Spoiler Penthouse 3 Novels & Stories

Levi Stone is an alpha, who is rumored to be ruthless, cold, and merciless. He kills as a sport and anyone who dears to defy him has yet lived to tell the tale. Even other alphas are afraid of him and despite his young age, he holds more power and land than even the Alpha King. So, what does Alpha Stone do, when a young, attractive woman is being thrown into his arms by her older, malicious brother? The only logical thing a man could think of, of course: He makes her, his maid… NB: Does NOT include predestined mates! Other in "The Maid" Series: 1: The Alpha's Maid 2: The Master's Maid 3: The King's Maid 4: The Sentinel's Maid 5: The Lycan's Maid

In the high-stakes world of the elite, Seraphina Rossi is an invisible woman. The unacknowledged daughter of a billionaire dynasty, her acting career has been strangled by her own father, leaving her desperate to fund her comatose mother’s medical bills. But a night of terror at the exclusive Vault Club sends her fleeing into the one place she should never be: the penthouse of Czar Alexander Mordrake. Known as the "Shadow Sovereign," Czar is the most powerful man on three continents—and the most isolated. He lives in a sterile, golden cage, cursed by a lethal, unexplained "allergy" to women that makes even the slightest touch a death sentence. Until he wakes up next to Seraphina. When Czar survives their accidental encounter, the world-shattering discovery turns Seraphina from a fugitive into a biological miracle. Czar offers her a cold, calculated deal: he will settle her debts and save her mother if she becomes his "medical lab rat" and private assistant. As doctors scramble to find the secret in Seraphina's blood, a dangerous game of obsession and power begins. While the cold walls of the Mordrake estate begin to thaw between the lonely mogul and the resilient actress, a web of shadows is tightening around them. In a world where touch is a weapon and love is a lab result, Seraphina and Czar must decide if they are each other’s cure—or if the truth behind the Sovereign’s shadow will destroy them both before the first real touch can even happen.

The air in the penthouse was thick with unspoken words and the lingering heat of a shared victory. He stood before her, the ice in his gaze finally melted, revealing a raw vulnerability that stole the breath from her lungs. “This wasn’t part of the contract,” he murmured, his voice a rough caress as his thumb traced the line of her jaw. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird against the gilded cage of their agreement. “I know.” His fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her face up to his. The world narrowed to the space between them, to the shocking warmth of his skin against hers. “Then tell me to stop, Ivy. Give me the rules. Give me the clause.” She should. Every instinct for self-preservation screamed at her to rebuild the walls, to remember he was her enemy, her jailer, her temporary husband. But as she looked into the stormy grey depths of his eyes, she saw not the ruthless CEO, but the man who had just looked at her daughter as if she were the most precious thing in the world. So, she didn’t speak. Instead, she rose onto her toes, closing the distance, her lips a breath away from his in a silent, devastating answer. The first kiss was not a conquest, but a surrender. It was not about revenge or contracts. It was a question, and in the shuddering breath he released against her mouth, she found her answer. The cold, platinum wedding band finally felt warm against her skin.

“But at least allow me to show you. I will court you, and prove to you how breathtaking you are every morning, noon, and night, not just in bed.” “Stop cringing me.” ** Dandeline, an aromantic and intimidating enchantress, has added stressful days to her 99+ more problems when she agreed to help the newbie werewolf. Hessuel, who’s annoyingly humble and determined to learn how to howl with no grammatical errors, has set a country trip with Dandeline to find his ‘ghost’ mate who also left him a mark. That was the plan… until the time they spent together, their battles together, even their nonsense arguments, have made it possible for their ‘friendship’ to culminate into love. But as this ghost mate enters the triangle, their beautifully invested feelings suddenly change to a bitter rivalry. ✔Romance-Comedy ✔Slowburn ✔Action-Adventure ✔Historical Fantasy ✔3 seasons in 1 book ✔NOT FOR KIDS

Gamma Tyrell (Ty) Cloudwater is a loyal footsoldier to King Aidan, he was killed along with Drax and Aidan in a coup by their best friend and blood-brother over a thousand years ago. These events led to him being reborn as one of the most powerful Supreme Beings with Aidan and Drax. Their mission is to keep the supernatural in line to maintain peace. On his journey expanding from revenge to love, he had to make a sacrifice in order to kill an evil entity, one he will regret or will he? Follow Gamma Ty as he seeks to find his way back from hating the woman who cost him something he was destined to have. Will he continue to hate her or will they eventually fall in love? The relationship is also polyamorous The book can be read as a standalone but it is wise to read books 1, 2, and 3 for context

I was raised as nothing more than a sex slave to the Alpha—trained to please, to obey, to never dream of freedom. My body was his property, my future already written in chains. Falling for anyone in this pack was forbidden…especially him...Thorne Grimsong. The Beta. My master’s most loyal second-in-command. He wasn’t supposed to look at me. He wasn’t supposed to touch me. And I was never supposed to crave him the way I do. Yet one stolen glance turned into a touch. One touch burned into a sin I couldn’t take back. Now I’m trapped between the monster who owns me and the man I was never meant to want. One will kill me for my disobedience. The other might kill me with his love. #3

It was the night before my best mate’s wedding—his bachelor party, we made a deal to get blind drunk, but I arrived late. When I opened the door, I was not met with cheers, but with three corpses stalled in motion. My body went limp as my mind went blank. The only thought left in my head was that I had to call the police. “I’m calling from Block 3, Unit 301 of Silkwood Gardens. My three friends are all dead!” On the other end of the line, a female police officer responded calmly, “Please stay calm and don’t touch anything. Keep the crime scene untouched. A team will arrive shortly.” This should have been a night of wild debauchery, but I was the only one left alive. I slowly ducked my head and smiled.

Devyn Reilly isn't a socialite or mafia princess - she's down on her luck and it shows. Her rent is due, bills needed to be paid and she just got fired. Her singing career was going the same way as her life was - nowhere. But would all this be enough to make her go down The Rabbit Hole? Kieran Teague is a ruthless Irish mob boss, known to be so callous that even the Russian Pakhan of New York was wary of him. Stepping into his newly opened BDSM club, The Rabbit Hole, he did not expect to be intrigued by a lowly new dancer. However, the second she opened her mouth to sing, he knew he had to have her. Will the ruthless mobster be softened by the submissive siren? *Book 3 of The Mafia Trinity Series of Novels*

On my very first day at work, I received an unexpected "Carpool Request": "I am currently 3 weeks pregnant. Since I don't know how to drive and for the safety of my baby, I require my colleagues to take turns picking me up and dropping me off." "After some research, I found that your car is worth a lot of money, and it’s less than a year old, meeting my standards for a suitable ride. You will be responsible for driving me home today after work." "I don’t work overtime, so please pack up your things before clock-out time and leave the office on schedule." I frowned and immediately replied: "If you have no shame, I’m happy to donate it to someone who truly needs it!"

To raise funds for earthquake victims, I shed my business suit and put on a simple vest, choosing to live-stream while offering a designated driver service. At 3:00 am, I take on my final job for the day—and end up running into Owen Kramer, a former high school classmate. Reeking of alcohol, he tosses the money for my service onto the ground and spits on it before telling me to pick it up. "You were the top of our class, weren't you? Why have you been reduced to working as a gig driver, huh? You need money, right? Go on, then. Pick it up. That 50 is yours." Unbeknownst to him, his nasty behavior is being live-streamed online for everyone to see. Also, I just so happen to be the CEO he's been trying to cozy up to.