Skel Suit Novels & Stories

On the day I rejected Isabelle Hale, Wall Street's newest golden girl, everyone thought I had lost my mind. She had everything: a Wharton degree, a national finance championship, a perfect family name, and a résumé polished enough to make doors open before she even knocked. But I knew what was hiding behind that name. Fifty years ago, her grandfather stole my grandmother's acceptance letter, her New York scholarship, and the future she had earned with her own hands. He used them to escape an Appalachian coal town with another woman, then built himself into a celebrated Ivy League professor who lectured rich students about ethics. My real grandmother, Grace Walker, was left behind in coal dust and shame. My mother grew up carrying the weight of that stolen life. They lifted me out anyway. I made it all the way to Manhattan, to a glass conference room at Northbridge Capital, where Isabelle sat across from me in a black suit tailored like victory. She thought her family name would protect her. She thought I would bow. Instead, I closed her file and said, "You didn't pass." By the next morning, they had fired me, dragged my name through the mud, and turned a press conference into my public trial. They forgot one thing. I didn't climb to the top of Wall Street to beg for a seat at their table. I came to take back every name, every chance, and every voice they stole from women like us.

When I was seven, Victor Medici took me off the streets of Brooklyn. From that moment on, I became a blade hidden in the shadows of the Medici family. The Medici family was one of the five major mafia families in New York City, and Victor was the family’s Don. By fifteen, I had learned how to handle a gun and a knife. I could carry out the family’s “clean-up” orders with precision. By eighteen, I led a team that wiped out three weapons hubs belonging to the rival Rina mafia family, securing the East Side territory for Victor. At twenty-one, during a hearing, I took the fall for Victor’s crimes. In the end, I was sentenced to three years in prison. The day I got out, he took me straight to Las Vegas to get married. With his own hands, he slipped a ruby ring onto my finger—a symbol of the Donna. Under the witness’s gaze, he kissed me, his voice almost reverent. “Rachel, I love you. You’re my only weakness.” Then, he pulled out a stamped and signed contract from his suit pocket. “This is my wedding gift to you. If I ever betray you, my power, my status, and my wealth will be transferred into your name, and I’ll walk away with nothing.” After a pause, he gave a sly smile and added, “But that day will never come. Because I’ll always love you.” I took the contract, so happy that I felt like I might cry, but that happiness only lasted two years.

Warning ⚠️‼️: This story is twisted, drenched in obsession, power, betrayal and forbidden cravings. Triggers & themes include: Age gap, obsessive mafia lord, forbidden love, dominance, and pleasurable desire. “This is wrong Alejandro…you are supposed to be my father-in-law, I’m getting married to your son” I said between moans, as his hands glided through my already sensitive skin. Alejandro groaned “I will call off the wedding Chiquita…I want you all to myself” his eyes stared at mine, desperate and yearning. “You are mine little one…mine alone” *** Lucia Vega, met the devil the morning after her twentieth birthday. A man clad in a black suit, emanating an aura that screamed danger and authority. Alejandro Delgado. And he was here for her. He was here to ask for her hand in marriage, not for him, but for his son. She was going to get married into the Delgado family. The request was shocking for Lucia. An unknown man suddenly offering an arranged marriage? Bullshit! Lucia didn’t want that, but her father had already approved it. She tried to escape, but Alejandro was always one step ahead of her. She hated him, he ruined her life and she was never going to forgive him for that. But what happens when feelings start to get twisted, and things start to change? Lucia wants to be enemies with him, but somehow she gets pulled closer to him no matter how much she tries to stay away from the man who stole her away from her family and her loving boyfriend.

"Bitch! Still trying to play innocent?" Jasper said as he tightened his grip on Renea's throat and squeezed harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea... What was even more shocking was that the woman in the video was Renea Morris, but the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to get the phone out of Jasper's hand and tried to explain, "Jasper, it was not what you think... I... I can..." Jasper looked at Renea with disgusted eyes as he said, "Let's call off the wedding. I can't marry a woman like you." After saying that, Jasper walked out of the store. Renea runs after Jasper. But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the Vipers for the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adoptive parents were involved in this... They are all doing this to her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea's heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose them to the public... But before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she was killed... But when Renea opened her eyes, she found herself in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went back to the time when it all started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled into a cold smile... She was back... But this time... she was back for revenge...

