Shipping Aro Novels & Stories

Ten years of marriage, and my husband slid the divorce papers across his mahogany desk. "You contributed nothing to this family. Under the prenup, you walk away with nothing." "Consider this a courtesy. Ten thousand a year. A hundred grand for a decade of your youth." "Don't even think about touching a cent of family money." I smiled and signed. I'm the kind of woman who's already died once. The next day, I took that hundred-thousand-dollar check and walked straight into the territory of his most dangerous enemy—Dominic Salucci. The man who controls half the East Coast underworld looked at me like I was inventory he hadn't ordered. "Why should I help you?" I leaned in close. "Because I know every decision Vincent Moretti is going to make for the next ten years. Every property. Every shipping route. And I know about the son he's hiding in Zurich." He studied me for a long moment. Then he smiled. "Interesting." What he doesn't know—what Vincent doesn't know—is that in my last life, men like them buried me without a second thought. This time, I'm going to watch every last one of them kneel.

Naya is twenty one and is waiting for her twenty second birthday where she gets her trust fund left by her grandmother, grandma Millie, so she can finally leave her authoritarian father and start her life without him dictating it. but to her greatest shock her father wants her married as a way to seal a merger deal with the Carters, she wants to leave but her father threatens to expose her alcoholic mother, so she has to marry the asshole and wait until she's twenty two which is in eight months, get her trust funds, divorce him and take her mother away and live her life the way she wants it. William James Carter is the CEO of the Carter shipping empire and Is listed as one of Forbes most eligible bachelor, but when his grandfather tells him he is to marry Naya, a girl he's never heard about and no pictures of her whatsoever, he refuses because he has a girlfriend Suzanne Pierce, who his grandfather finds lacking and now his grandfather threatens to disinherit him and give the CEO position to his cousin if he refuses to marry Naya Carrington, he has to agree, now he is saddled with a wife who hates him for ruining her plans. But when romance blooms between the two of them, they both fight the dangers, lies and betrayals that surrounded them.

I woke up from a nightmare, and I was back. Back in the year the Falcone family went to war with the Morozovs for the shipping lanes. I was the Donna of the Falcone family. The woman they all envied. And the first thing I did? I got rid of the baby in my belly. My husband's child. Don Enzo's. Because in my last life, on the day I gave birth, Enzo held up a baby with blue eyes. His own eyes were blazing. "How dare you sleep with a Morozov," he snarled, "and birth their blue-eyed bastard!" The family sentenced me to death. They threw me in a cell. I didn't learn the truth until the very end. That baby belonged to Eliana—Enzo's first love. She was the one sleeping with our sworn enemy. The Morozovs. And Enzo? He stole my rightful heir and swapped him for her bastard. They made me the family traitor. And left my body to rot in a cold, damp cell. And my own son—his mind twisted by that bitch—stood over my corpse and cursed my name. When I opened my eyes again, I was three months pregnant. I didn't hesitate. I walked into a clinic and ended it. Before I left, I took a different kind of shot. High-grade hormones, straight from the black market. It fakes the signs of pregnancy. Fools even the best blood tests. Enzo needed a baby to cover for Eliana's sins. Fine. Let's play.

Three years into a cold, contract marriage, Evelyn Vance realizes her sacrifice was for nothing. Despite playing the part of the perfect, distant wife to the ruthless tycoon Rhysander Bert, her father secretly gambled away the bailout money Rhysander provided, destroying the very legacy Evelyn sold her freedom to save. The story flashes back to the day the deal was struck. Evelyn’s father had pathetically tried to force Rhysander into a marriage pact to save his failing shipping company, only to be met with cold mockery. Just as they were being ushered out, Evelyn stepped from the shadows and negotiated her own sale. Instead of a romance, she proposed a three-year "merger." She offered Rhysander a PR makeover and access to exclusive port permits in exchange for capital and protection for her family's business. Impressed by her calculated, business-like stoicism, Rhysander agreed, with the lethal warning that he would ruin her family if she ever embarrassed his name. Evelyn had sacrificed her freedom for help. Years later, she meets the woman who was Rhysander's first love and she knows that her time to leave has arrived. The first love tries to cause trouble, however, Evelyn is not one to take insults lying down. She immediately defends herself. Rhysander gets drugged and sleeps with Evelyn, then she leaves the next day. Seven years later, Evelyn comes back to the country with her children, who are also Rhysander's children and they bump into each other at the airport. Rhysander is shocked and surprised to see her at the airport.

