Novel & Cerita Sharp Nails Palace

At a family dinner, Don Vincenzo’s new pet, a dancer named Ava, came for me. She puffed out her chest and slammed a ledger on the long table. “Vincenzo, I accuse her! Skimming from the family business, our club ‘The Siren’s Song.’ Betraying the family!” Every eye in the room turned on me, sharp as knives. But Vincenzo, my boss… his face went hard. I almost pitied the little dancer who’d crawled her way out of Brooklyn. The “family business” she was talking about? It was my private club. A gift from my father. I just lent it to Vincenzo when he was starting out, to give him a respectable front. I lent it to him for two years, and now it’s family property?

"A year of silence, Elena. Did you really think I didn't smell your pulse jumping every time I walked past your desk? I’ve been starving for you for three hundred and sixty-five days." ​Elena Reyes is the perfect secretary. She’s efficient, invisible, and silent. For a year, she has survived the "Ice King" of New York, Silas Vane, by hiding her sharp wit and her curves behind oversized blazers. She thought she was safe. She thought he was just a man who cared more about spreadsheets than souls. ​She was wrong. ​Silas Vane isn't just a billionaire; he’s a predator. An Alpha who has been hunting Elena from across the office, waiting for the one moment her human mask would slip. ​That moment arrives with a single drop of blood. ​One sharp paper cut on a million-dollar report is all it takes. The metallic scent shatters Silas’s control, revealing the golden-eyed beast hiding beneath the four-thousand-dollar suit. In a heartbeat, the office doors are deadlocked, the lights are killed, and the "Ice King" is gone. ​Silas doesn't want her files anymore. He wants her soul, her body, and her submission. He claims she is his Lunar Anchor—the only woman capable of grounding his primal rage. But Elena doesn't bow to "Alphas," and she definitely doesn't follow orders—even when they’re growled against her skin. ​Trapped in a world of lethal pack wars and ancient blood-bonds, Elena has to decide: Is she Silas’s salvation, or is she the only thing capable of destroying him? ​"Lock the doors, Elena. You aren't leaving until you realize that you don't just work for me... you belong to me.”

“Tell me, Scarlett. What do you want?” His voice is a growl — low, filthy — fingers teasing beneath the lace of my panties, just enough to make me squirm. “Say it. I want to hear you beg for it.” He murmurs the words, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “We shouldn’t be doing this…” I whisper, breathless, my body already arching into his touch, betraying every word I just said. Then his fingers slide into my soaked folds, and a sharp moan escapes my lips. He chuckles. Dark. Wicked. “Then why are you so wet for me?” — All Scarlett Bennett wants after a messy divorce that nearly destroyed her reputation and forced her out of the career she loved is a fresh start with absolutely no complications. Even when she wakes up dazed after a reckless, mind-blowing one-night stand, she tells herself it was just sex. A mistake. A moment of weakness that would never happen again. Until she walks into her new office… and sees him. The man who had her spread across his bed, begging for more. The man she now works for. Lucien Whitmore. Lucien is all sharp edges and sin. He's a Billionaire. Brilliant. Mysterious and every bit as dangerous as he is irresistible. He is everything she should avoid — powerful, untouchable, and entirely too used to getting what he wants. And what he wants… is her. She swore it would never happen again. But when he’s got her bent over his desk, whispering praise in a voice that makes her knees weak, she forgets every reason she ever had to resist him. She’s not just a part of his empire now. She’s his favorite sin. And if the world finds out? They’ll both burn for it.

In Berlin still haunted by the fall of the Wall and a fragile Blood Moon Pact, art student Beatrice Stahl arrives seeking a fresh start. Instead, she walks into a nightmare of blood and fangs. Bitten by both a wolf and a vampire in one chaotic night, Beatrice becomes a cursed hybrid. Her blood holds the ability to break centuries of infertility and war… but it also makes her the ultimate target of Velan, a ruthless vampire lord who believes her rare blood can resurrect his lost love and reclaim his Prussian legacy. He suspects she is the last living link to the legendary Bloodstone, an artifact powerful enough to reshape the supernatural world. Hunted through a city on the brink of war, Beatrice is drawn between a fierce werewolf Alpha and an enigmatic cursed Prince. Alpha Brandon wants to claim her. Vampire prince Velan wants to use her. And Angelica? Her “friend” may be playing the deadliest game of all. Loyalties shatter. Obsession burns. And in the shadows of Charlottenburg Palace and the glittering clubs of Berlin, one question remains: Will Beatrice’s hybrid curse save the city… or destroy everyone she loves?

