Starless Nights Novels & Stories

London was supposed to be freedom. A clean start far from the bruises, the shouting, and the father who made my childhood a nightmare. For two quiet years, I built a small, safe life with books, cold nights, and nobody to fear. But safety ends the moment danger knocks on my door. One unforgivable mistake. And suddenly I'm not just found by the devil in a suit-I'm sold. Straight into the hands of Antonio Rosa, the ruthless Don of New York. Antonio Ruling New York with iron fist, blood, and zero mercy has always been therapeutic. People don't hand me their daughters on a whim-they hand me their fear. But when a useless man tries to buy his life with a trembling girl, I take the deal... if only to teach him a final lesson. Daisy Harrison is supposed to be my warning to him. The man who couldn't care less about her. My leverage. My future wife in name only. Something pretty to destroy while the world watches and does nothing. But the moment she lifts her chin at me, all fire and defiance, I know I've made the most dangerous mistake of my life. Because I don't fall. I don't feel. I don't love. Yet here I am... losing control over the one woman I was never meant to keep.

One childhood crush. One unbreakable rule. One mansion where every hallway feels like a trap. For fifteen years, Leighton Hayes has loved Noah Knight from afar, the untouchable older brother of her best friend Chloe. Now twenty-three, broke, and freshly homeless, Leighton has nowhere to go but the sprawling estate of the man who once barely noticed her. Noah remembers her all too well. The billionaire who built an empire from nothing has spent the last six months trying to become a better man, and the shy girl in oversized hoodies who just moved into his guest wing is the most dangerous temptation he’s ever faced. Chloe’s single rule was always clear: her friends are off-limits. Especially to Noah, the reformed Playboy who used to burn through supermodels and headlines. But late nights, shared secrets, and one stolen shirt ignite a fire neither of them can extinguish. What begins as whispered confessions and almost-kisses explodes into a secret affair neither wants to end, even as the lies stack higher. When Chloe discovers the truth, the betrayal threatens to destroy the only family each of them has ever known. Leighton must decide if love is worth losing her best friend. Noah must prove he’s finally ready to risk everything for the one woman he swore he’d never touch. Some rules are made to be broken. Some hearts refuse to stay forbidden.

"Run, Bella Popovski. Run whenever you see me. For in this lifeline, I'll be the one to drive the wedge that will kill you to your heart" he whispered in my ear in a cold voice, making me shudder and recoil. Scared at how serious he sounded and how, before everyone present, he had managed to make me so scared being near him. Would i survive him? Or would I like he claims I did, be the one to stab the wedge into his heart before he does so to me? ********** Bella Maxwell Popovski was born a mistake—an unclaimed daughter raised as a servant in her own father’s house. Weak, wolfless, and unwanted, she dreamed only of escaping Moonstone Pack… until fate cursed her with the cruelest bond of all. Marked by Alpha Jaxon—the man who despised her and loved another—Bella endured three years of cold nights, shared beds that were never hers, and a mate who gave his passion to her stepsister instead. On the night their bond should end, betrayal sharpens into humiliation, lust into hatred and love into blood-soaked revenge. Locked away, sold to rogues, and pushed off a cliff, Bella awakens to a dark truth. Hunted and burning with forbidden desire, Bella must run—because the bond she rejected refuses to break… and the monster calling her name is far more dangerous than the alpha who broke her heart. But who does she run to when the mate bond forces her to choose?

