Percy Jackson Cabin 9 Novels & Stories

On the day before my wedding with Anthony Jackson, I was involved in a car accident. When I was semiconscious, I heard his conversation with the doctor. "Anthony, are you sure you want to give Indya Nina's corneas? Once it's done, then Nina will be blinded for the rest of her life." "I'm sure. Nina will still have me for the rest of her life, but Indya can't lose her eyesight. Make sure you don't leave any loose ends." As soon as he finished speaking, I felt a hand stroking my face. "Don't worry, Nina. I'll be your eyes for the rest of your life." It seemed that the person that I had deeply loved had always been loving another woman. If that was what they wanted, then I would fulfill their wish.

Anne Hearts had it all. A beautiful marriage. A promising career. And a future filled with love… Until the night her husband, Billy Jackson, shattered it all by believing the lies of another woman. Betrayed, heartbroken, and pregnant, Anne walked away, leaving behind the man who destroyed her. Years later, Billy is a broken man, drowning in regret, unaware that he has a child. When fate brings Anne back into his life, he vows to win her back. But Anne isn’t the same woman she once was,she’s stronger, colder, and out for justice. With enemies lurking in the shadows and secrets waiting to be revealed, Billy must fight not only for Anne’s forgiveness but for the family he never knew he had. Will love be enough to mend what was broken, or will revenge burn everything to the ground?

Edna is a zealous career wife, she got married to Keith Jackson because his father proposed an agreement that solved her family's poverty, but left her married to her high school bully. It's not bad since her husband barely speaks to her, and she can use the opportunity to build up her career. She is the female face of the family's company, a proper trophy for them. Everything is going fine until her husband's brother returns. He used to be the most popular boy in their high school, and she had a massive crush on him. This sinful relationship will create the biggest scandal in the country. Will she give in to her teenage fantasies, risking everything for what might be love?

Explicit sexual content, age gap (17 years), father’s best friend taboo, dirty talk, claiming, strong language. Reader discretion strongly advised. Fantasizing about the man 17 years older than you is dangerous. Being jealous while he fucks other ladies in your presence is another. That was me. My dad’s best friend. Our hockey coach. Knox Vance. Now I’m trapped alone with him in his isolated lakeside cabin for the entire summer. He lays down the rules like commands on the ice: no parties, no boys, keep your distance or else. But I’m done being the good little girl everyone cages. I push him. I tease him. I bend over in nothing but tiny shorts and beg him to destroy every boundary to stretch me open, fuck me raw, and breed his best friend’s daughter while my father is miles away. He’ll ruin me. Claim me. Own me so completely I’ll never want anyone else again. Don’t Tempt Me, Little GirlA Forbidden age-gap hockey romance that would make you begging for more.

In a world of monsters, the real danger is falling for one. After the tragic loss of his fiancée, journalist Elliot Harper has spent years burying his pain behind the hard facts of his small town reporting. But when strange animal attacks and claw marks stir suspicion in his mountain community, Elliot is drawn to investigate... and he finds more than he bargained for. Elliot can't resist taking the injured man he finds in the woods to his cabin, just to discover that his new houseguest, Damien, holds a dark secret. Damien is a rogue werewolf, hunted by his own pack and bound by ancient laws that forbids him from mingling with humans. But how can he stay away from his own mate? As the two grow closer, their connection stirs something dangerous and powerful within them. But despite the thrill of uncovering the supernatural world, Elliot’s curiosity teens deadly when he learns that Damien’s past may be tied to the darkest moment of his own. Elliot must decide if he wants to confront his fears and embrace this new power he never wanted... or abandon Damien to the deadly pack that's closing in on them.

His large hand wraps around my throat just enough to make my pulse race, pinning me to the rain-slicked cabin wall as thunder rolls outside. “We can’t keep doing this,” he growls, but his hips grind against mine, hard and insistent, while his free hand slips under my skirt to find me already soaked. I whimper, arching into his touch, craving the sharp sting of his palm across my ass, the way he commands me to come for him like I’m his dirty little secret. My father’s best friend, the man who’s been in my life forever finally breaking every rule to claim me roughly, deeply, until I’m trembling and marked by him. What begins as one reckless, forbidden night spirals into an addiction of heated stolen moments, whispered dominance, and raw need… until the truth crashes down, pregnancies and betrayals threaten to shatter us, and everyone we love demands we end it. But how do you walk away when the only person who owns your body and heart refuses to let go?