My pathetic older brother embezzled millions of dollars from the most ruthless billionaire in New York City, and the absolute only way to save my last remaining family member from a federal maximum-security prison is to physically sign my entire life away on a legally binding marriage contract. I foolishly thought I was simply surrendering my family's massive shipping empire to Damien Sterling to pay off a corporate debt, but the psychotic, golden-eyed monster had a completely different, terrifying obsession from the very beginning. Damien did not just want to conquer my company; he wanted absolute, permanent ownership of my body trapped securely inside his penthouse, and he was completely willing to orchestrate my father's fatal car crash three years ago just to force my inexperienced brother into a corner and corner me into his bed. When I discover the horrifying truth about my father's brutal murder and steal a loaded silver revolver to escape his heavily guarded estate, I accidentally drive straight into the territory of the bloodthirsty Russian mafia who want to use my life as physical leverage against my ruthless new husband. Now Damien is actively slaughtering his way through an entire warehouse of heavily armed men just to drag me back to his gilded cage, and I am terrifyingly forced to realize that the dominant monster who completely ruined my life is the exact same man who will brutally butcher anyone else who dares to touch his legally contracted wife.

Note- this is an omegaverse where men gives birth- A marriage signed in blood. A poisoner in a silk suit. And the lie that could burn an empire to the ground. Santiago Rivera is the cold-blooded Don of Rivera Global. He doesn’t do love, and he certainly doesn't do mercy. But to seize the North Atlantic shipping routes and bury the rival Cruz family forever, he needs a husband. When Eduardo Cruz offers up his most chaotic, scandal-ridden grandson as a blood-sacrifice, Santiago takes the bait. He expects a puppet. He expects a brat. He doesn't expect a man who tastes like danger and looks like a prayer. Lanka Cruz is living a dead man’s life. Forced to wear his cousin’s name and hide his own identity, he’s trapped in a den of wolves. To the world, he’s the "Devil of Coral Gables"—a drug-addled socialite with a trail of bodies in his wake. In reality, he’s a painter caught in a mafia crossfire, forced into a marriage with the one man powerful enough to execute him if the truth ever leaks. The rules were simple: Stay in the penthouse. Play the part. Never let the Rivera Don under your skin. But in the humid heat of Miami, the lines between a merger and a murder begin to blur. Santiago is hungry for the truth, and Lanka is starving for a touch that isn't a threat. As the Rivera family circles like sharks and the ghosts of Lanka’s past come screaming for blood, the only thing more dangerous than the lie is the heat between them.

Megan Corteza fell in love with the school’s football quarterback, Ashton Pritzgold. She has a simple beauty, but she is the number one all over senior high school students, but she lacked with one thing, and that is money which matters in their school to become famous that is why she was never on Ashton’s radar. Ashton Priztgold is the most popular guy on campus because he got it all, intelligent, hot, handsome, and the football prodigy, and most of all, son of the filthy rich business tycoon in the country. Megan always kept away from the rich, but one day she was shocked when Ashton approached her, and she became the envy of all the girls on campus, and her once peaceful life became chaotic because of him. For Ashton, Megan was way out of his league because hot cheerleaders and rich girls will always chase him around, but he was on a mission to know her and couldn’t stop himself from falling in love with her. And he didn’t foresee the big mistake he had made will hurt her whole being and shattered not only her heart but her entire future. Megan was broken-hearted and left no choice but to left her home after her high school graduation and promised herself never to forgive Ashton for what he had done to her. Ashton is now the CEO of Pritzgold International Shipping Lines, Incorporated. After eight years, he meets Megan again, and he realized he was such a fool for hurting her because, after so many years, he realized Megan was still his one great love.

