Silk And Honey Novels & Stories

"I’ll marry you... but only if you save my mother," Melinda Jason whispered, her voice trembling with raw desperation as she stood before the intimidating billionaire Stanley Stewart. He looked at her with cold piercing eyes and replied, “Fine. But you’ll give me an heir. That’s the only reason I need a wife.” She ran to him with guts and reckless hope, signing the contract marriage that promised to save her dying mother. On their wedding night, however, Stanley tore away her virginity in the most humiliating way possible. “You’re nothing but a vessel,” he said coldly as he took her without emotion, leaving her shattered and bleeding on silk sheets. “Don’t expect love. This is a transaction!!” When Melinda discovered she was pregnant, she dared to hope again. “Maybe this baby will change everything,” she whispered to herself, gently touching her stomach. But fate delivered a brutal betrayal. She overheard Stanley speaking to his family: “She was only ever a breeding vessel. Once the child is born, we take him and dispose of her. She means nothing to me.” Heartbroken and furious, Melinda swore her child would never become a pawn in his dangerous mafia empire. She vanished without a trace, faking her death to protect her unborn baby. Six years later, the world knows her as Dr. Melinda Jason, a brilliant, untouchable neurosurgeon radiating power, beauty, and icy poise. Now the tables have turned. The man who once used her so cruelly is on his knees before her, his voice breaking as he begs, “Melinda… please. Give me a chance to make this right.” Will she destroy the billionaire who broke her… or finally do him to the fullest?

*Synopsis: The Rebirth of the Mafia Queen* Caterina Moretti died at 22 in a red silk gown, betrayed by her husband, her consigliere, and the alliance she trusted. She was shot in her own family’s ballroom, a casualty of a war she was too soft to win. She wakes up at 19. Three years before her marriage to Luca Vale. Three years before her death. Same name, same family, different rules. This time, Caterina remembers everything. Refusing the Vale engagement, she moves first. She burns the evidence that would have been used against her, allies with the Russian Bratva for control of the Naples port, and puts her own people in place. Her decisive, ruthless moves shock the Moretti family and ignite a war with the Vales. In the chaos, Matteo Russo appears. Son of a rival family, he should be her enemy. But he remembers her death too. He was two days too late to save her last time. In this life, he isn’t. He becomes her shadow, her shield, and eventually the one person she lets close. To secure peace, Matteo enters a paper marriage with Anya Orlova, cousin to the Bratva leader, while forming a fragile, loyal triangle with Caterina. Over months of blood, betrayal, and strategy, Caterina dismantles the Vales piece by piece. She exposes traitors in her own house, survives assassination attempts, and takes control of the city’s ports, money, and power. When her father steps down, she claims the title of Don. No longer the girl who waited to be chosen, Caterina rules with precision. She builds a new kind of family with Matteo and Anya at her side. This is the story of a woman who died once, came back, and decided she would never die waiting again.

“No man will ever want you, Olivia.” He said, his gaze raking over her like she was something pathetic. “Look at you. You let yourself go. Face it, you should be grateful I’m even offering you this.” An open relationship. After he cheated. After she sacrificed everything for him. Olivia should have cried and begged. But instead, she smiled. “We’ll see about that.” And hours later, she found herself tangled in silk sheets, gasping for air as a rough, calloused hand gripped her thigh. “He said no man would want you?” He thrust harder into her. “Good. That means you’re mine now.” ************ He broke her heart. His best friend will fix her. When Olivia’s husband proudly admits to cheating and has the audacity to suggest an open marriage, she realizes the man she gave up everything for never truly valued her. Once a sought-after model, she quit for him. Now, he mocks her, calling her fat at a size six, sneering that no man will ever want her again. Humiliated but furious, she’s determined to prove him wrong. And the man who takes up the challenge? Dante Devereux, her husband’s best friend. Dante is the genius behind Luxe Devereux. He’s called the king of high fashion, draped in money and luxury. Women worship him, men envy him, and cameras can’t look away. One reckless night pulls Olivia into his bed, into his world of luxury, lust, and temptation so dark it should be illegal. But Dante doesn’t just take. He claims. He possesses. He corrupts. And he has no plan of letting go of his best friend’s wife.

I went to my best friend's place for her birthday, and out of nowhere, she started complaining. "I'm so jealous of you," she said. "Your boyfriend has basically no sex drive." "Mine's the complete opposite. He wanted it seven times last night. I was crying so hard I lost my voice, and he still wouldn't stop." I gave her a sympathetic smile. "That just means he's crazy about you. Unlike mine—he's practically celibate. Like a monk." She raised an eyebrow, casually stroking the two-million-dollar ruby bangle on her wrist. "He's not bad," she said, a hint of smugness in her voice. "He was with his ex for five years, but he still chose to marry me behind her back. He was so afraid she'd push for marriage that he faked going bankrupt and told her he had ALS. "The girl wouldn't let go, though. She sold her blood, her kidney—whatever it took—to scrape together money for his treatment. "She was working the graveyard shift at a factory, while he and I were fooling around in a twenty-million-dollar villa." I froze. To help my boyfriend Nathan Whitley pay for his ALS treatment, I had done all of those things. Before I could even process it, the door opened, and a tall, sharply dressed man walked in. "Babe," he said, "I got that strawberry flavor you like. How about wearing that silk nightie tonight?" Our eyes met. I stood there, frozen in shock, a chill running down my spine. It was Nathan Whitley—the man who was supposed to be broke, bedridden, and dying of ALS.

