Precious Characters Novels & Stories

I did three things when I had made a decision to leave Alpha James. The first thing I did was throw all the precious gifts he had given to me. The second thing I did was secretly donate the wooden house he had built for our future and tear up the ceremonial dress that was custom-made for me on our marking day. The third thing I did was go to the Northern Territory to guard our pack, so I cast all ties with the entire pack and disappeared into the tribe. What he didn’t know was that I had quietly planned my departure while he was out hunting and spending countless nights at the Moon River with Doris, his childhood sweetheart. I became the ideal Luna he was hoping for, considerate and tolerant. Later, he lost control and asked me: “Why aren’t you angry? Don’t you love me anymore?” I lowered my head in silence and announced my decision to leave after seeing the ambiguous messages Doris, James's sweetheart, had sent to me.

Azura was born despised by the wolf race because, in the past, her father was a traitor who caused a disaster for werewolves. She is hated by her kind and thinks that her whole life, she does not deserve to have love from anyone. During one of the missions given to her by the leader, she met Conal; he is an Alpha, a werewolf with immortality, and a brilliant CEO; he is perfect in every way. Whenever Azura was in danger, he showed up and rescued her. Experiencing life and death together, the love of both people has blossomed and burned. For her, Conal is the most precious gift God has given her. He is ready to protect and give her a life she never even dreamed of. The secret of his family's death was revealed when the two were engulfed in happiness. The person who caused Conal to lose his loved ones was none other than Azura's father. Will Conal overcome this shock and ignore the hatred in his heart to continue to love Azura? Or will Conal give up his love for the girl he loves the most to avenge his family?

“I don’t mind kissing him if it gives me access to killing him.” It didn’t start that way. It started with me falling for him the very first day I met him. Wayne Parson was never supposed to be my enemy. He was the man who made my heart race, the man I promised to protect when I was sent to get close to him and uncover where he was hiding a precious secret. It should have been easy. I was already falling for him. So I made a choice — I would deceive the people who sent me and protect him with my life. But what happens when the man I promised to protect is the only son of the person who killed my parents? The truth I spent years searching for finally finds me. Wayne is not just the man I love. He is the son of my parents’ murderer. And suddenly, the revenge I have always wanted is standing right in front of me. The question is… will I be able to destroy the man who owns my heart?

I’m the public lover of Tara Brewer, the underworld queen. She often dotes on me and treats me like I'm her most precious treasure, and she goes as far as to claim that she wants to give birth to ten children for me. But when I'm getting beaten up by others while completely drenched in my own blood, Tara doesn't recognize me at all. Instead, she turns to comfort her beau, Brandon Holden. "That filthy bastard has crossed you, honey! You can just beat him to death! I'll be your safety net!" Only then do I realize that Brandon is Tara's lover this whole time. As soon as Tara's words fall, she snatches the boxing gloves from Brandon and begins punching my face, which has a mixture of blood and tears streaking down my cheeks. At the same time, she says icily, "Don't worry. Once you're dead, I'll inform your wife so that she can pick up your corpse."

When she married Harry Slate, she was 22 years old while he was 32. During their three years of marriage, he showered her with endless tenderness and would give her anything she wanted. He said he could pick the stars for her if she wanted, even the moon if she so wished. He spoiled her like she was a precious treasure. The only thing was that he had insatiable demands every night. He would chuckle and refuse to let her go, even when she cried and begged for mercy. She knew Harry had a lot of money and a lot of love—and all of it belonged to her. The day her father passed away, she called him 99 times, yet he declined every single one. The next second, she received a photo taken by her best friend. [Celine, is this your man? I saw him hugging a woman on the streets of Palto.] After tapping the photo and seeing the man and the woman, Celine Quest felt as though she had fallen into an icy abyss. The man was Harry, and the woman was her aunt.

