Space Punk Novels & Stories

Liam Lannister is the straight, no-bullshit captain of the Frostbite Wolves until the league trades his most hated rival straight into his apartment. Raphael Thorne is cocky, dangerously hot, and unapologetically bisexual. For two seasons he’s tormented Liam on the ice with filthy whispers and grinding hits. Now he’s in Liam’s space — shirtless, smirking, and calling him “pretty boy” every chance he gets. Liam hates him. He hates the constant teasing. He hates the way Raphael’s body brushes against his in their too-small apartment. And he definitely hates how his own body is starting to react. When a drunken welcome party ends with them chest-to-chest against the wall, years of rivalry explode into something raw, angry, and dangerously addictive. What starts as hate turns into desperate, sheet-clawing nights filled with biting kisses, powerful hands, and Liam’s first sinful taste of a man who knows exactly how to break him. On the ice, they’re unstoppable. Off the ice? They’re breaking every rule. Hate never tasted this good.

"Up on your feet," I carefully lifted her up while I was on my feet too. "It's your turn to get on your knees now." She took my words for it and fell to the floor, her hands reached for me already hard in my pants, and I could hear a moan escaping her lips. “You’re trouble, Alison. The kind that tastes like sin and feels like home.” --- Alison Ford gets betrayed by her best friend and husband. He humiliates her and serves her divorce papers. Three years later, Alison is stronger and richer. But she owes half of this success to a mysterious texter who had been helping and guiding her all along. Meanwhile, there is a hot billionaire and single dad, Richard Harrison, who finds Alison really charming and confesses his feelings for her. And his daughter loves Alison even more! But Alison is still trapped in a tight space when Brad and Lily and all his family of horror returns to haunt her once again.

It honestly feels like I've been transported back to the Middle Ages. For the benefit of my pack, I just swore an oath to a man I've never met. The pack where I'm supposed to be the leader. The pack I'm not sure how to lead. I should learn fast, though. Because here he is, out of the blue, almost catching me by surprise. His green eyes, which shine like polished emeralds, make me stop in my tracks. His sharp jaw and short beard give him a dangerous look. His words of superiority, which were as smooth as velvet, hurt me deeply. So, this is my very hot husband who doesn't care about anything. I'm not even close to ready for this marriage. But he just walks into my space, all lean muscle and stalking grace. I have to use everything I have to get myself and the situation under control. What the heck did I sign up for?

The stranger moved closer, closing the space between him and Anna. His hand came up, gripping her jaw and tilting her face so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. Anna swallowed hard, her pulse racing. “Yes,” she breathed. “I want you to fuck me so hard I forget about my dickhead of a fiancé.” **************** Anna Hawkins was never supposed to fall into the arms of a stranger. But after walking in on her fiancé having sex with her best friend, pain drove her into the dark corners of a nightclub and straight into the arms of a man with cold eyes, inked skin, and a body that could ruin her. Their night was supposed to mean nothing. But unforeseen circumstances throw Anna into a brutal world of betrayal, power, crime, and possession. She wasn’t just heartbroken anymore. She was owned. And the most dangerous part? She didn’t know how to escape from her cruel fate.

"Shada... did you enjoy it?" asked a voice that sounded hoarse and so sensual in the ears of the woman who was now in his confinement. The woman named Shada squirmed with her eyes still closed. She felt a soft touch on her cheek, then it started to go downwards. Her lips received warm and soft strokes, letting them continue to go inside and caress every space in her mouth. The red-eyed man with the flames of passion did not stay still. He continued to crush Shada's lips, not allowing any distance between them. Shada really didn't want to wake up from this beautiful dream. She didn't know when exactly, a handsome man she didn't recognize came into her sleep and gave her affection that she never got before. Every night Shada is visited by a very handsome vampire when she already has a fiancé. But his elegance disturbs Shada so much, she can't ignore his charms. So, who will Shada choose?