Clara Lane lives a fatal deception. She’s the enigmatic, most-wanted escort in the glitzy, cutthroat world of the city’s elite, an ultra-exclusive underground club where billionaires live out their worst dreams: The Velvet Den. But beneath the silk skirts and immaculate make-up sits a deadly secret. Clara is a rogue renegade she-wolf. She must survive in human territory by avoiding the ferocious local packs and affording her ailing brother’s life-saving medical treatments. Every night she coats her skin with a silver-laced chemical that burns her flesh in misery but keeps her wolf scent from giving her away. Enter Dominic Vance. By day, he was a ruthless billionaire mogul; by night, the most feared, untamed alpha king of the magical underground. Dominic is fed up with his pack leaders demanding an heir and tired of the shallow, submissive high-society she-wolves paraded before him. The beast within him is wild, restless, hungering for a true equal. Dominic expects only scorn from The Velvet Den to close a multibillion-dollar multinational deal. Then Clara goes inside his personal V.I.P. lounge. Their eyes meet, and the air is thick enough to choke on. Dominic's inner wolf roars in awful, primordial recognition through the heavy covering of her pharmaceutical perfume. She is his fated mate. The secret smell she’s drunk fills the room, locking her in place while Dominic’s overwhelming alpha scent intoxicates her. He is driven by a ferocious need to know all the secrets of those wonderful, fearful eyes. Clara knows that to give up to his touch is sure death for a rogue, yet her body betrays her, aching for his dominant embrace. In a world of wealth, danger, and raw flame, the billionaire Alpha will tear the city apart for what belongs to him.

Everyone thought Stellar Rivers was a fraud—a fake heiress thrown out by the powerful Harlow family. They believed her real parents were supposedly poor nobodies from the countryside. With nowhere else to go, she clung to Percy Moore, the youngest heir of the illustrious Moore family. Try as they might, no one could drive her away. But when Stellar overheard that Percy planned to marry the Harlow family’s true heiress, her lifelong rival, everything changed. Fine, he could have his perfect match. Stellar wasn’t going to waste another moment on someone who didn’t value her. Instead, she turned her back on him and reclaimed the life that had always been hers. A country bumpkin? Hardly. It turned out Stellar’s real family was wealthier and more powerful than anyone could imagine. With four influential uncles showering her with love and protection, she was ready to take the world by storm. And while she believed in playing fair, she also knew one thing: revenge was best served by her own hand. Meanwhile, Percy’s perfect world began to unravel. Without Stellar, his life was a mess—his business floundered, his fiancée’s reputation crumbled, and his carefully constructed future came crashing down. Desperate and full of regret, he showed up at Stellar’s doorstep, begging her to come back. But Stellar only smirked, casually leaning onto the tall, devastatingly handsome man at her side. “Sorry, Percy. I don’t take back what I’ve already let go.” As if that wasn’t enough, Stellar even dismissed the powerful man standing beside her, leaving him in the dust. “I said it before, and I’ll say it again—I don’t go back to what’s already behind me.” Even Stephen Ward, who broken off their engagement before they ever met, found himself on his knees, pleading, “Honey, I was wrong. Please, give me another chance!”

After returning from a three-month business trip, I rushed to meet my fiancé and resolve our dispute over my best friend, Elena. Elena’s ex-husband left her penniless and broken. I offered her my apartment, helped her "find herself" and accompanied her through nights of tequila-soaked sobbing. My fiance, Julian, hated it. Or so he said. "She’s a leech, Clara," he’d snap, watching her try on my designer coats. "She doesn't even know how to make toast without calling for help. Are you her best friend or her maid? People like her don't want to heal; they just want a free ride." She's lost everything, Julian," I argued."Without her, I wouldn't have survived my mother’s death. Please, just be patient for me." I let myself in quietly. The house was still, the air smelling of expensive candles and something else—something sweet and floral that wasn't mine. I walked toward the master suite, expecting to find Julian asleep. Instead, the door was ajar. The wine bottle I had brought to surprise Julian slipped from my hand, leaving me paralyzed for a moment. Elena was draped across my silk sheets. Julian was hovering over her, expertly shucking oysters—my favorite—and feeding them to her with a look of doting, soft-eyed tenderness he hadn't shown me in months. "You're so much better at this than she is," Julian purred. "Because she’s cold, Julian," Elena whispered, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. "She’s all business. She doesn't know how to satisfy men in bed." I stood in the doorway, my whole self trembling, not in cold but in pure rage and disgust. "I hope the oysters are fresh," I said, my voice cutting through the room like a blade.

