Precious Possession Novels & Stories

A warlord with fire in his veins. A captive princess with nothing left to lose. When the Dragon Warlord seizes her crumbling kingdom, Sera expects death—not a collar of gold and a vow of possession. Claimed as tribute, she is taken to the heart of the mountain, where fire breathes and ancient magic sleeps beneath the stone. Rhazien is ruthless, monstrous, and terrifyingly divine. But he is also bound by something older than war: the need to claim. To protect. To own. Sera refuses to break. But as power shifts and passion ignites, she learns that dragons don’t ask. They take. And this warlord doesn’t just want her obedience—he wants her heart. And if she gives it to him, she may never survive the fall. The Dragon Warlord’s Bride is a dark fantasy romance full of possession, power struggles, and slow-burn heat. Perfect for fans of monster lovers, mating bonds, and morally unhinged kings who’d burn the world for their queen.

To end a bloody mafia war, Isabella Rossi is handed over to the most dangerous man in Chicago as a peace offering. Ruthless mafia king Alessandro De Luca is cold, brutal, and completely untouchable, men fear him, women obey him, and when Isabella is dragged into his penthouse, she becomes his prisoner… his possession… and his temptation. But Isabella refuses to bow, her fiery defiance awakens something dark and obsessive inside Alessandro that he can no longer control. Every stolen glance turns dangerous, every argument burns with tension, and every touch feels like a sin neither of them should crave. What starts as hatred quickly spirals into a deadly obsession filled with possessive kisses, dangerous secrets, and nights so intense they leave scars on both their hearts and bodies. But as enemies close in and betrayal lurks in the shadows, Alessandro will spill blood, destroy empires, and burn the entire underworld to the ground before anyone dares take Isabella away from him.

Blurb She ran from one devil straight into the arms of the worst one. Mikhail Lobanov… Las Vegas’s most feared mafia king, pins the trembling 19-year-old cocktail waitress against the penthouse elevator wall, thumb dragging across her lower lip. “You’re too beautiful to kill… so I’ll keep you.” One brutal thrust later, he’s buried deep inside her untouched body on the balcony overlooking the Strip, growling, “This pussy is mine now, Bella. Say it.” What begins as possession becomes obsession. He collars her. Claims her. Protects her. But when his enemies discover she’s carrying his child, the war turns personal. Kidnapped. Tortured. Rescued. Betrayed. In a world of blood, revenge, and unbreakable chains, one innocent beauty will either destroy the monster… or become his forever salvation. Dark. Possessive. Filthy. The Beauty and Her Dangerous Mafia Lord.

When best friends Mirabel and Mitchelle decide to pursue their quiet, muscular neighbor Michael, they don’t just want a casual evening together. They want to claim him completely. What begins as a spontaneous, rope-filled night quickly spirals into something far deeper and more addictive. Bound and completely at their mercy, Michael discovers a powerful hunger he never knew he possessed — a desperate need to surrender, to obey, and to be owned. But their perfect dynamic is threatened when Vanessa, a powerful and ruthless rival, sets her sights on Michael. She wants him for herself and will stop at nothing to steal him away, forcing Mirabel and Mitchelle to become even more possessive and intense in their control. In a world of tight ropes, intense passion, overwhelming pleasure, public risk, and fierce power struggles, Michael must decide: will he remain their willing companion, or will the rival’s darker influence break him first? Get ready for a passionate story where desire and possession collide.

Pol Andrew Sanchez is being tagged as a cold, genius, and monster in the business world. At an early age he managed to have their company stay on top of the business chain. He wants to forget about the past so he focus his time studying their business structure and make it known not just in the country, but all over the world. Sunny Precious Cortez is a top-notched student in the Computer Programming department of their university. She has a witty and strong personality that catches everyone's attention. She is secretly inlove with her best friend. But fate moves in mysterious ways. Their parents arranged them to get married to save Poll Andrew's family's business. And what if the past comes back and decided to win him back? And what if her best friend pursue her? Or will the two help them realize how they really feel for each other? Can their love story that started with a contract, have a happy ending? Or will it end when the contract expires?

As my due date approaches, my husband's precious mistress falls into the water at a banquet. After being rescued, she immediately accuses me of pushing her. To "avenge" her, he throws me into a modified stainless steel water tank. I beg him, pleading for the sake of our unborn children. But he only sneers. "Don't try to use the babies to guilt me! You've still got a week before you're due. I know exactly how vicious you are—any child of yours would be just as rotten. Stay in there and reflect on your behavior. I'll let you out when you finally admit you're wrong!" Five days later, my husband returns home from a night out with his mistress, calling for me to come downstairs and serve them, as always. He doesn't know that my babies and I have already rotted beyond recognition.

My suitcase, filled with precious and expensive birthday gifts, was mistakenly claimed by another person at the airport. When I opened the one left behind, I found it packed with men’s clothes instead of my belongings. Determined to retrieve what was rightfully mine, I went on a frantic search for the man who had taken my suitcase. When I finally confronted him and politely asked for an exchange, he responded with the gentlest of tones: “Oh, I opened it and realized I’d made a mistake—it’s all women’s items.” I breathed a sigh of relief, ready to thank him and express my gratitude. Then he added casually, “I couldn’t use any of those things, so I sorted them out and gave them to my girlfriend. You’re welcome.” My jaw dropped. I could barely muster a response as I muttered under my breath, “What the hell?”

On our first wedding anniversary, I found out I was pregnant, which I believed was the best gift for my husband, but! I was greeted with a divorce agreement. TODAY last year: "Did you also have someone in your life you're trying to forget?" "Yes." " Let's both do our best to have a pleasant and joyful relationship!" "Ok." I lied to him, I fabricated an imaginary ex-boyfriend just so I could marry Johnson. A marriage that begins with a lie is probably not destined to end well. I knew I could marry Johnson because of a bet he had made with his ex-girlfriend. But I didn't understand，I thought he would fall in love with me over time. He's been making love to me every night for a year, so why? I'm leaving with my pride and my precious baby, but why is he suddenly unwilling to sign the divorce papers?

Because her precious Jeremy needed a lab rat, Harper shipped me off to Bendora Mental Health Institute after my surgery. I got electroshocked until I was drooling and twitching, and she? She just slapped her hand over Jeremy's eyes like, "Ew, babe, don't look." Jeremy scored a Research Award nomination off that mess. Harper celebrated with fireworks so loud they could've woken the dead. Meanwhile, I was lying there in the dark, staring up at the sky while they took my leg. To keep it quiet, Jeremy slapped on a prosthetic and threatened me if I ever opened my mouth. He told Harper I just got "a little banged up" in the trial. Numb, I boxed up my leg in a freezer box. Seven days later, at Jeremy's big gala night, guess who would unwrap it like a party favor? Yeah. Harper.

My marriage to Dante, the Moretti heir, was meant to be a union of power, an alliance of empires. But for me, it was also the real deal. Then his adopted sister, Clara, showed up at a party. She was wearing his custom leather jacket, straddling his prized Ducati, and she looked right at me with a smirk. "Dante says," she purred, "that I suit these precious things better than you do." My smile froze. Dante had her on a plane overseas so fast it was like she'd never existed. Five years later, the night before our wedding. I found him staring at the design for our wedding rings. He'd changed the engraving. The "Amor Aeternus"—Eternal Love—was gone. In its place: "Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa." My sin, my greatest sin. I took off my veil right then and there. "The wedding," I said, my voice like ice, "is off."