Two paths crossed on a rainy night at the bar. Lorie was seeking space from an abusive boyfriend when she met Asher, who despite his emotionless eyes and cold aura, dripped with everything sinful. In the heat of the moment, they shared an intimate night, one that was etched into their memories. They parted ways not expecting to see each other again until Lorie was shocked to see Asher arrive at the company she worked as the new CEO who she was to be his secretary. Ten hours working together everyday, the memories of that night haunted them till an unexpected love story was born. But before they could welcome it, they were faced with obstacles in the form of themselves, people they knew and didn't know. Personal trauma, Abuse and manipulation embedded in their past and present tried to pull at their budding love. Amidst the pressure from family, Asher proposed a contract marriage with Lorie which she accepted to save her from a financial crisis. Their marriage brought them closer and at the same time increased their enemies. Will their love be strong enough to face the opposition?

The year of my college entrance exams, I gave up my acceptance to Harvard for James Carter. But after five years into our relationship, I ended it. Outside the dorm building, I caught him holding Sarah Williams, who was dripping in designer labels, locked in a passionate kiss. James smirked, "You're just a simple farmer. What kind of life could you possibly offer me?" But he seemed to forget that I had bought him everything - from his tailored Tom Ford suit to his Rolex watch. Heartbroken, I walked away. If someone else wanted to be a doormat for him, they could be my guest - I was done. Later, I focused on growing my agricultural business, eventually expanding into space farming. That's when the media uncovered my true identity as the heiress to a multi-billion dollar fortune. Mr. Williams groveled, forcing Sarah to kneel beside him, begging me to consider a business partnership. James, his eyes red from crying, grabbed my sleeve and said he regretted everything.

I loved Dante Moretti for seven years. At eighteen, one night at a family gala changed everything. Soon after, I became his fiancee, and not long after that, he was sent to run the Chicago branch for four years. I gave birth alone, raised our son alone, and waited for him in the house that was supposed to be ours. What came back to New York was not a family. He brought Claire and her son with him, and before long, that boy was sitting in Dante's car, taking my son's place in the training program, and showing up in every space that should have belonged to family. Then, on my son's birthday, I saw a video from Chicago. Someone asked, "Dante, when did you feel most at home?" He lifted his glass and said, "One winter night during a blackout. Claire was in the kitchen by candlelight, and Leo grabbed my sleeve and asked me not to leave." I didn't cry. I ended the engagement, erased my son and myself from every Moretti family record, and left New York without looking back.

"What are you hiding, Mr. Blackwood?" Julian closed the gap in a heartbeat, leaving no space between them. She gasped, forced to tilt her head to meet his intense stare. "I. Have. Nothing. To hide," he said, voice cold, his gaze never wavering. The air crackled between them, charged and heavy. Anger lingered, but something else—something sharp and undeniable—hung there, too, just beneath the surface. Neither dared to acknowledge it. •°•°•°•°•°•°•° With her father’s health fading fast, struggling artist Leslie Harrison feels trapped, helpless to give him the care he needs. In a desperate twist, she finds herself caught in a marriage of convenience with billionaire Julian Blackwood, a man who thrives on control and keeps his heart locked tight. But Leslie sees through his icy demeanor, sensing there’s more beneath the surface. As emotions get tangled and secrets begin to slip, their bond is tested in ways neither expected. Can Leslie help Julian face the shadows of his past, or will they pull him under?

In my past life, I was the ladder they used to climb to paradise. In this life… I am the abyss they will fall into.” Elena Vane died in the freezing ruins of Oakhaven Central Infirmary—betrayed by her husband, Julian, and her stepsister, Lydia. They stole her fortune, destroyed her family… and took the Lunar Ring—the only key to surviving the coming apocalypse. As monsters clawed their way to her door, Elena realized too late— her greatest mistake was trusting them. [DING! Regression successful.] She wakes up eighteen months before Day Zero. This time, the naive heiress is gone. Armed with the Sovereign Space, Elena begins her quiet war: To destroy the man who once owned her future. To ruin the woman who stole her life. To take back everything before the world falls apart. But her most dangerous move may be Caleb Thorne—the infamous Ice King… a man who looks at her like he already knows how this story ends. The frost is coming. And this time— Elena Vane won’t just survive. She will make sure they don’t.