Settlement Defense Front Novels & Stories

Drake Griffin is a controversial man, he’s the CEO and CTO of a major defense company that seemingly sold weapons to Taliban. Hated and ridiculed by the public and the whole world, he accepts his role as a pariah and falls into a monotonous life of working and self destruction. That is until Angela Matters enters his life, she’s an investigative reporter hoping to write a biography about him, he refuses. But slowly he caves and soon finds himself liking this equally head strong and equally caring woman. There’s only one problem. Angela had been recruited by a man to spy on Drake, her mission is simple: gather as much information about Drake and in return Angela’s mother cancer treatment would be funded. Angela doesn’t like Drake that much and she equally doesn’t want to lose her mother so she accepts. Under this pretense, she inserts herself into his life bent on ruining him but by a twisted turn of events, she finds herself drawn to this tortured soul who had spent the rest of his life trying to live up to his abusive father unattainable expectations. She sees the vulnerability in him and a desire to do good that’s held back by his ambition. She can’t help but wonder is it possible to fall in love with such a man or does she have the will to save her mother?.

“Do you like it when I’m deep inside of you?” He whispered into my ear and my body shivered. “Yes please.Don’t stop,please don’t stop.” I managed. He put both hands on my neck and started to choke me as he fucked me even faster,his entire length filling me up. Having sex with one..no,two of your stepbrothers is just about the most forbidden thing ever. Serena just received the biggest shock of her life - her mother is engaged to be married to Dan Lodge, the father of her ex-boyfriend Cameron. To make matters even more complicated, Dan Lodge has twin sons - Her ex,Cameron and his brother Kaden. While Cameron is familiar, Serena is intrigued by the mysterious Kaden. With the wedding fast approaching, Serena lives under the same roof as the twin brothers. As a criminal defense lawyer, Serena is supposed to defend one brother against the other, but her feelings are spiraling out of control. She can't choose between the two brothers, and they're not making it any easier for her. The tension between them is off-the-charts, and it's driving her insane. CAUTION: This steamy novel is strictly for adult eyes only! Enjoy,but be warned,the heat will leave you breathless.

Asha and Penelope, two opposing worlds. Born to rule, Penelope is the heir of the Silvermoon pack, as the only child of her father, the Alpha, she has prepared her entire life for the day she would take over and rule the most wealthy and dominating pack in all of the west. But fate had other plans and on the day before her coronation she falls in love with a the sworn enemy to her father, Alpha Asha and the ruler of the Nightshade pack. As a daughter of the Alpha she knew her father would never permit their love and she was devastated when he forbade her from ever seeing her mate again, telling her if she ever wants to rule she must find another Alpha mate or forfeit the throne for good. Things can only get worst when her father arranges a betrothal for her with the pompous Alpha of the north in an attempt to stop the minor feud between both lands on the ties of her forced betrothal. What happens if Penelope decides to go against her father and choose to get married to Alpha Asha? Will her love for Asha ruin her life and the future of her pack? And would both their packs accept their mating as a blessing or a cause for war? What if the Alpha Asha betrays her love and uses her to destroy her pack as a settlement to their bloody adversaries. Would her pompous betrothal mate allow her escape his clutches? And will she be able to resist the charm of the ruthless Alpha Asha who now obsessively controls her every move and become his Luna?

04:00 AM. JFK International Airport. I switched off airplane mode, and my phone lit up. The first notification was an Instagram story from my husband, Donovan Valentino, Don of the Valentino family, posted at 3:30 AM: a photo of Seraphina Moretti’s back, captioned, “Run 50 completed. Package delivered safe.” An hour before that, my flight had hit catastrophic clear-air turbulence, dropping two thousand feet in seconds. I’d clung to my seatbelt until my knuckles turned white, the crumpled threat letter from a rival crew pressed like a blade against my ribs. In those blind, falling seconds, one thought burned through the panic: If I live through this—if Donovan is waiting at arrivals—I’ll tear up my transfer papers to Dubai and stay. But there were no missed calls. No messages. He’d been too busy collecting Seraphina. He knew my flight details. He just didn’t care. Four years of marriage. 50 fully armed security details for Seraphina. For my 112 long-haul flights over those same four years? The most I ever got was a driver in an unmarked sedan. Even the night Gambino’s crew tailed me from Manhattan, and I spent six hours locked in a diner bathroom. He didn’t pick up until dawn, after the twelfth try. My transfer to Dubai was confirmed. The signed divorce settlement was in my bag. This was the last time I’d ever come back for him.

