Shenron Arm Tattoo Novels & Stories

Veronica's husband stole her body before he ever raised a hand to her. While she lay unconscious from secret donor surgeries, Caleb and his mistress Ava were carving her up, piece by piece, and grooming her own daughter to call another woman "mommy." ‎ ‎When she finally wakes up broken, diagnosed with a degenerative organ-failure syndrome, and utterly alone, Veronica realizes the people who were supposed to love her had already decided she was easier to use than to leave. ‎ ‎So she lets them believe she's dead. ‎ ‎With a billionaire ex-classmate as her strategic husband, a new face, and a folder of evidence that could end Caleb's empire, Veronica rebuilds herself from the ashes of a marriage that nearly killed her. Every forged signature, every payoff, every cover-up gets fed back to the man who thought he buried her for good. ‎ ‎Then she walks back into his boardroom alive, on another man's arm, and watches twelve years of lies collapse in real time. ‎

My fated mate, Alpha Baton, had once shackled his bloodlust for me. He’d built a corporate empire from the ashes of his bloody conquests, all to give me a civilized home. Even when my father was framed for murdering the brother of his first love, Seraphina, he held me gently. "Don't worry, Tricia. I'll face this with you." But on the day of the trial, my father was condemned as a murderer and exiled to the North. And Baton? He was celebrating, with his arm wrapped around Seraphina. I hunted down the witness, demanding answers, only to find him trembling as he stared at Baton, who stood right behind me. It was Baton. He had threatened the witness into lying. He was willing to destroy my father, just to make Seraphina happy. "Seraphina's brother is dead. Someone has to pay the price." The mate bond between us didn't just snap—it shattered. Agony ripped through my soul. If I meant nothing to him, our marking ceremony was a promise. And now, it was one I had to break.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my wife but you in this world?" As I look at Bradley's nonchalant expression, I just shoot him a smile. But when I leave the room, I dial a number. "Philip, Bradley has cheated on me with another woman. I want him to be locked behind bars for the rest of his life."

God is always fair, but the world is never fair. Sometimes to defeat bad people, you must become a bad one yourself. His bloody hands rested on his knees which were spread apart. His head was bent and he looked perfect for the job. I just offered him my hand."I don't need your help. I can get up on my own."I raised an eyebrow at him and connected my hand with his. I attempted to pull him up. But, he didn't budge. I tried again, but no luck. This time, he growled. "Stop it and get lost. Leave me alone." He pointed his finger at me. I immediately caught hold of the finger and attempted to snap it, but he was quicker than me. He caught my hand which was holding his finger and twisted it so that my arm was strangling my own neck and I was pressed against his chest. We broke into a fight and in the end, we both were breathless and I was straddling him.

“Stop the wedding,” Revan’s voice boomed across the garden. It was loud and clear that it made everyone freeze. Citrine smiled and slowly let go of Gael’s arm, perplexing every guest. “Citrine, babe, w-what are you doing?” he stuttered. He was about to grab her hand when the sex video of him and Citrine’s half-sister began to play. Embarrassed by his cheating ass, he quickly left the venue along with Trisha. “Now, sorry about that father; can we continue the ceremony?” Citrine asks politely as if nothing has happened. “But the groo—” “I am here,” Revan said as he approached Citrine. *** Citrine Lustrio is the illegitimate daughter of a business tycoon; she grew up being mistreated and neglected by her family, and to make matters worse, she discovered her fiancé cheating on her with her half-sister. Determined to break free from her messed-up life and exact revenge, she struck a deal with Revan, the CEO of Soldevilla Group—the man who had betrayed and broken her heart six years ago.

My boyfriend refuses to accompany me to the airport to pick my mother up, but he later rams into my car from behind in my new Maybach. He looks at my secondhand car and wraps an arm around the young woman beside him, who looks frightened. He says, "It's just a rusty old Volkswagen Beetle! So what if I've crashed into it? I can afford to pay for the damages!" The crowd praises him for being handsome and rich. With his back to them, he warns, "This is the woman my mom wants me to date. I'm just playing along for her sake. Don't make things embarrassing for me." I nod understandingly and tell the young woman, "Since you like collecting trash so much, you can have both him and the car. I'll have my lawyer send you the bill." Now, my boyfriend panics. He looks devastated as he hangs around outside my company all day, begging me to give him another chance.

My husband doesn't love me or our daughter. It's been six years since she was born, but he's never held her. The doctors say he has an emotional disorder, and that he doesn't know how to express the way he feels. But when his true love returns, he smiles at us for the first time. He even brings our daughter a gift. I think it's because he's finally seen sense… until she and I see the photo he uses as his phone's wallpaper. In it, his eyes are crinkled as he smiles. He has one arm around a little girl whose front tooth is missing, and he holds his true love's hand with the other. My daughter tugs on my hand, and her eyes redden. "Mommy, do you think we should leave? Should we give Daddy three final chances? Let's leave him if he still doesn't want us after that."

Vasilios was just as quick, his hand gripping my arm and pulling me into his arms quicker than I could blink.  “You ran away from me once, Cassandra, you won't be doing so again.” “What are you going to do? Chain me up? Stick me in a tower and throw away the key? I don't belong to you, Vasilios,” I raged, pushing against his chest. “You may not belong to me, but you're still my mate and my wife!” he threw back, anger burning in his ice blue eyes. ~~~ Three years ago, Cassie ran away from her family and her life as the newly married bride and future Luna of the ruthless Vasilios Kythira. Making a new life for herself wasn't easy, but she did it. Will this life be torn to pieces when Vasilios finds her? Or will she find that he was what had been missing all along... ~~~ This is the second book in the My Mafia series, and while it is a continuation of My Mafia Master, it can be read as a standalone book.

The night before graduation, my best friend Sophie talked me into confessing to Lucas Sterling, the boy I'd secretly loved for three years. She said Lucas was at the basketball court, wearing a white T-shirt. I gathered every ounce of courage I had, grabbed the bouquet of roses, and rushed over. I came up behind a boy and covered his eyes with my hands. "Lucas, I've liked you for so long!" I felt his body go rigid. He turned around — and the face staring back at me was dangerously handsome, with a wild edge to his gaze. It was Dominic Blackwood. The one person at Westfield High that nobody dared to cross. I spun around to run, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me against his chest. He dipped his head, breathing in the scent of my hair, his voice rough and low. "What did you just say? That you like me?" "Say it again." "If you don't, I'll kiss you right here in front of the whole school."

When Naila wakes up in a hospital bed with no memory of her past, she is told two shocking truths, she is five months pregnant and she is engaged to billionaire hotel heir Toby Anetakis. Toby claims to be her fiance, but yet he keeps her at arm’s length, his golden eyes filled with suspicion and restraint. He says she betrayed him, stole from him and lied to him. But Naila remembers none of it. As he takes her to his private island in Greece for recovery, buried emotions begin to surface with familiar touches, stolen kisses, and a dangerous chemistry her body remembers even if her mind does not. Yet the deeper truth is far more terrifying. Because Naila’s abduction was no accident. Now trapped between forgotten love, hidden enemies, and a baby that binds them forever, Naila must uncover the truth before her past returns to claim her. But when her memories finally return, will Toby still choose her? Or will the truth break them beyond repair?