Novel & Cerita Razor Blade Gravity Knife

"It looks like I'm into witches," he said, piercing me with his alluring blue eyes. The words that followed that dumb pickup line didn't matter. I was already falling for Felix Montel, Beta of the Moon Blade Pack. I ignored all warnings. I, Nova Laurent, a witch, took his hand and followed him, knowing he would ruin me. "Relax, love," he whispered, stroking my hair. "It's your first time with a wolf, isn't it?" I wasn't prepared for the passion he had given me. I'd become addicted to his touch, his scent, and his way of loving. My feelings for him went far beyond desire, and I had given my heart to him before I realized it. But the moment he was about to give me his in return, death took him away… After more than a year of endless torment, I decided to do the unthinkable—I summoned the Moon Goddess and begged her to bring my loved one back. "This life comes with a price. Are you prepared?" I would agree to anything just to have him back. I didn't hesitate to answer yes, even without knowing what the Goddess was going to take. Now my loved one returned, but none of us could live the life we had before. Felix's resurrection changed everything around us and changed him as well. He was no longer a beta. He was… something else. Werewolf Kingdom Stories – Book Two* *I recommend reading book one first, but it's not necessary to understand the second book's storyline. Werewolf Kingdom Stories in order: 1. How to reject the Alpha King 2. I loved this Beta too much

My Alpha mate nearly lost his life during a vicious rogue wolf attack. It was his assistant Scarlett who threw herself forward and took the silver blade meant for him, saving his life. But because of the silver poisoning, Scarlett's wolf fell into a feral rage state. The pack witch said she would need to mate with an Alpha every full moon to survive. Out of gratitude, my mate fucked her every full moon and my wolf would suffer greatly from the perceived betrayal of my mate. He knelt before me, tears streaming down his face, his whole body trembling. "Evelyn, she saved my life! I can't just watch her die!" After each full moon, he would give me a million dollars as compensation. And every time Scarlett miscarried, he would bring me the finest healing herbs to ease the pain I felt through our mate bond from his betrayal. In just one year, my bank account grew astronomically. I became the bank's most valued client. Until this time, when he disappeared with Scarlett for three months. When he returned, he dropped to his knees and grabbed my hands, pleading desperately. "Evelyn, if she miscarries again, she'll die! I... I can't let my savior perish!" "I'll claim the child as yours and cut all ties with her. Please, just let this child be born, okay?" My eyes instantly filled with tears. I fought hard to keep them from falling. "Fine." If that's how it is, then the pup I traded my life force to the witch for... I'll get rid of it.

Everyone says I have the face of an angel. However, I choose to take a knife and slash my own beautiful face. When my twin sister sees the drastic change in my appearance, she loses it and screams at me, wanting to know why I ruined my face. In my past life, she couldn't stop stealing food deliveries. When our next-door neighbor caught her, she shoved the pregnant woman so hard that she miscarried. The woman was seven months along, and both she and her baby died. But my sister just shrugged it off, bragging that she was some popular influencer, and two pathetic lives didn't matter. She even slapped down a 50-dollar bill like it was nothing, just to humiliate them. "Still trying to scam my money? For all we know, that woman's baby was already dead inside her. Your family must've done pretty awful things to deserve losing two lives like that!" When the dead woman's family showed up at our door with kitchen knives, ready for revenge, my sister chickened out and hid. Before that, she tricked me into coming home instead. The second I walked up to our front door, the grief-stricken husband slashed at my neck, severing the artery. I died right there on the spot. After I died, everyone spat on my memory. They all said I got what I deserved, and my parents covered up what my sister really did. She even had the nerve to come forward and apologize for me, cashing in on my death while hooking up with my boyfriend. The two of them became this perfect couple online and made tons of money. This time around, I decide to destroy my face. I want to see how she will steal my identity and pin her crimes on me now!

