’s side business to Alena. How would Alena handle herself after learning the boss she used to argue with was actually a ruthless mafia leader in the underworld?

I'm rejected after asking for my boyfriend's hand in marriage for the 99th time. To my devastation, he turns and proposes to my best friend. I storm over to his office to demand an answer, but I hear them making out. My boyfriend says, "Don't worry. She offered herself to me in bed several times, but I've never touched her." I head home and trash the place. When I run out of strength, I make a call. "I'll marry you, Spencer." Since the man I chose doesn't love me, I'll now go for someone who does.

WARNING!!! This novel contains sexual contents that are only suitable for mature minds. Should not be read by underages. "On your hands and knees," he growls out while opening a drawer, digging into it, and bringing out a condom. I hear him but I'm preoccupied with the sight of him ripping open a condom with his teeth like a feral animal and rolling it onto his hard cock. "What did I say, Samantha?" He doesn't wait for my response, just pushes me onto all fours. His tip pressed against my entrance for a second, sliding up and down through my pussy, coating his cock with my wetness. Then he plunges inside me in one swift thrust. *** Samantha is forced to marry Lucenzo even though she doesn't want to. Lucenzo has no place in his life for a wife but one look at Samantha and he wants her in his bed and under him.

The most powerful Godfather in the mafia underworld—Dante Costello—had an expensive diamond signet ring custom-made to fit my finger perfectly and sent straight to our home. He said that whoever could wear the ring would become the lady of his family. The Monroe family had long since fallen from grace. All that remained were four women. On ordinary days, we fought endlessly, tearing each other apart. Every single one of us wanted to marry Dante because marrying him meant preserving a life of dignity and comfort. In the first life, the fake heiress, Blair, secretly had the ring resized smaller and married into the family. Dante took one look at her, then had her thrown into the river to drown. “Not her.” In the second life, my cousin, Chloe, underwent plastic surgery to alter her fingers and force the ring on. Dante gifted her a staged car accident. “Still not her.” In the third life, my stepmother, Catherine, clenched her teeth and forced the ring onto her finger. Her blood hadn’t even dried when she married Dante. He coldly slashed her face, then locked her in the basement, where she slowly wasted away until death. By the fourth life, all three of them were terrified. None of them dared to marry him anymore, so they hurriedly pushed me forward instead. I put on the ring. This time, the size was perfect. Just when I thought my good days had finally begun, Dante stabbed me to death on our wedding night, his eyes burning red with madness. After my rebirth, the consigliere of the Dante family delivered the ring once again. This time, all four of us avoided it like the plague.

On her graduation day, Anna found out her Fiance cheated on her with her stepsister. Her life became even more awful when she became pregnant after being framed by her stepmother. Because of this, she fell into humiliation and was abandoned by her family. She decided to go away but met a deadly accident planned by her stepmom. Five years later, she returned with her triplets and all ready for revenge, and she looked for the man who ruined her as well. But everything changed when her path accidentally crossed with Duke Rodgers a powerful business tycoon who looked like the older version of her sons. Duke pinned her against the wall. "Woman who allowed you to hide my children" And everything changed forever...

Their marriage begins as a simple contract. Valentina agrees to marry for Nathan to pay her mother’s medical bills. However, things take a dramatic turn. Neither of us knows who crossed the line first, let alone who started this love game.

If it hadn't been for what eventuate at the hotel on that momentous night, Charlotte wouldn't have given birth to her eight babies. The identity of the father was unknown to the babies and to their mother who had no idea who the mysterious man was. Four year's later, Charlotte took a part time job at a bar to meet ends means, there she met Xavier, the president of Xi group. He is ruthless and stern, known for his iron and bloody skills. He has never been interested in a woman, but there was something different about Charlotte, that kept drawing him closer to her.

“Damn it, Viola! Do you even hear yourself? You’re miserable, and you’re pretending it’s normal!” Logan says, clenching his fists beside him. I drag in a shaky breath. “What do you want me to do, Logan? Just leave my marriage?” “Yes!” I freeze. He steps closer. “Leave. And let me love you the way you deserve.” *** She thought heartbreak was the worst thing he could do to her. Then he came back. Three years ago, Logan Reynolds chose ambition over love, leaving Viola McCoy behind—and breaking her heart in the process. Determined to move on, she made a choice—one that led her into the arms of Julian Cruz, a man who vowed to love her but only saw her as a means to an end. Now, trapped in a loveless marriage, Viola endures the whispers, the neglect, and the bruises she hides beneath designer sleeves. But when Logan returns as the new CEO of Reynolds Publishing—her boss—Viola’s carefully constructed world begins to crack. He sees through her forced smiles and polite lies. He soon realizes the woman he left behind is still fighting to be heard. Logan is determined to save her. Viola? She’s certain she can’t be saved. But in the middle of stolen glances, midnight confessions, and the words they can’t say out loud, one question remains: Can love be rewritten, or are some stories doomed to end the same way twice?

Serene’s heart raced as she stood in Nicholas’s dimly lit study, the scent of leather and whiskey heavy in the air. She’d been dusting the bookshelves when he entered, his presence filling the room like a storm. Now, he stood inches away, his black suit hugging his broad shoulders, his dark mullet framing a gaze that burned with intent. “You missed a spot,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, pointing to a shelf she’d already cleaned. Her cheeks flushed as she turned, the hem of her maid uniform riding up her thighs. “I-I’ll get it, Mr. Volkov,” she stammered, reaching up, but his hand caught her wrist, firm yet gentle. “No,” he said, stepping closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Let me show you.” His fingers slid down her arm, leaving a trail of heat, before guiding her hand to the shelf. His chest pressed against her back, and she gasped at the hardness of his body, the evidence of his arousal unmistakable. “You’re trembling, little maid,” he whispered, his lips brushing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Do I scare you… or do I excite you?” Her breath hitched as his free hand trailed up her thigh, slipping beneath the lace of her uniform. “Mr. Volkov…” she whimpered, but her protest melted into a moan as his fingers found her, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. “ Nicholas,” he corrected, his voice rough with desire, his touch growing bolder, circling her most sensitive spot until her knees buckled. “Say it,” he demanded, nipping her earlobe. “N-Nicholas,” she gasped, her body arching into him, surrendering to the fire he’d ignited. In that moment, the billionaire and his naive maid were bound by a hunger neither could deny.

Love is both salvation and torment. If Bella Ramsey were given another chance, she swore—she would never fall in love with Seth Rogan again.