Sonic Knuckles Novels & Stories

"I bet you still feel me," I whispered, tracing a lazy finger down her spine, just to make her shudder. "Still stretched from how deep I was inside you." She sucked in a sharp breath, but I caught the way her thighs pressed together, the way she burned with the memory she was so desperately trying to bury. "Shut up," she bit out, her voice shaking. I chuckled, dark and low, brushing my knuckles against her jaw. "Why? Does it drive you insane knowing you let the villain ruin you first?" Camilla He used to make my life hell. Stefano Madden, the golden boy with ice in his veins and a filthy mouth that cut deeper than knives. I was the fat, invisible girl he loved to humiliate. Now, I’m curvy, successful… and unfortunately, his personal assistant. I swore I’d never fall for him again. But the way he looks at me now? Like he wants to ruin me all over again, only slower, dirtier, deeper. And I would let him. Stefano I broke her once. I should’ve walked away. But Camilla Whitlock grew into every man’s fantasy and I hate that she makes me feel. So I push her. Tease her. Own her. Until the line between cruelty and desire snaps. I take her, claim her, and when I put a baby in her, my obsession turns lethal. But when she’s stolen from me, all bets are off. I’ll burn the world to bring her back… even if she never forgives me.

"What the fuck—” I started. He looked up at me. His lips were wet, swollen. He licked them slowly, like he was savoring the taste. “Keep your hands where I left them,” he said. My jaw clenched. My knuckles went white against the bedsheets. I didn’t speak. I just watched him. He lowered his mouth again, slower this time. His tongue circled the tip, then slid down the side. I felt every second of it. Every inch. He paused halfway down and looked up at me again. “You like this too much.” My throat tightened. I didn’t answer. “Bet you’ve never let anyone make you beg.” *** Callum Kesington isn’t just a billionaire CEO. He doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control and power.But when his estranged brother resurfaces through a cryptic call, dragging him into a trail of files, threats, and old betrayals, everything he's built starts to crack. Remy Beckett, a rising star in the culinary world, is no strang to love but one man has him unraveled. A single dinner at Remy’s restaurant ignites an attraction that shakes Callum’s carefully guarded world. He’s never wanted a man before. Never craved the scrape of stubble against his skin or the heat of rough hands pinning him down. But Remy? He’s all Callum can think about. A shadowy attack leaves Remy bleeding in Callum’s arms, and suddenly, this isn’t about desire. It's about survival. Someone wants Remy dead, and Callum’s brother is at the center of it. Now, Callum must confront the ruthless empire he built, the family who betrayed him, and the truth he’s been denying.

​Thirty days before the world ends, Vivian is murdered by her fiancé. ​Marcus broke her knuckles, threw her into a freezing harbor, and watched her drown just to inherit her father’s locked fortune. But death doesn't take her. Instead, Vivian wakes up exactly one month earlier, her body intact. ​To exact her vengeance, she lays a brilliant trap, using her wealth to lure her murderous fiancé into building his "ultimate sanctuary" at the exact location she knows will be ground zero for a huge tidal wave. But her timeline is fracturing. The disaster is accelerating, and her father’s secret inheritance called the Aegis Protocol requires a secondary physical key held by Julian Cross, the cynical rich dude she hated and publicly ruined in her past life. But as the world collapses around them, the friction between her cold pragmatism and his fierce protectiveness sparks an intense, high-tension chemistry. Every brush of skin hints at a profound bond Julian doesn't yet understand. What begins as a transactional partnership rapidly evolves into a fierce romance forged in the middle of a dying world. ​Together, they must confront the ultimate unknown as the early floodwaters hit. Vivian soon discovers a devastating truth: Marcus survived the initial wave, turning into a ruthless warlord who is now hunting the biometric data in her blood. Surrounded by toxic acid rain and lawless raiders, Vivian and Julian must learn to trust each other completely. They aren't just fighting to survive the apocalypse anymore; they are fighting to protect a newborn love, rewrite their destinies and rule the old world together, making sure Marcus won't be a part of it. But something far worse and dangerous than Marcus, who killed her in her previous life, is hiding beneath the storm. And she can't escape from it.