Albert Roosevelt was the crush I was never meant to have. Like an idiot, I believed loving someone meant giving them everything, even if they didn't care about you. So, I trailed after him like a desperate puppy, bending over backward to meet his every whim. When he couldn't afford tuition, I begged Dad to fund him, sending him to the best schools. When his worn-out clothes made him a laughingstock, I pitied him and showered him with designer labels. And what did he do? He used what I gave him to chase after a gold-digging campus belle. To keep up appearances, he blew through money like it grew on trees. He even spread rumors that he was the real heir to the Roosevelts. To him, I was just an ATM. "Your family's loaded. It's not like you'll miss a few hundred grand. If you're gonna be stingy, maybe you should stop following me around," he said when his wallet ran dry. And like a fool, I believed that if I kept paying, someday, he'd love me back. After graduation, I funded his startup. The second it took off, he married the campus belle. He had the nerve to claim he earned everything through nothing but hard work. So, I crashed his wedding, and he buried a knife in my chest. "Only when you're dead, Eve Roosevelt. Only then will my pathetic past stay buried." When I opened my eyes again, I was face-to-face with a scowling Albert. "You can't scrape together a few hundred thousand dollars? It's Bianca's birthday. Are you trying to humiliate me?" I looked around the room and rolled my eyes. "Sure, I'll pay. But first? Kneel. You look pretty enough. Consider it charity, peasant."

...“You can’t win this trial. The pack is against you. Your father is against you. Even your friend…” He paused. “Even she has betrayed you.” Kael’s eyes locked on mine, hard as iron. “So I’ll give you a choice. Trust me, and I’ll make sure you live.” “Trust you? You just claimed me like I was some prize to steal. You said you would kill me if I lost control.” “And I meant it,” he said, voice flat. “But I won’t let them tear you apart like animals. If you let me, I’ll fake your defeat. I’ll claim you fully... On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Lyra Vale’s first shift should have bound her to her pack. Instead, it marked her as the monster they fear most. Born under the cursed Blood Moon Oath, she is fated to either unite the supernatural world… or reduce it to ash. Now every faction wants her blood; the Vampire Courts whisper her name as the key to breaking their chains, while the Witch Sanctum swears she is a mistake of prophecy and her own pack and her family would rather see her buried than crowned. But fate is never merciful. Lyra’s soul is bound to a mate who is both her fiercest protector and her deadliest enemy. A boy who swore an oath that might kill her… and break her in ways no blade could. As betrayal coils tighter than love in a world where alliances shift like shadows and every truth has fangs, Lyra must decide: Will she chain the beast inside her or unleash it? This is because under the Blood Moon, even salvation tastes like blood, every choice bleeds and under the Blood Moon, will love be a weapon?

“You don’t get to reject me, Avery. I will never give you that pleasure.” Julian’s voice was a dark promise, laced with venom. "I’ll keep you, watch you suffer, until I’m ready to discard you. Remember, I own you. And when I’m done with you… you’ll wish you were never born." ********** Avery Smith knew nothing but pain. Abandoned by her pack, betrayed by her own blood, she clung to one fragile hope: her fated mate, Julian Styles. But hope shattered when he chose her sister instead, his rejection a blade to her soul. "A weak thing like you can never be my mate." Humiliated, she fled, vowing never to return. Fate had other plans. When tragedy forces Avery back, she finds herself face-to-face with a man who wants her more than anything... more than power, more than pride, more than sanity. The ruthless Alpha King doesn’t just claim her; he consumes her. His touch is fire, his words a whip, his hunger a storm she can’t outrun. "I don’t want you!" she lies, her body betraying her as his scent wraps around her like chains. "Let go of me!" But Kaiden’s grip is unbreakable, his voice a growl against her skin. "You’re mine, Avery. Every breath, every whimper, every fucking heartbeat." His lips crash into hers, stealing the air from her lungs. "And I’ll take what’s mine." A bond forged in blood. A love born in obsession. Will their souls ignite, or will their war burn them both to ash?

“I can’t love her. I don’t have it in me to love her. I can give Aliza everything in my power, but I couldn’t love her,” Caspian confessed the truth to his friend. Aliza, who had entered Caspian’s room, heard the painful truth. Her heart shattered from his betrayal. By the time they noticed her standing at the door, it was already too late. “Aliza, please, let me explain,” Caspian begged, but she stopped him. The pain in her eyes was sharper than any blade, cutting straight through his heart. “What you want to explain Caspian?” she snapped, anger and heartbreak lacing her words. “That you’re too much of a coward to admit the truth? That you let me believe we had something real.. that you love me?” her voice breaking at the end as she tried to control her tears and left from there. ________________________ Aliza, a Fae Princess, has spent her life under her mother’s strict rules, unaware of the powerful destiny waiting for her. Her world shifts when she meets Caspian, the mysterious Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, who saves her life and awakens feelings she’s never known. Caspian, scarred by the loss of his first love, has closed his heart to the world—until Aliza’s arrival shatters his defenses. She’s both fierce and fragile, pulling him into a bond neither can explain. While Aliza uncovers her hidden wolf nature and Caspian confronts his painful past, they faced betrayal of their family and secrets that threaten to tear them apart. Their love, already fragile, was on the verge of destruction. Can they mend their broken hearts or will the wounds they carry push them apart forever?

