Reign And Ruin Novels & Stories

Seven months pregnant with our heir, I was on the front lines, fighting for my Alpha mate, Ethan. I’d just secured a thirty-million-dollar territory for our pack and rushed home, eager to surprise him with the news. But as I neared the council room, the broken sobs of his adopted sister, Tessa, stopped me cold. "A low-born Silver Wolf like Sophia... she's not worthy of being our pack's Luna." "Ethan, we're the ones who are fated to be together. Mark me... please?" My blood ran cold. I expected Ethan to shove her away, to defend my honor. Instead, he caressed her cheek, his voice a soft, gentle murmur that cut me deeper than any blade. "Just give me a little more time, Tessa. On the next blood moon, I'll sever my bond with Sophia." My world shattered. I fled, only to be cornered and brutally murdered by Tessa. She framed my death as an attack by a rogue wolf before tossing my body from a cliff. It wasn’t until the news of my death reached him that Ethan finally broke. He fell to his knees at the edge of that same cliff, his agonized howl echoing into the night. "Sophia… I was wrong. Please, just come back to me."

The company held a management meeting, and my husband's secretary was standing at the door, checking everyone's identity. Every person who entered the conference room was greeted with a bright smile—until it was my turn. Then came a derisive snort. I frowned and handed over my badge from the Cybersecurity Department, but he didn't even bother to look. "Skye, Mr. Fraser only pitied you enough to make you a manager. Don't tell me you actually think you're something special?" I didn't respond. Instead, I turned around and dialed the CEO's direct line. "Someone just said this position was yours to grant out of pity. Is that true?"

It all started with Selene, a broken omega, and turned into something no one could have imagined. What began as a fight for control between five Ruthless Alphas has turned into something else. They are no longer just trying to claim her; they're going deeper, and it's making things complicated. But Malachi, a lost King, saw something else — a past life, a forgotten bond, and that she was rightfully his, not theirs. This changes everything. The truths they've kept hidden start to be uncovered, causing trouble in their lives. They start to lose their control, and now everything is at stake—her life, their secrets, and who she truly belongs to. But can she survive it all—or will Malachi’s claim destroy them and her in the process?

Ferngrove must pay for their crimes of stealing an ancient jewel from a Fae High Lord, Valen, and harnessing the power within it. So every century, a daughter of the chief must be taken to Lyria, the realm of the High lord and there she will spend her remaining life paying for her ancestors crimes. After another century, Valen descends on the village once more, taking the beautiful daughter of the chief of Ferngrove, Maerwynn. And he imprisons her in his Court subjecting her to a cruel fate. As the days pass, Valen finds himself inexplicably drawn to Maerwynn, her unwavering strength and beauty stirring something long dormant within his dark heart and when Maerwynn, finds out she's more than a mere human and her destiny is tied to Valen, she gathers enemies like bees to honey. Determined to protect her from the dangers lurking within his own realm and beyond, Valen finds himself making sacrifices he never thought possible, defying the very nature of his being but nothing can stop the war coming. But nothing can stop the war coming, for it will consume completely. ************************* He fixes me with a steely gaze, his voice taking on a darker edge. "You have no business with my Court or any other Court in Lyria, to be precise. You're here to atone for the sins of your ancestors, and you will do so while knowing your place," he declares, his words cutting through the air like a knife. I swallow hard, feeling a heavy weight settle in my chest at his harsh tone and the gravity of his words. "And what is my place?" I inquire, my voice barely above a whisper. His gaze hardens, and his words send a chill down my spine. "My prisoner."

“Strip now!” He ordered, and without hesitation, I stripped off my clothes. I stood completely naked in front of him, my dick proudly pointing in his direction. Seconds later, I felt his warm lips on my dick, taking me deep down his throat and sucking hard. “Oh my goodness.” I moaned, feeling my eyes rolled at the back of my head at how well he was sucking me “I..I am going to cum.” I stuttered. “Cum for me, baby boy.” He commanded. Throwing my head back, I felt my dick swell and spilled my seed down his throat. “Fuck,” he groaned. ********************************************* Jasper Miller knew he was a guy and wanted to experience more. When his best friend introduced him to a guy bdsm club, he grabbed the opportunity. There, he catches the attention of one and only sex god, Baron Cooper. He is a threesome Dom while Anthony is a one-night stand submissive. Will they compromise and fulfill their sexual fantasies? Will there be a third partner to their relationship?