I had always been naturally celibate. Yet somehow, I still ended up chemically castrating myself. It was all because, in my previous life, my wife's precious idealized lover, a libidinous playboy, went viral as a pickup artist and dumped every side effect of his indulgent lifestyle onto me. He spent nights partying in hotel rooms with groups of women while I collapsed from kidney failure and was rushed to the ER. He lounged in clubs with women in both arms, downing bottle after bottle, while I went into an allergic shock and nearly died. I confronted my wife about it, but she shoved me away impatiently. "Shane already told me nothing happened with those women! You're just jealous and faking illness to slander him!" However, the playboy's actions only escalated. Chasing bigger thrills, he even started getting involved with men in drag. Thanks to him, I caught an STD, which pushed my wife to demand a divorce. I went to the hospital for treatment, but the doctors could not find the cause. Instead, they tossed me straight into an addiction rehab program. Later, for the sake of boosting his live stream numbers, the playboy went wild in Southwind Asira's nightlife scene. After he spent an entire night drowning in pleasure, I, drained past my limit, collapsed and died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day he began his online hunt.

The day we were meant to be mated, my Alpha, Ford, was ambushed. Silver bullets shredded his car, sending it plunging off a bridge and into the river below. He was pronounced dead. Drowned. I was left pregnant with his heir, shattered by the raw agony of our severed mate bond. Then Ford's twin, Aiden, returned from abroad with his mate, Kyra. His identical face and a scent so similar to my mate's nearly drove me mad. A desperate part of me swore Ford was still alive. I told myself it was just grief. A widow's delusion. Until I overheard a hushed conversation and the horrifying truth slammed into me: the man pretending to be Aiden was Ford. He had faked his death. He'd let his own brother die in his place, all for Kyra—the other woman carrying his child. The grief that had crippled me instantly morphed into a cold, sharp rage. Ford didn't just break our bond; he shattered it. And I would make him pay. I wiped my tears and sent a single message to my brother, Billy, the Alpha of the Winterstone Pack. "Brother, I need a plane crash. He loves faking his death? Fine. Let him feel what it's like to truly lose a mate." Only when the news of my "death" spread did Ford reclaim his name. He knelt for seven days and nights in the ashes of the home we once shared, consumed by a grief of his own making.

TAYLOR MACKENZIE At first, I wanted to run away from my life, but I met him, Diego Salvatore. He trained me, helped me become stronger so I can avenge those who hurt me. At first it was clearly business until that night. And now, I want more nights with him, more days with him. This wasn't right, it'll drift me from my vengeance journey, but Diego Salvatore was my man, my very own. However, I'm torn between my hatred towards his father who caused I and my father pain, and his love for me. What's it going to be? Love sex or revenge? DIEGO SALVATORE. Taylor was just a nanny, a fucking nanny but somehow she's managed to cloud my thoughts, my visions, my mind and most importantly, my life. I was drunk that day and she walked in, playing her servant duties and yes I felt like having a woman by my side, she seemed to coorporate and we had sex. It was sex, everyone does it. However, Taylor's was different. It was supposed to end there but it didn't, I wanted more with her, I wanted so badly to be with her, over and over. It's fucking killing me, Taylor will be the end of me, but she's just a nanny, why does her presence makes me horny? Maybe she was bought by my father but she's mine and I wouldn't let anyone near or hurt her, not even my own father....

The Lycan King's summons reached all fifty-six packs across the Northern Territories — he was choosing a Luna for his heir. The heir's reputation for brutality preceded him. So my mother swapped my sister Freya's name for mine. Her voice left no room for argument. "Elsa, your sister's wolf spirit hasn't fully awakened yet. She can't survive the journey. Go in her place — enter the Luna Trials for her." She gripped my hand, tears sliding down her cheeks at just the right moment. "When it's over, your brother will come for you. I swear it on the Moon Goddess." In my past life, I believed that oath. I traveled to the Lycan King's fortress, only to be singled out by the heir himself. I barely escaped his stronghold alive, fleeing through blizzards for seven days and nights before I finally lost my pursuers. After two years as a rogue, I made it back to the Frostfang Pack — just in time to witness Freya's Marking Ceremony with the Alpha. My mother stood at the center of the celebration and looked straight through me. "Rogue. There is no place for you here." Cast out a second time, I lost all hope. I died in a blizzard, alone. When consciousness returned, I found myself standing in the stone hall again. She wore the same expression, watching me with those calculating eyes. "Elsa, would you take Freya's place in the Luna Trials?"