“Can I fuck you?” “Yes.” The entire time he’s talking, his cock is teasing, caressing…I whimper and shift, needing more. He palms one breast and then both, twirling his wet fingers around my nipples. “When we fuck, I want you to watch, watch your gorgeous tits bounce as I find heaven in your pussy.” Again he teases, the girth of his hard shaft sliding over my folds. “I don’t want to use a condom with you ever again. Are you okay with that, feeling my cock inside your tight pussy?” *** Blackmailing my boss, the man with a panty-melting smirk and a reputation for being untamable, into posing as my date for my cousin’s wedding? What could possibly go wrong? Duncan Willis is everything I’m not: impossibly handsome, dangerously confident, and wrapped in a designer suit that hints at the power beneath. He’s the kind of man women fantasize about—and the kind who never looks twice at someone like me. Until I catch him in a compromising position. Suddenly, I have leverage. And I need a wedding date. But here’s the thing: He thinks I’m blackmailing him. He has no idea I’m falling right into his trap. Because Duncan doesn’t get forced—he gets even. And this weekend, in my childhood bedroom under my parents’ roof, the lines between fake dating and real desire are about to blur… until neither of us remembers this started as a lie.

A retired mafia boss of the billionaire Lincoln family was murdered and his first son kingsley was killed by five comrades and the formula on his military mission on hybrid Werewolves supersoldiers was stolen. his father wanted king the heir to his family to have military skills knowing that one day, he might need it against the mafia mob who might return for revenge. Before kingsley death, he discovered that his brother had paid a large some of money to end his life in other to take over the family's wealth. Kinglsely on run to his death, sent a video to his wife informing him about lancaster. Lancaster stole kingsley inheritance. Kingsley's wife Elena, tried to take back the company through the law however she was killed and lance his son was pinned for the murder and almost killed by cops. A mafia man on suit, an enemy of Arnold walks in saving Lance and tells him he will save him only if he becomes a tool to for his revenge to destroy his family. He takes lance to a school called point blank where lance experience despair of a non existent school where you either kill or be killed. To get 50% shares from his dieing grandmother who is on the verge to restore her family, lance must sign a Marriage contract with Hazel to get back his stolen wealth. Lance abuses Hazel every chances he gets so as Hazel can quit the Marriage however when Lance was struck facing Deaths door. Hazel became his only hope which lead to a steamy relationship and a turn of events that would test the love of the duo. When things turns for good, the wolf of the north begins their raid on hazel.

“My brother would kill you, Roman. Hell, I shouldn’t even be here!” He moves closer, blocking the exit. “He’s not here, and you’re not telling me to stop, Nikki. So, why don’t we stop lying to each other and admit the truth?" I glare at him. My heart’s slamming against my chest. “Which is what exactly?” A wicked smirk curves his lips. “That we want each other. Always have. No matter how badly we shouldn’t.” *** Ten years ago, I almost kissed the one guy I should’ve stayed away from, my brother’s best friend, Roman Hayes. But then he vanished from our lives and has somehow become the person my brother hates the most. I haven’t seen him in years. The last place I expect to find him is at a high-end gala where I’m meeting potential sponsors for my charity, dressed in a ridiculously expensive suit and reeking of sin—and somehow, he might be the answer to all my prayers. But there’s a catch: I’m not supposed to be anywhere near him, and the moment our eyes lock, I know I’ve made the biggest mistake of my entire life. He’s my brother’s ex-best friend, after all, and there’s a spark between us that’s never been extinguished, and a truth neither of us wants to admit. But some truths are darker than I could have possibly imagined, and some games are too wicked and wild to be entertained. This man might just destroy my life in ways I never saw coming… And the worst part? I’ll enjoy every second of it.

