Ruined Secrets Neva Altaj Novels & Stories

~Violet Pov~ “ Remember, the Morettis don't know much details about me, I'm going to play the excited bride” I whispered to Aleksei, my lips barely moving as Rowan approached Under the cover of clutched, I clicked my watch twice, it was a code to notify Antonio to get everyone ready, just in case this entire charade goes south. “ Rowan” Aleksei said warmly, still resting his hands on my lower back.

"Before the 'tin-cans' in the sky realize what hit them, we need a quiet place to see exactly what is on this hard drive." Nova shivered, but looking at the two terrifyingly calm entities beside her, she swallowed her fear and pointed down a rusted service grate. "The Rust Sector... sublevel four. There's a sanctuary for the Un-Uploaded." They vanished into the labyrinth of Neo-Kunlun's underbelly. After navigating a maze of dripping exhaust pipes and rusted blast doors, Nova led them into a massive, subterranean fallout shelter. The aesthetic of the slums abruptly shifted.

Diego and Mariana stood in the ruins of their world, where the echoes of battle still rang out and the remains of war were scattered everywhere. Valentina Ruiz and Lucia Torres had been stopped, at least for now, from carrying out their plans. But the peace was short-lived, and the storm was far from over.

“I love getting fucked by my married neighbor while his wife sleeps upstairs.” He fucked me harder, the workbench shaking. “You’re going to come back every night. I’m going to use this pussy whenever I want.” “Yes,” I gasped. “Whenever you want. I’m yours.” He came deep inside me again, then held me close, kissing my neck. “Be warned again, Ava,” he whispered. “This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else… including any normal life next door. You’re my dirty little secret now.”

To the Bloodmoon Pack, eighteen-year-old Elora is just a rankless, orphaned omega cleaning cold marble floors. But beneath her plain tunic lies a secret that could shatter the northern territories: she is the last surviving royal heir of the fallen Crescent Clan. When cold, lethal Alpha Lucas ascends to power, the Moon Goddess plays a cruel joke. The golden mate bond sparks between them—only for Lucas to publicly reject her to protect his political alliance with the vicious Chloe. Heartbroken and left for dead, Elora flees into the lawless Blackwood Forest. Instead of dying, her dormant wolf awakens. The rejection doesn't destroy her; it unleashes a glowing crimson mark and royal Cresc

The man who now stood at the altar of her ruined life. Their eyes locked. The silence screamed louder than any words. What was this? A second chance? Or a deal with the devil?

she asked me and I had to tell her the deal at that point, but I had to make sure she did not say anything to anyone. "What I am about to tell you, you can never say to anyone, do you understand? Can I count on you, Lilith?" I asked her. "What is it?" she asked. "You have to promise not to say anything to anyone first of all. I need you to promise me" I said to her and she promised not to say a word. "I need to see my mother in the cell where she's held, but the guards would not let me see her, on the Alpha's orders. The only way I can get to her would be by drugging the guards. I need you to get me some of your aunt's pills." I said to her "How many does she take?" I asked.

However, the meeting happened unexpectedly between Delmom and Brenda, who had managed to escape from her father. “Delmom, I really need to talk to you before it’s too late.” “What are you doing here, Brenda? — Yes, I don’t have much time, but everything bad that’s happening is my father’s fault, be careful with him!” Brenda disappeared into the mist, becoming a beautiful omega and ran through the mountains. Soon Delmom, transformed into an alpha, but with a broken heart, was looking for prey to feed on. Delmom’s hunt was so intense that all he could see in his eyes was red blood.

"Come in." Graham turned to me, mild tension etched on his features. "Now this is where I leave you. Give him the best night of his life, Alta, that way your payment would increase. Okay?" I nodded. He nodded, too. Then left me. Opening the door, I stepped into the large, dimly lit room. A slow song I didn't recognise was playing, its undertones breathy and sensual. A wine rack stood off to the side, as did a shelf with various pleasure gadgets; dildos, vibrators, and a variety of straps and ball gags. Perspiration beaded my forehead.

Closer this time. Time was running out. The Blood Altar was older than the Court. Carved from a single black stone, stained red with centuries of blood. It sat in a cavern under the three moons. No roof. Just sky and stars and judgment. Valen stood beside it, bone crown gleaming. Nyra stood on his left. Elena’s shadow lingered on Luna’s right, even though she was 100 miles away in Blackwood. “Ready?” Valen asked Luna. Luna looked at Damian. He nodded once.