Clara posted a photo of her ultrasound on Instagram. "Thanks to your bloodline, I finally have my own little pup." I stared at the ultrasound. Ryan's name was written clearly in the field for the father. I typed a single question mark in the comments. Ryan called me immediately, screaming his head off. "Celine, what the hell is wrong with you? Clara is dying from silver poisoning. This was her final wish! Can't you show some damn compassion?" "Kaleb was my brother. He's gone, and it's my duty to look after his mate! She just wanted a pup to keep her company in her final days. Do you really have to be this petty?" I gripped my phone until my knuckles turned white. Clara was Ryan's childhood sweetheart. They grew up together in the Dark Moon Pack before she married Ryan's best friend, Kaleb. Six months ago, Kaleb was killed by rogues during a border patrol, leaving Clara a widow. Shortly after, she was diagnosed with late-stage silver poisoning. She has at most a year left to live. But I never imagined Ryan's "care" would go this far. A little while later, Clara posted a new set of photos. She was in a luxury high-rise apartment downtown. The city skyline stretched out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the kitchen was bathed in a warm glow. "So glad you're here to make me feel the warmth of a home again." In the photo, I saw a man's back as he busied himself in the kitchen wearing an apron. It was Ryan. The sight was so familiar it made my eyes sting. I rubbed my stomach, thinking about the pregnancy I'd confirmed just two weeks ago. I suddenly let out a sharp laugh. This mate bond? It's time to end it.

"I love you," he gazed at her eyes which are dropped on the floor while he cups her cheeks with his palm. She doesn't look at his eyes. She seems scared. But with what he doesn't understand. "Do you not like me? Even a little bit?" his voice enunciates but she doesn't response to it. He waits for her answer but she doesn't reply him. He tries to back away from her. But as he is leaving, she holds his hands suddenly. "I don't know. I don't know whether I like you or not. I just don't want you to go away. I just don't want you to leave me," she says with the tears sparkling on her eyes. "Esther!" He presses his forehead against her as his breaths fasten. He can feel that along with his, her breaths are quickened as well. He realizes that the fire is burning on both side and she is equally anxious as she is. A smile creeps on his lips as he feels that. "I love you, Esther. You're made for me and I am made for you. We are made for each other," he smiles and presses his lips against her. "You're day dreaming one more time? What the fuck are you dreaming about Esther? Is it about my old man? Are you dreaming about him?" He pushes her against the wall and punches hard on the wall making his knuckles be red and bleed. "Nooo...Nooo... Caden! You're wrong," she cries.

Sienna was born the Alpha’s daughter, yet she grew up like a shadow in her own pack. After her mother’s death, love became a privilege she was never granted. Her stepmother’s cruelty was quiet but constant, her stepsister adored while Sienna was trained to obey, not to lead. Power flowed in her veins, but she was taught to shrink until she believed she was worth nothing more than her silence. Cassius was her only constant. The future Alpha, the boy who stood in front of her when others sneered, who promised protection with bloodied knuckles and fierce eyes. But packs do not run on childhood promises. As they grew, the elders whispered that Sienna was weak, unworthy, a liability. Lies spread, carefully crafted to rot her reputation from the inside out. When fate revealed them as mates, it should have been a blessing. Instead, it became a weapon. Cassius’s claim to the Alpha seat trembled, and the pack demanded a stronger Luna. Sienna overheard their plans and began pulling her heart apart stitch by stitch, preparing to disappear. At the mate recognition ceremony, Cassius hesitated. And in that pause, everything shattered. He rejected her publicly, accused her of manipulation, and broke her wolf before the entire pack. Sienna did not scream. She simply broke. Then came the secret. A child growing inside her. A life she would protect at any cost. She fled. She survived. She rose. Years later, Sienna returns no longer weak, no longer begging, with a child whose eyes mirror Cassius’s soul. The bond reignites, but she is done being chosen last. This time, Cassius must burn his world down to earn her back.

Anthony Hunt a young dashing bachelor from New Mexico,lives under a dual personality, Anthony Hunts as a Casino and hotel conglomerate and Blade Knuckles as a Mafia lord. He was coached by ruthless Lucas Guzman and together the two syndicates cast terror within and outside the borders of New Mexico. Anthony collides with Nevena Bachvarov, a Bulgarian tourist, who runs into his arm one night asking him to save her . Breanna Stewart, an ex of Anthony, ventures back into his life as a government agent employed to investigate the mysterious Blade Knuckles. What was meant to be an investigation, turned into a personal war for Breanna Stewart Anthony in one of his numerous hits, kills an innocent man John Willow, son of Liza Minnelli, she had saved Anthony when an encounter with Vincenzo, a counter Mafia, almost claimed his life in the past . Nevena's presence struck a delicate chord in Anthony's cold heart, warming it in the process. Anthony realized that he was in love after he gave up his escape from the police just to get Nevena treated from a gunshot injury, Breanna Stewart finally got a chance to prosecute Anthony but Liza Minnelli gave another testimony and it led to Anthony's unanimous discharge. Sorrowful Liza Minnelli cursed Anthony that nemesis would catch up to him soon. Lucas Guzman wouldn't get over it when Anthony declares his desire to quit crime. Just when everything begins to fall into place, disaster strikes. Nevena got blown up by unknown hitmen , Anthony embraced the life of crime again, Vincenzo, Lucas Guzman and many more were on his suspect list . Bloodshed became the new trend as Anthony sought revenge over Nevena's death, the police denied any involvement since it's a war among the Mafia's.