My sister smiled while I died. As I lay helpless in a hospital bed, I listened to my family talk about my funeral, my inheritance, and the fortune they would gain once my heart stopped beating. My husband never came to see me. My parents called my death useful. And my sister, the person I trusted most, stole the wedding ring from my finger before turning off my life support. Then I died. But instead of staying dead, I woke up three years in the past. This time, I remember everything. I remember my husband who treated me like a burden. My parents who used me as a wallet. And my sister who smiled while I took my last breath. And this time, I refuse to be their victim. My first move is simple: divorce my cold, emotionless husband, Elias. I expect him to sign the papers like he always ignored me. Instead, he rips them apart. The man who once couldn’t stand my touch suddenly pins me against his desk, his eyes dark with obsession. “You spent years begging for my love,” Elias growls. “Now that I finally want you, you think I’ll let you leave?.” His grip tightens on my waist. “Over my dead body.”

Nicole Evans never asked to be followed. She never asked for eyes in the dark, for a man like Vane to orbit her life with silence and devotion sharp enough to wound. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. It waits. It watches. It becomes inevitable. What began with missing men and shadows on rooftops soon unraveled into something far more intimate—an assassin who couldn’t let go, and a woman who, piece by piece, stopped trying to make him. As friends vanished and her world narrowed, Nicole found herself drawn toward the very thing she feared most—not out of love, but recognition. In his violence, there was something terrifyingly tender. In his silence, something that listened more closely than anyone else ever had. Theirs is not a love story in any ordinary sense. It’s a descent—a long, slow collapse into dependency, into surrender. A story told in bruises and shared tea, in blood and in stillness. A quiet unraveling that doesn’t end in escape, but in a house by the sea, where memory lingers and echoes never fade. Some stories don’t ask to be understood. Only remembered.

Two geniuses. One room. Only one winner. Ethan Vance is a perfectionist with a 4.0 GPA and a life mapped out in ink. He needs the Sterling Global Fellowship to escape his father’s shadow, and he’s never let anyone stand in his way. Until Liam Rossi. Liam is messy, brilliant, and Ethan’s biggest rival. When a housing glitch forces these two enemies into a single dorm room with only one desk, the war begins. It’s sabotaged projects and late-night insults—until their professor forces them to work together on the final project of their lives. In the silence of the library and the heat of their cramped room, the line between hatred and obsession starts to blur. Ethan wanted to ruin Liam’s career. Now, he’s terrified Liam might be the only one who can build him back up. He’s my rival. My roommate. And the only man I can't have.

I gave a stranger my panties on a plane. Not because I'm reckless. Not because I do things like this. But because Damien Cross looked at me like I was something worth destroying himself over, and I wanted to be devoured. Four hours at 30,000 feet. That's all it took for him to unravel every careful thread of the life I'd built. One look. One touch. One whispered promise that I was his. Then he vanished. No calls. No texts. Just a breaking news report showing him married to someone else, while I stood in a hotel bathroom staring at a positive pregnancy test. Six years later, I've rebuilt myself. I'm a mother. A success. I've learned to survive without him. Until he walks into my photoshoot and recognizes the birthmark he once traced with his tongue. He says he never stopped looking for me. That his marriage was a cage he's finally escaped. That the twin boys I've been raising alone are his sons, and he wants his family back. But Damien Cross is a man who deals in empires and enemies. Someone close to him wants me gone. The threats start. The danger escalates. And I realize that loving Damien means walking into a war I never signed up for. He says he'll burn the world down to keep us safe. I'm terrified he means it. Some men are worth the fall but men are the wreckage. But Damien is both.

"I've always knew you'd be the man to fuck me to heavens." The door opened on that comment and the man she least expected waltzed in. A smirk on his lips. "Tell me, how many times have I fucked you to heavens in your wild little imaginations, Gina?" ............... He’s my father's best friend, a father figure to me. But he's also the hottest man I've ever seen alive. With his fit, toned, and athletic build. He has plagued my dreams more time than I can count. Fucking me to heavens and back, and when the chance comes to experience him. It doesn't matter what it costs, even if it might be the end of me. I’m willing to let him ruin me.