TWO PINK LINES, ONE NIGHT STAND --- Beth Williams knew the rules at Knight Tower: clean, stay invisible, never look the billionaire in the eye. She broke them all at the masquerade gala. One spilled drink on CEO Adrian Knight became a $50,000 dance. One dance became one elevator. One night in a masked stranger’s arms became two pink lines six weeks later. Now Beth is fired, homeless, and pregnant with Adrian’s baby. He doesn’t remember her face from that night, but he remembers the scandal: a cleaner accused of corporate espionage. When she tells him the truth, Adrian voids his engagement to shipping heiress Valeria D’Souza and moves Beth into his penthouse that night. There are no phones. No unlocked doors. No escape. Adrian calls it “protection.” Beth calls it a gilded cage. He’s haunted by his mother’s death in childbirth and believes control keeps people alive. His heir will not grow up poor, endangered, or unloved, even if he has to become a monster to guarantee it. But Valeria brings a knife to Beth’s throat. The board demands a paternity test. And when Beth bleeds at 14 weeks, Adrian flies them to a private island with no way out. Trapped together, Beth learns Adrian kept her hairpin from that night. He never forgot her. She was his first choice in ten years, not a mistake. When premature labor, CPS, and his own trauma collide, Adrian must decide what he fears more: losing control, or losing her. Because Knights don’t lose what’s theirs. The question is whether Beth will choose to be his.

My best friend Chloe and I married into the mob. We married two brothers. I married the monster, Don Adriano. She married his wild younger brother, Lorenzo. It was an arranged marriage. I expected nothing. His heart belonged to his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. Then my father died. My autistic brother, Leo, became my world. I signed over my family’s entire shipping empire to Adriano. He held me that night. Kissed the tears from my eyes. He swore he’d protect us forever. I believed him. That was my mistake. Three days ago, a rival family hit us. They left Leo bleeding out in my arms. I got him to our private hospital. It was empty. Not a single doctor on duty. I called Adriano, screaming for help. He had sent every last doctor to Isabella’s villa. "A storm's coming. Isabella is terrified of thunder. The stress could trigger her heart condition. I can't risk it. Your brother has a scratch. Patch him up. I’ll deal with it tomorrow." He hung up. While Isabella slept safely in his arms, I lost my brother. I cried all night, holding Leo's cold body. When I woke up, I told Chloe I wanted a divorce. She held me, sobbing. She said she was leaving Lorenzo, too. The Moretti brothers didn't know a thing until they were both served divorce papers. Then they went insane.

My mafia husband, Vincent Santoro, was born a monster, incapable of loving anyone. But one day, I discovered he was hiding a ‘forbidden fruit’. A girl from the slums, Claire Murphy. Scarred by life, yet as beautiful as a wildflower growing through concrete. For a man who'd waded through blood his whole life, she was a fatal attraction he never saw coming. He thought he'd covered his tracks. He was wrong. At the Santoro family's annual dinner, I confronted him about Claire, tears streaking down my face. He just lightly frowned, then had his consigliere slide the divorce papers across the table to me. "Isabella. Sign it. The three North Side docks and the shipping lines are yours." I tore the papers to shreds. He just kept raising the offer. He had me thrown into the freezing waters of Lake Michigan. He blew up my family's distillery—the Romano family's legacy. Finally, he took my parents. Tied them in an abandoned warehouse and made one watch as he set the other on fire. "Sign, or watch them burn. Your choice." I begged him on my knees, but a roar of flames consumed the world— The heat seared my skin, the ash of my parents clinging to my face. "No... NO!" When I opened my eyes, I was back. Back on the day I first learned about Claire. This time, no tears, no drama. That night, I called my family in Sicily and set my escape in motion. But the moment I vanished from his world… Vincent Santoro went insane.