"I was just trying to steal some bread when the bond hit. One second I'm a rogue surviving on scraps. The next, I'm fated mate to THREE Princes. Not one. Not two. All three heirs to the throne. Damon, the brutal Crown Prince who thinks I'm a trap. Kieran, the charming second son who wants to seduce me. Caius, the scarred eldest who says he'll destroy his brothers to win. They say I have to choose one within a year, or the bond kills us all. The one I pick becomes King. The other two lose everything. But here's the problem: I don't want any of them. I just want to survive in a palace full of she-wolves who'd kill me for breathing. In a court where every smile hides a knife. With a bond that gets stronger every day, making it impossible to think straight when they're near. And the worst part? The longer I'm here, the harder it gets to imagine choosing only one. Because what if I'm falling for all three?"

He died cold and forgotten in a boardroom, then woke up choking on palace bathwater while his stepsister tried to finish the job. Welcome to hell, new body. Jay is now Prince Jayvyn, the royal family’s shameful, “too soft” Omega. The one they expect to spread his legs beautifully and die quietly. Fuck that noise. Three days until the Mate Selection, Jay does the impossible: he forces open his first cultivation meridian in secret, howling through the white-hot pain like the rules of Omegas don’t apply to him anymore. Now the kingdom’s most terrifying Alpha—General Kael Thorne, all brutal muscle and centuries of restrained hunger is looking at him like he wants to devour him whole. Kael has never wanted an Omega. Until Jay shows up. Two Alphas think they can claim him. One rebellious body that’s starting to ache for more than just survival. He died powerless once. This time, he’s going to make them beg for every inch of him.

The day after his beloved falsely accused Yvonne of hitting her with a car, her husband and two sons hung Yvonne’s younger brother above a massive vat of bubbling oil, threatening to deep-fry him alive. Yvonne rushed forward like she had gone mad, but the bodyguards held her back tightly. “Have you learned your lesson?” Justin stood nearby in a crisp suit. His sharp features were cold, and his voice was edged with ice. “Will you dare hurt Sophia again?” “I never hit her!” Yvonne cried, struggling desperately. “Justin, let my brother go! He’s only 18. He just got accepted into MOT University!”

Kei and Shima who were again hiding behind the bushes in the backyard in a state of fear. "Kei .. I want to go home. " - Shima "Shut up stupid. Later they will hear. " - Kei "I -I'm scared. " - Shima "Shh .. I said shut up! " - Kei The sound of breathing was too loud behind Kei and Shima. They both turned their heads slowly with fear. A large black shadow with its sharp teeth stared at them both sharply. "Shimaa! Run!! " - Kei "I want to go homeee !!! " - Shima They both ran as hard as they could without looking back. The big monster had chased Shima and Kei until the sirens sounded from afar. The giant stopped chasing Kei and Shima and went straight back to their house.

He never planned to touch her, let alone crave her. When ruthless billionaire Roman Thorne is forced into a strategic marriage, he chooses Elena Sinclair, quiet, obedient, and easily controlled. Or so he thought. Behind her innocent eyes is a sharp tongue, a hidden past, secrets, and curves that haunt his nights. Elena has no intention of being anyone’s trophy wife. She plays by her own rules, and Roman’s cold detachment only fuels her fire. Now Roman wants more than her name on his paperwork. He wants her moaning his name in the dark. He wants her loyalty. Her heart. Her everything. Too bad Elena didn’t come to be owned.

Javier Mendez is not the one to fancy human being, he hates it better if they don't exist. What happened when the arrogant human hater was mated to no one but a nerdy human who buries her head under her bang, and hides her eyes under a round rimmed spectacles. Javier made a vow. He's never going to reject her, nor is he going to claim her. He's going to bully her, break her, destroy her, and let her pay for being his mate! *** "What do you think about being my new prey?" I smirk, my nail digging deep into her waist, earning a sharp moan of pain from her. "You have no choice anyway, new prey"