“You can hide from anyone—but not from the devil who owns you.” There are choices that make us and others that break us. For Alessia Rivera, her worst mistake became her only way out. Alessia Rivera's world came crashing down the night she found her fiancé with her best friend in bed. Trust has been broken, humiliation dumped on her, everything ripped apart. But her family was concerned about power, not her pain. The marriage between her and Damon was politics, not love, and if she refused to play along, they would let her father rot in jail. One desperate night, Alessia sought escape in the arms of a stranger. A mistake. A secret. A fire that should not have happened. But Dante Moretti is not a man you forget. He is danger wrapped in a tailored suit, the kind of man people fear to whisper about. Cold. Commanding. Obsessive. And weeks later, Alessia learns the truth that rip her world apart: she is pregnant…And Dante is the father of her unborn child and he is also the mysterious new partner of her family’s empire. Now she is trapped in a cruel game. Marry the man who betrayed her to protect her father, or confess the truth to the devil who already marked her as his. To Dante, he doesn’t care about vows, rings, or the lies she hides behind. He wants one thing—her. And he will burn her world to ashes to claim what belongs to him. Because to Dante, love is not tender. Love is possession. Love is war. And Alessia is the only one that can quench this fire. The question is, how does one resist the devil who already owns her soul?

Jordan Carter has made a career out of defending the kind of clients everyone else is afraid to touch—without ever crossing her own line. So when a sealed, high-dollar retainer lands on her desk tied to Mercer Holdings, she expects a rich man’s mess and a clean paycheck. Instead, she’s driven through gates and cameras to a fortress of “security” men who watch her like prey, and introduced to Maddox Mercer—cold, controlled, and dangerous in a way no suit should be. A body has surfaced on his land: a violent trafficker killed in self-defense… and then buried. The district attorney, Silvia Smith, isn’t just looking for a conviction—she’s building a task force meant to destroy the entire organization. Jordan’s job is to keep the pack out of prison. Maddox’s job is to make sure she and her team doesn’t learn enough to ruin them. But the deeper Jordan digs, the more personal it gets. The dead man’s name is tied to her father’s “wild animal” case—the call that ended his life and left her with questions no one would answer. Forced to live on Mercer land “for security,” Jordan finds missing footage, rehearsed stories, and an internal traitor with a grudge sharp enough to burn the pack down from the inside. Maddox can be her greatest threat… or her only ally, if she can survive the pull between what she feels and what she knows. Because if Jordan exposes the truth, she can win the case—and destroy him. If she protects him, she’ll become complicit in a secret that was never meant to survive daylight.

~ SORA HELL MORGATHOR ~ Since my appointment to the throne, my cousin on paper has fully embraced the role of archnemesis, dedicating every breath to my downfall. He is a walking tantrum in a tailored suit, still crying about a crown that was never going to fit his head anyway. My life wasn’t perfect, but ever since I was adopted into the Hell Morgathor family, staying alive has become a full-time hobby, mostly because every move I make is now at the mercy of men who treat human lives like disposable currency. It’s nice to know I’ve brought the city together; apparently, having me in charge is the only thing everyone can agree is a terrible idea. My cousin on paper views me as the ultimate gatekeeper, Largely thanks to the fact that I have the audacity to keep breathing while he wants my chair, treating my pulse like a personal insult to his resume. ☠️☠️☠️☠️ ~A-JUN HELL MORGATHOR ~ All I want is my family to stop being a shadow. A woman carries the family name, whereas my father is subjected to being the underboss. As if things aren’t bad enough, an adopted female child is coded to be the next Don, and she had the guts to accept the offer. I was fully prepared to end her life, but I was suddenly struck by lightning, or maybe it was just her impeccable skincare routine, and I decided to let it slide, distracted by her face and forgot why I was even holding a weapon. I'm currently temporarily blinded by her sheer audacity to be that gorgeous while I’m trying to work. But until when will I be distracted?