In the kingdom of Elyria, Crown Prince Atlas Mavros is every woman’s fantasy, devastatingly handsome, powerfully built, and destined for the throne. Ladies flock to his balls and royal dinners, desperate for a single glance from the golden prince who sets hearts racing. But Atlas has never wanted them. Not their soft curves. Not their eager touches. Until the day his carriage passes a garden and his gaze locks on Jacob, a breathtaking foreign farmer with sun-kissed skin, lean muscle, and so beautiful. One look at those strong hands of his ignites a strong desire in Atlas for the first time in his life. What starts as forbidden glances quickly spirals into secret meetings, stolen kisses that burn hotter than sin, and passionate nights where Atlas finally surrenders to the man who makes him feel alive. Jacob’s touch sets him on fire, his quiet strength becomes Atlas’s only peace, and their love grows fierce, addictive, and impossible to hide. But in Elyria, loving another man is treason. When Atlas’s jealous younger brother Gaius uncovers their affair, he unleashes a ruthless plot of blackmail, betrayal, and blood-soaked ambition to steal the crown. Torn between duty and devastating passion, Atlas must choose: the throne he was born to rule… or the farmer who now owns his heart, body, and soul. Because some desires are worth burning kingdoms for. Will Atlas risk everything for the man who awakened him or will he lose Jacob forever to the weight of a crown? Read on to find out!

~’What am I to you? I want to hear you say it?’ ‘You are my Daddy?’ I replied hoarsely, my whole body trembling slightly. ‘And what are you to me?’ He asked again, his throat bobbing up and down, a wicked glint in his eyes, while I replied lustfully still, “I am your pet.’ ‘Good girl.’ He chimed, his left hand snaking round my neck, as he spanked my ass, and my screams echoed through the sound proof room.’ ~ Nursing a heartbreak on a vacation trip to Miami, 21 years old Renee Micheal stumbles into Robert Clarke, 43 year old billionaire mogul and ultimate sex symbol. From subtle flirts, and daring orders, she soon finds herself tangled in passionate nights, steamy sexcapades, forbidden passions, amongst other exploits. With an adventurous ride of love, lust & sinful pleasures awaiting Renee, she explores her sexual fantasies, and lives her life to the fullest. Her daddy is hot quite alright. He’s older, that’s not a problem. He also spoils her lavishly. But just when Renee thinks she has it all unbeknownst to her an underlying shocking secret is revealed, and her worst nightmare comes true… What’s would she do when she discovers this? Well, let’s hop on this ride, with Renee & her hot Daddy. This is book 1, of the billionaire erotica romance series, Sex & The City. Each story is intertwined with the last, and each page leaves you craving for more. Rated 18 - Proceed with caution.

My mother-in-law, Barbara Morris, insisted that a load-bearing wall was blocking our home's good energy. She even hired someone to tear it down for a panoramic floor-to-ceiling window. The contractor, Peter Stone, kept refusing. "Ma'am, we really can't do this. If we take this wall down, the whole building will collapse." In my past life, I fought desperately to stop them, even getting on my knees and begging them not to touch this wall that held the entire building together. My husband, Tom Williams, thought I was embarrassing him. He slapped me so hard that my left ear went deaf, and he forced them to demolish the wall anyway. That night, the entire building suffered a catastrophic structural failure. I was trapped under the rubble for seven days and nights with ruptured internal organs. Right before I died, I heard Tom shouting at the rescue team. "Save my mom first! That other woman has insurance. If she dies, we'll get the payout and buy a new place!" At that moment, the resentment inside me hardened. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment when the construction crew had just arrived. Looking at that thick load-bearing wall and Tom's hand about to rise up and strike me, I smiled and handed him the eighty-pound sledgehammer nearby. I said, "Mom's absolutely right. Once we knock down this wall, our place will turn into a luxurious river-view apartment. Anyone who tries to stop us is a complete idiot."