Ellie Reigns is the only child of her father, a notorious Mafia Boss. She was raised under a roof of strict rules and regulations. She is his prized possession, his precious rose. When Ellie’s mother gave birth to her, something tragic happened: she died minutes later, not even getting the chance to hold her child in her arms. Ellie is now 19 years old, yet her father keeps her hidden from the world, afraid that he would lose her as he did her mother. Because of this, she has zero experience with love. She is deprived of the normalcy of a teenager. A day came when Ellie got sick of being locked away from the outside world, and that was when she met Dexter Mill. He is known as a bad boy and a player, but to Ellie, he becomes known as the guy that took her breath away; the one that raised goosebumps on her skin. Dexter becomes known to her as the boy with mesmerizing eyes. Maybe it was love at first sight, but it only took a second for Ellie to see eternity in those green eyes of his.

These are the tales society whispers about but never dares to speak aloud: the aching pull of step-parents and step-children, the dangerous heat of family secrets, and the kind of love that thrives in shadows. From scorching heterosexual passion to steamy lesbian and gay encounters, every flavor of forbidden ecstasy awaits. Here, rules are shattered. Hearts betray reason. Characters surrender to the raw, uncontrollable urge to touch what they shouldn’t, step-fathers, step-mothers, blood-bound temptations, and every wicked variation in between. This is not gentle romance. This is wild, sinful, unapologetic lust wrapped in love. A dance on the razor’s edge between control and chaos, guilt and surrender. Between the crushing weight of sin and the sweet sting of redemption, these lovers become entangled in secrets, temptation, and pleasure so intense it borders on madness. Because sometimes the most dangerous thing isn’t the sin itself…

Will grew up in a reality where men were not allowed to cry, express their feelings, or do anything that was considered too feminine. The son of a wealthy Thai family, he was raised to be his father's successor in business, but Will wanted to go beyond that, and became an actor. Everything in his quiet world was fine, until he was invited to act in a Boyslove series, alongside Nate, the guy with the intimidating eyes. Nate wasn't very sociable, always very quiet, didn't like much physical contact, and wasn't romantic at all, all this before he met Will, the boy who made him smile and made his day happier. Wil and Nate's world is no longer the same, everything they believed in has disappeared, and now fiction seems to invade reality, feelings are not only those of their characters, and they can no longer disguise what they feel...

My father called me to his study to deliver an order. I, Victoria Castellano, was to take my illegitimate half-sister Isabella’s place, to marry the comatose heir of the rival Moretti family and secure a truce. I didn’t cry. I laid my kid gloves on his polished desk and made my three demands. Sever all ties. My mother’s entire legacy. And give my bodyguard, Nicholas, to Isabella. Everyone knew my obsession with him. I loved him until I overheard the truth. He was the hidden Rossi heir, undercover only to protect his precious Isabella. Every time he’d saved my life, he was just guarding his link to her. So I let him go. I won’t tell him I’m marrying someone else. And I’ll never tell him that three years ago, in Lake Tahoe’s freezing depths, the lips that breathed life back into a drowning man—the memory that haunts him—weren’t Isabella’s. They were mine.

On the day our son, Lucas Smith, turned one month old, my husband, Xavier Smith, learned that his precious childhood sweetheart, Wendy Xander, had been kidnapped. The kidnappers made an outrageous demand. They wanted him to personally cut off our son’s legs. He acted indifferent, as if it didn’t matter. But behind my back, he drugged my drink with a heavy dose of sleeping pills. Dazed and barely able to stay awake, I forced myself toward the nursery. That was when I overheard his conversation with his bodyguard. “Mr. Smith, there’s a good chance Miss Xander staged this whole kidnapping. Are you really going to do this? What if something happens to Lucas?” “It’s just a kid. If he dies, he dies. “Even if this is all fake, I won’t take a single risk when it comes to Wendy.” My hands trembled as I gripped the doorframe. So this was what I meant to him. Eight years together. His own flesh and blood. And none of it mattered more than Wendy.