Shook Novels & Stories

Samantha grew up in a very liberated type of family, so for her, kissing random people is not a big deal. One night, upon going to a bar, her friends dared her to kiss a random stranger, and ask for its name. Since Sam doesn't want to be teased as a weak person, she said yes. But inside her, she's nervously shaking. She never dared to kiss someone before. She's open-minded, but she wants to treasure her first kiss. But that night was different. She cannot refuse. So, she did what she had to do. She kissed the first guy to walk in front of her and her friends, but she didn't imagine that the kiss would last longer as she expected because the stranger kissed back and even held her nape to deepen the kiss which shook her mind to the core. But...what made her head turmoil even more is the fact that instead of pushing the man away, she finds her arms wrapped on the strangers' neck and answers every kiss that the stranger gives.

I was just a student who couldn't afford tuition. For five years, I was also the secret lover of Mafia Don Dante Costello. Publicly, I was his personal art restorer. In private, he spent his nights making me his, holding me close and kissing me breathless. Then his family arranged his engagement. To Isabella Rossi. A princess from a rival family. At their engagement party, Isabella stabbed the back of my hand with a shard of broken glass. He made me apologize. To her. For making a scene. Fighting back tears, I bowed my head to Isabella. When Isabella lost a bet and had to play Russian Roulette—one bullet, six chambers—he made me take her place. My hand shook as I raised the gun to my head. "You saved my life once," I told him. "Now you can have it back." The moment I vanished from his world, the ruthless Mafia Don who had everything under control...completely lost his mind.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes. "This is your original punishment, darling." And he won't refrain himself any more. Warning: Story might contain sexual content which might be unsuitable for some young readers. Read at your own risk because this author's work can be really addictive and you might get an unhealthy obsession with her written characters.

"I'll take my wolf form, make a run immediately I do." A young blonde haired lady with big green eyeballs said to a frail looking red haired girl. "No! You might as well get yourself killed Ava." She mind linked back. "Trust me Diana, I'm your elder sister. Once you escape, you can come back for me later." Diana shook her head countless times, but then her sister was ready. "Go find mother's sword Diana, and you'll be safe. Once you'll see it, it'll recognize you, and come to you." She heard her sister say. Just immediately Diana ran, she turned back for a second hoping Ava would be behind her, but no, she saw nakura use a Silver blade to stab her sister by the chest. "RUN!" That was the last word Diana heard before running into the dark scary path she knew nothing about. "She's as good as dead." Nakura's voice came next.

“Prey, tell what happens when… if you lose? What benefits am I to reap from this bet of yours?” This bastard had a lot of nerve.I could not back down from him. I knew I could see this contest through. I know I can make my dream a reality.“If I lost than…I will serve under your modeling agency for free for half a year. Does that seem fair enough?” I said regaining my confidence. I could not help but glared back at Elijah. “Sounds like a fair trade to me, little kitten.” He said. I do not like that nickname. No matter how sexy it sounded on his lips.“If I lose than I will publicly apologize to you, I.” Elijah said with a smile repeating the terms. “But it you lose than you work as a model in my business for free for half of the year. Sound about right?” Elijah said.I shook his hand. “Deal.”Elijah smiled to the point where his teeth reminded me of the big bad wolf. “Deal,” he said softly.

The night I confessed my love to my girlfriend, she wept so hard she could barely breathe. She said she had seen the future, and she wanted to make a promise with me. I asked her why. She only shook her head and said, "I don't remember… all I know is that in the future I regret something terribly. Frank, no matter what happens, you must give me three chances. Will you?" I was deeply in love with Agnes Grey, so I agreed without hesitation. But later, it was as if she had forgotten all about that night—forgotten it when she clung so intimately to her male assistant. Only then did I understand why she'd made me promise that all those years ago. Because the moment I signed my name on the divorce papers, I heard a familiar voice. It was Agnes at nineteen. Through her sobs, she pleaded, "Frank… you promised me, didn't you? You said you'd give me three chances."

“Mate!" All of a sudden, it wasn't just his beauty that shook me to the core anymore. But also the voice that spoke the word in my head. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach and I caught his eyes. Of all the people the moon goddess could have cursed me to, she chose the most merciless of all Alphas, Rolan McDrago, the Lycan-king of Bloodfrost kingdom. *** Anya Vale endures the brutal agony of her existence... served by her stepmother and basically everyone else in Silverfang pack. But The Fates spin a rare wheel and mark her mate to the Lycan-king of Bloodfrost Kingdom. Rejecting the impossibly handsome but ruthless tyrant would certainly get her executed, and accepting him would bring them both great doom. Torn between losing her life at the hands of the ruthless Alpha or eventually meeting her end by the ancient curse everyone believed she carried in her blood, Anya slowly begin to develop feelings for him. Struggling with his own lustful desires for Anya, his coldness does not just start to fade off, but he defies death itself for her. On the rough path of understanding the truth about herself, will Anya embrace the cursed bond between she and Rolan, or reject it at the ultimate risk of everything?

"You hate me, right?" I shook my head but he pulled me closer to his chest. "Feelings are mutual honey," his hot minty breath reached to my ears. He gripped my arms tightly and I winced from the pain. A tear fell from my eyes, I tried to push him but he was way stronger than me. "Daniyal, it's hurting" i cried out. "I know right," he smirked at me. He leaned into me and his lips were about to touch mine, I pushed him away with full force "What were you doing with me Daniyal?" I yelled, his face was red from anger, he held my wrist and pushed me to the walls. "You think, I'll do this with you, really?" He let out a loud chuckle and shot a glare at me. "You're just a piece of trash,my dad bought for me to play but I don't wanna lower my standard so don't worry, I'm not gonna touch you, " his words shattered my heart into pieces. I was his wife, his unwanted wife.

I noticed Stacy besides him and peering at her hand clutching his arm, it was plausible that she is his girlfriend. Leo already moved on? How could he and that quickly? We just got divorced three days ago and he's already dating someone? "Hi Margaret." He smiled at me. I was so startled I couldn't speak my lips faltered and my eye lashes shook. "Hello?" Stacy spanned her hand towards me. I peeked at her lips which were coated with crimson lipstick, her owl-like eyes, her flawless cheeks and her remarkable nose. She wore a dashing ruddy gown which disclosed her curvaceous hips. She shook my hand, "I am Stacy Leo's fiancée." She smiled with her mouth slightly opened I could plainly see her dazzling angel-white incisors. She's not just a girlfriend. Leo's engaged to her? Unbelievable! Little wonder why he always kept late nights while we were together. And the rumors about him having an affair, they were really true.

Three days before my wedding, Adrian canceled it for the fifty-second time. He came to the Palermo workshop to approve my gown’s crest embroidery, but the moment I stepped out from the fitting curtain, he snatched up his holster and radio. “Torino bastards smashed Bianca’s vineyard, surrounded the estate. Lia’s terrified, so I have to go. The wedding is off.” Once, I would have stopped him and demanded to know who mattered more to him, me or Bianca. This time, I simply let him go. Thirty minutes later, Bianca posted an Instagram Story: [You’re the only shelter for me and my daughter.] The photo showed Adrian holding Bianca close, with Lia in his arms, calling him Dad. They looked like a real family. My parents sighed. “Seraphina, is the wedding in Hawaii off again? We’ve already sent the invitations to every renowned Italian family. What will this do to the Bellini family’s honor?” I shook my head, tapping the backup invite. "The wedding goes on.  In three days, I’ll still be a bride. Just not Adrian’s."