Rule number one at Valour Group: Never stay past 6:00 PM. For most, leaving work early is a dream. For Katlyn Sterling, it’s a survival tactic. As the only assistant fierce enough to handle the cold and aloof billionaire Lukas Valour Hart, she has spent three long years strictly adhering to the rules—especially the one regarding his office door after sunset. She is used to his impossible demands and his suffocating silence, until the day the stakes become too high to walk away. When an urgent file forces Katlyn to breach his penthouse office at 6:01 PM, she doesn't find her billionaire boss. She finds a monster. Amidst shredded silk and shattered glass, Lukas Heart is mid-shift, a beast of shadow and golden eyes groaning in agonizing pain as he transforms into something unexplainable. Terrified, Katlyn does the only thing a sane person would do: she flees. But she doesn't get far before her beastly boss buries his fangs deep into the curve of her neck. She escapes the office, breathless and trembling, only to find the nightmare has followed her home. Waiting in her living room, laughing with her family, is Lukas. He isn't the boss she knows; he’s a predator wearing a suit, his smile a silent warning that her life is no longer her own. The next morning, Katlyn is ready to fly her family out of Jersey with a resignation letter in hand. But Lukas doesn't just reject her notice—he issues a demand. "Unfortunately, I marked you last night, assistant," he purrs, his gaze sweeping over her with possessive heat. "You can't leave. You won't survive twenty-four hours without my scent nearby. And since I need to ensure my secret stays buried... prepare yourself. We’re getting married in a week.”

On the first day of my position as the branch manager of the branch company, I tell my assistant, Derek Mahoney, to not follow me around, seeing as I want to scope out the actual situation at the company in advance. After entering an elevator, I notice that a male colleague has his hands full because of a box he's carrying, so I help him jab the button of the floor he wants to visit. Before I can even retract my arm, the female colleague next to me is quick to slap my hand off the panel. "Where do you think you're touching? Are you trying to get cozy with him just because he's a guy?" The male colleague is stunned, to say the least. He quickly spoke to her in a lowered tone, "Are you nuts, honey? That lady was just lending me a helping hand!" The woman merely pinches the colleague furiously before hoisting me by the collar. "Lending you a helping hand, huh? She's already rubbing up on you and trying to help you out in every way possible even though I'm around. Does that mean she'll start seducing you outright if I'm not here?" I frown at the woman's logic and try to be reasonable with her. "Ma'am, please show me some respect. I'm the new—" "You're new?" The woman cuts me off with a scoff. "How dare you seduce my husband on your first day here! You really think I don't exist at all, huh?" Seeing as the elevator has reached my floor, I don't want to waste my time on the crazy woman any longer, so I try to leave. Mistaking my reaction for one of guilt, the woman quickly grabs my collar and yell, "Now you're trying to leave after stirring shit up, hmm? A minx like you isn't permitted to stay in the company! You must get fired immediately!"

My younger sister, Noelle Lynch's 18th birthday wish is to personally give me the wedding bouquet at my wedding. That's why throughout the five years of Noelle getting tormented by polio, the sentence that I utter to my fiance, Jeremy Morgan, the most is, "Wait a little longer." I want to wait till Noelle is fully recovered and can give me the wedding bouquet. Only when that time comes will the wedding be held. At first, Jeremy keeps arguing with me over this matter. "You're marrying me, not Noelle! Is it that important for her to attend our wedding? My mom really wants us to have a child! If we're not getting married by this year, then we might as well break up!" Things between us have soured since that day. When Noelle finally recovers from polio at the end of the year and wins the pageant as Miss Global Winner, I specifically give myself a long vacation. Then, I secretly contact the wedding planning company in hopes of moving the wedding date forward. But the staff member asks me in shock, "Didn't Mr. Morgan hold his wedding last month?" She even digs out the backup video from the wedding on her computer. In the video, Jeremy can be seen wearing a white suit. With red-rimmed eyes, he slides a ring onto the bride's finger. Shockingly enough, this bride is Noelle, the very same person who keeps claiming that I'm her salvation. I feel as though I've plunged into an icy abyss. Subconsciously, I log into Noelle's social media account. The first thing I see is a barrage of messages from Jeremy. "Honey, I already told her that I'd go on a business trip for a month. We'll meet up at the airport right on time. "By the way, remember to bring the black lace stockings that I've given you. I'm already looking forward to seeing you wearing them…" I clutch my phone tightly at the sight of the messages. Then, I hail a cab and rush to the airport immediately.