At my coming-of-age party, Dad told me to choose one of the three boys I had grown up with to marry into the family. The first to step back was my childhood friend, the boy who had grown up with me in the orphanage. The second was the bodyguard’s son, who had once taken three knife wounds for me. He shook his head without hesitation. As for the man I was supposed to marry through a family alliance, the same man who had held me just yesterday and promised he would never marry anyone but me, he looked at me with open ridicule. “Mr. Deen, isn’t this a bit too much? Everyone knows Emma was kidnapped for more than ten years. Those kidnappers were insane. Who knows what they might’ve done? I’m not about to marry damaged goods. If you’re really serious about an alliance, why not marry your other daughter, Isabella, to me instead? Someone like Emma is only suited for men who live in the shadows.” He glanced around the room, then pulled a boy from the corner—a quiet young man who had been standing there with his head lowered. Together with the other two, he laughed as they shoved me straight into the boy’s arms. “What a perfect match!” one of them jeered. “The used goods and a bastard son!” What was supposed to be a grand ceremony to choose my husband turned into a public humiliation for me alone. Later, they told me the reason they had done it was all part of a little game with Isabella. “As long as Bella is happy, we can honor our promises to you afterward.” They all assumed I would do what I had always done before—swallow the humiliation and shamelessly continue following them around. However, this time, I didn’t want to humiliate myself anymore, because I was indeed getting married, and the groom was the very man they pushed into my arms earlier that night. As for Isabella and their little game, I wasn’t playing along anymore.

**Warning: This book contains mature sex scenes, "I hate you," she whispered — breathless, furious, aching. "I hate you more," he growled back. And then he made her forget every man who came before him. Rhaena thought she knew what was missing from her life — until her boyfriend called her boring in bed. Two years together. Not a single orgasm. Done with shame, done with faking, she makes a decision that will unravel everything: one night, one stranger, an elite escort and a dark sex club where no one knows her name. The masked man who finds her there doesn't just give her pleasure. He ruins her — for every other man, for every careful, curated version of herself she's ever performed. But when she leaves, a message arrives: a refund. A record that says she was never there. And before she can make sense of it, her mother drops another bomb — she's engaged. There's a dinner. A mansion. A future stepbrother named Alessio, who looks at Rhaena like she's a problem he wants to destroy. Cold. Hostile. Magnetic in a way that makes her teeth ache. When she overhears him cutting her apart with words, she doesn't run. She fights back. And something ignites between them — sharp as a blade, hot as a wound — something neither of them is willing to name. Because the line between hatred and desire isn't just thin. It's already been crossed. What happens when Rhaena realizes the masked man who woke her body, who owned her in the dark — is her future stepbrother? What happens when Alessio discovers that the woman he can't stand is Cherry — the one he can't stop thinking about? Some secrets don't stay buried. And some hatreds are just love that hasn't lost control.

Sienna Calder swore she’d never touch her father’s world—Dorian Ashford, shipping mogul and billionaire king, left her mom to rot while he built his empire. She’s there to curse his grave when he dies, not to claim a dime. But his will traps her, naming her co-heir to his $50 billion legacy alongside Roman Valtieri, the brooding, hard-edged protégé who’s clawed his way into Dorian’s shadow—and now into hers. They’re to run the empire together or lose it all, and Sienna hates him for it: too slick, too close, every look a spark she doesn’t want. Then a letter from Dorian’s cold hand ignites the fire—he was murdered, and Roman’s name’s scratched beside the truth. A silver key and a vial of blood—hers, his—drag her deeper, promising answers locked in Ashford estate.But the walls crash in fast: Ezra Locke, a scarred snake with a grin like a blade, wants that key, and he’ll drown the place to get it. Roman’s her lifeline—gun drawn, hands steady, pulling her from the flood—and she loathes how his touch burns, how his voice steadies her when the water’s at her throat. Caught between rage and a pull she can’t name, Sienna fights the heat growing with every near miss—Roman’s too damn solid, too damn close, and she’s torn between shoving him away and pulling him in. The empire’s crumbling, the cliff’s falling, and Ezra’s not the only shadow circling—something darker watches, waiting. Love’s a gamble when blood’s the stake, and Sienna’s playing with a deck her father rigged. Can she trust Roman’s hands to hold her up, or will the crown they’re fighting for crush them both in its ashes?