Everyone deserves a second chance at happiness... even a killer. Serendipity Fizzlestitch wants nothing more than to be left alone. In a small cabin a stone's throw from the house where her sisters and mother breathed their last, Serendipity toils away, making the dolls her late father was working on when he disappeared beneath the ocean waves. Serendipity is content to spend the rest of her existence here, trying to atone for the mistakes of her past by creating the dolls that bring joy to so many others. When a mysterious letter arrives in her fireplace, an unusual stranger shows up at her door, and her favorite mouse friend goes missing, Serendipity is forced to face the outside world--and the ghosts from her past. Will she accept the opportunity to join the most famous toymaker of all time, or will her guilt prevent her from finding the happiness everyone deserves? The Doll Maker's Daughter at Christmas is a whimsical romantic fantasy that proves everyone deserves a second chance, no matter how horrific our past. Perfect for Christmas, or any time of year, The Doll Maker's Daughter at Christmas will bring back the magic we can only find when we truly believe.

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll use what she left me. Her body. Her history with Jacob. Her enemies, who I'm about to make my own. I'll burn Jacob's reputation with the truth of what he did with me. I'll bury the mistresses circling Jackson's inheritance one by one — until I find out how deep this family's rot really goes, and who I have to become to survive it. I'm not the woman who begged for love anymore. I'm patient now. Careful. Ruthless when I need to be. But every enemy I destroy costs me an ally. And when the people I trusted turn their backs on me at once, I'll have nothing left but an old blood ritual, my son's memory, and one last war to fight — not for my crown, but so no one else pays what I paid.

Natasha Kisniver never planned to steal from the Mafia. But when her younger sister collapses and the hospital halts her treatment over unpaid debts she couldn't afford, Natasha is pushed beyond desperation. Her only option? Steal a priceless ring from Jackson Darkmoon—a billionaire tech she believes is untouchable. The ring is sold on the black market, and her sister’s treatment resumes. But then she discovers a fatal mistake she made on her research: Jackson Darkmoon doesn’t exist. He’s a false identity, a fictional character of Alexander Darkmoon—the elusive and feared godfather of a Mafia empire her late father had always warned her about. Realizing she’s stolen from the most dangerous man alive, Natasha runs. But Alexander Darkmoon is not a man who forgives theft—especially not something so personal. He finds her within hours. She can’t repay him in money, so he takes her instead. Claimed as his property, Natasha is pulled into a brutal, opulent world where power is everything—and one wrong move could mean death. She vows to escape. But as she sees the man behind the monster, she changes her mind. As days turn into weeks, the line between hate and desire begins to blur. Alexander's control slips the more time he spends with her. Enemies start circling, and her presence — once a punishment — becomes a dangerous liability. Or worse, the key to his downfall. Just when Alexander begins to trust her, Natasha makes a desperate move to help her sister again — unknowingly putting a deadly plan planned by Alexander's rivals into motion. Betrayed and furious, Alexander pushes her away. But when she’s kidnapped by the very enemies he warned her about, Alexander is faced with a brutal choice: Let her go—or burn his empire to save her.

It has always been him, he was my first love, and so, I had to let him go. He wasn't made for this life. He, was made for greater things. He was too much of a tornado for this small town, that doesn't mean I miss him any less. It's been 9 years since we last saw each other. Nine years of hatred on his part and self-loathing on mine, why did I let him go? Now, he is a successful billionaire, living the life one could only dream of. I wish things were different now that he's back but that just seems like a foreign concept to him. He doesn't want me anymore, but I can't blame him either. It was me who broke us and it is going to be me who will put all the pieces back together. Even if it is the last thing I do before death comes knocking at my door.