“A Luna is meant to be graceful and elegant not…” His mother sniffed, her nose up in the air, “not this.” Disdain and disgust dripped from her words. Every word felt like a blow to my heart, I kept still, waiting for Roland to come to my defense like a good mate. I sent a pleading gaze to him but all I got was an icy stare in return, but I still held faith in my heart. He sighed and his gaze softened with something that looked like self-loathing, “I'm sorry Selena, you're not just Luna material,” His gaze shifted to the person beside me, “And I'm in love with another.” There was a ringing in my ears as time slowed and my world came to a standstill, “W-what?” I choked out, dazed. Selena was the fat unwanted twin, the one her mate rejected for her prettier, slimmer sister. Once rejected, betrayed and left for dead, she almost gave up on life itself. When she stumbles into the arms of two alpha werewolves the world fears, she doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. Four years later, she returns, stronger and fiercer, a queen in her own right. The weak fat wolf is dead and in her place is someone they would never see coming. A weapon. Vengeance.

Jordan Elaine believed marriage was meant to feel safe. 💍 Married to Jay Johnson and a brilliant, high-profile corporate defense attorney ⚖️ whose reputation is built on control, precision, and protecting powerful secrets, and she thought stability was the reward for loving a man who never lost. But somewhere between Jay’s late nights 🌙, ironclad silences 🤐, and emotional distance, Jordan begins to vanish inside her own life. When Jay’s longtime best friend, Calloway Rhys, returns after years away, Jordan finds something she hasn’t felt in a long time: seen 👀. Heard 💬. Valued 💖. What begins as quiet conversations and shared loneliness slowly becomes an emotional lifeline, and then a single, devastating mistake 💔. The affair shatters a marriage, destroys a lifelong friendship, and leaves Jordan carrying the blame for a betrayal everyone is eager to simplify. Jay walks away untouched 🧊. Calloway disappears 🚪. Jordan is left to rebuild herself from shame 😞, grief 🩸, and the wreckage of loving the wrong men. Years later, the past resurfaces with a truth far darker than the affair itself 🕷️. Jordan uncovers a secret buried beneath Jay’s polished career, and one that reveals her heartbreak was never accidental ⚠️, and that manipulation, not love, shaped her marriage from the start. Forced to confront the men who broke her, Jordan must finally decide who she will be without. Forgiveness 🤍. Love 💞. Or freedom ✨. This time, the choice is hers. And sometimes, the greatest love story begins only after you walk away 🚶‍♀️🌅.

I spent four years pretending to be obedient by West Graham’s side. Four years ago, after the video of Nina Avery running over my younger sister was exposed, my boyfriend, Jake Smith, hired a top-tier defense attorney for her to clear her name. When I was completely alone, with no one to rely on, it was Nina’s stepbrother, West, who stepped forward and chose justice over blood. He found a lawyer for me and gathered witness testimonies and physical evidence everywhere he could. In the end, he personally sent Nina to prison. When everything finally settled, West proposed to me, and I said yes. However, in the fourth year of our marriage, I saw an email in West’s inbox. It was a birthday message from Nina, and attached was a selfie of her smiling brightly at the beach. In the bottom-right corner of the photo was yesterday’s date. [Happy birthday, West! It’s been four years since I received Erin’s sister’s heart. There haven’t been any complications at all. Thanks to you and Jake, I’m given a second chance in life.] West replied. [To make you happy, I’ll do anything.] After reading all of it, I smiled brighter than ever. It’s been four years, and their time to die has finally come.

Everyone in the pack knows Marcus has loved me for a decade—that I'm his destined mate. He's devastatingly handsome and brilliant, the youngest and most gifted pack healer we've ever had, with she-wolves practically throwing themselves at his feet. Yet this alpha prince has eyes only for me. But when I was nearly assaulted by a rapist, Marcus signed a settlement agreement on my behalf and issued a psychiatric diagnosis, condemning me to a mental institution. Inside the institution, I was attacked by the truly insane—they tore at my hair with clawed fingers and kicked my stomach until I couldn't breathe. Meanwhile, he held the rapist's sister Victoria close and told me: "Emma, I'll take care of you. I'll compensate you when you get out, but Victoria has severe depression. She can't handle her brother getting in trouble." Even more ridiculous—when I begged him to let me see my suicidal sister one last time, he was honeymooning with that woman in Iceland, hanging up on my eighty-nine calls. The day my sister died, I coughed up blood in that mental hospital. Three years later, he came to get me, saying he still wanted to bring me home as his mate. Looking at his careful demeanor, I suddenly laughed. Marcus, do you know? No matter how high the mental hospital walls are, they can't stop someone who's crawled back from hell for revenge. What you owe me, what you owe my sister—I'll collect it all with interest, using what you care about most.

On the day the zombie outbreak occurs, I tell my boyfriend, Valerio Petrucci, to come over and hide in my apartment, where my front door is already reinforced. Soon, sounds of the door being knocked can be heard. I'm about to get up when transparent comment bubbles appear in front of my eyes. "Don't open the door! Valerio isn't the only one out there—there are a bunch of loan sharks with him as well!" "One of them is already infected with the zombie virus and is about to turn into a zombie!" "You'll die if you let them in!" Someone knocks on the door once again at that moment.

Story about love and bravery. Everyone can bow down in front of love even if that person is a beast. Hope and the fourth Prince of Khumalo Kingdom.