"Answer my question and I would more than love to continue." I find myself nodding frantically and his chuckle echoes in his body. "Use your words." I find myself blushing again but I say nothing. He pulls a breath away from me. When I continue to say nothing he leans back down, briefly brushing his lips over mine with no pressure behind it. His hand on the base of my neck moves up slightly, tilting my head back to his side so my neck is to him. His fingertips brushing over my skin sends a large wave of tingles through me and I can't suppress the shudder that leaves me. He brushes his nose against my neck and I tighten my fisted hand to a point of pain. His hand on my waist quickly goes to my fisted knuckles and smooths them out onto his chest once again. "Can you feel how fast my heart beats for you, Celeste?" It is much faster now. "It's because it belongs to you. All of me? Belongs to you." ~ Finding herself suddenly alone and injured, Celeste finds herself on the grounds of one of the largest packs in the country. Scared of what will become of herself, she never expected to meet her mate and she definitely didn’t expect him to be the Alpha of the pack. Xavier always longed to meet his mate, longed to complete his family. And when she, a rogue and a runt, ends up on his pack lands, he vows to protect and love her. Only how can he protect her when mysteriously scentless rogues are attacking more packs every day? When an old enemy of Celeste’s makes an appearance in plain sight? When every sign of danger seems to be pointed in Celeste’s direction?

After five years of marriage, the doctor told me I was pregnant. It was something I had waited for so long. Yet, along with that good news came a nightmare. My medical tests showed that I had cancer, and it had already spread. The doctor gave me less than a month to live. I froze, gripping the report so tightly my knuckles turned white. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about how my unborn child would never get to feel a mother's embrace. My grief was interrupted by the ping of an incoming text message. It was from Mom. [Since you're so selfish and refuse to donate a kidney to save Nattie's life, you should divorce Davon. Let him marry Nattie instead. At least that way, you can fulfill her dying wish.] My tears fell harder. It was not that I refused to donate a kidney to Natalie Rivera, my sister, who was in the final stages of kidney disease. In truth, I only had one kidney left. Five years ago, I had already given one to Dad. Now, with my life counting down to its final days, I decided that I would donate my remaining kidney to Natalie. I would also let my husband, Davon Parker, go with her. Before I went into surgery, my parents praised me for finally being thoughtful, saying I had finally learned to care about my sister. They said that once the surgery was over, the whole family would go on vacation together. Davon even said he was proud that I was no longer selfish and promised he would make it up to me in the future. None of them knew I did not have a future. After the surgery, what would be pushed out of the operating room would be a cold, lifeless body.

"Is my Seraphina afraid of me? " She pressed her shivering naked body more against the wall to prevent getting touched by the bare skin of the owner of that raspily husky voice . "So you don't want me to touch you? But you had no problem getting touched by him, Seraphina? " Her eyes filled with tears hearing his words because her mind immediately recalled the face of her friend and how brutally he had killed him. "Then why are you afraid of getting touched by me, Princess?" She unlatched her lashes and immediately tried to free herself from him but her body turned into ice when he pinned her wrists against the wall and pressed his drenched body against her. "Hadn't I fucking warned you to stay away from him? But no, my little princess wanted to defy me? And look, her defiance made me to take another life, " A soul quivering smirk crept on his lips by watching the terror emerging into her alluring azure eyes . "So ,I guess now we have to make her obey me and for that, I have a very precious way to teach her, " His hand roamed over her naked skin. "A forbidden way which will hurt my princess a lot, " He squeezed her soft bosoms, making her whimper. "But the more pain she will feel, the more pleasure she is going to get through that way, " He chuckled when he found her struggling, like a kitten. "The more you will fight it, the more it's going to hurt, Princess," His hand went down to her lower abdomen And her blood drenched from her body, feeling his knuckles grazing against her lower region tenderly. "You're mine," His hand went down more to taint her purity. "You belong to Arzal Darius Grayson, Sera." *DARK ROMANCE*