Starscream Transformers Jet Novels & Stories

It was our sixth anniversary, but he chose that day to end it with me. Alpha Ivan Slade was my fated mate, bound to me by the will of the Moon Goddess. But when his chosen mate returned, carrying his heir, I became expendable. Instead of facing me himself, he sent her, Marissa Rowe, to deliver the final blow. With a smirk, she handed me the divorce papers while cradling her growing belly. For six years, I had waited for Ivan to see me as his true Luna. I believed the bond we shared would be enough. I was wrong. Signing those papers felt like the end of the world, but Marissa wanted to ensure I never had the chance to rebuild. On their private jet, as the plane cruised over the endless mountains, she made her move. I was thrown into the night sky, plummeting to what should have been my death. But I guess fate wasn’t done with me. Because instead of dying, I was reborn… as the mate to the Alpha King.

“I need your help to fake a private jet crash,” I said quietly. “It’s the only way I can ever leave Luca Moretti.” People said he’d given up the Mafia throne for me. They called him the man who traded power for love— the heir who walked away from blood and gold just to marry a waitress from the slums. For years, he made the world believe in us. He built empires under my name. He sent me roses every Monday. He told the press I was his salvation. But love doesn’t always mean loyalty. While I was busy believing in forever, he was building a second home behind my back— one filled with laughter, toys, and twin sons who had his eyes. The night I disappeared, his empire burned. He tore apart cities, bribed governments, and buried men alive just to find me. But by the time he did— I was already gone. And the woman he’d once died for no longer loved him enough to stay alive.

She was the girl he once raised, now she’s the wife he demands an heir from. Just five years after their scandalous marriage and her immediate exile, Madelyn thought she had been left in the past by her cold, and untouchable guardian turned husband—a man she hated, but still couldn’t forget. Then Zachary returns with a proposition: “Come home with me. Give me an heir and I'll help you get back what is yours.” When her failing business, stolen inheritance and a thirst for revenge leave her no choice, she boards his jet and walks back into a past that she tried to forget. But Madelyn will get to realise that Zachary isn't just the cold, aloof man that she thinks. He holds secrets. And she discovers one of them. A secret involving that dark night, and it changes everything she thought she knew. Betrayals and deceptions are revealed, and unexpected alliances— formed. Will Madelyn survive in the dangerous game of ambition, greed, power, lust and deceit or will her impulsiveness cause her downfall?

Seven years of marriage and Adrian Reeds never once bought his wife a gift. But he spent ten thousand dollars on a diamond bracelet for his secretary. Elise Vitale found it in his jacket pocket on a Tuesday. By Friday she had signed the divorce papers, boarded her private jet and left without a single tear. What Adrian never knew — what nobody in his world knew — was that the quiet, obedient wife he had neglected for seven years was the only daughter and heir of Don Victor Vitale, the most feared mafia boss in the country. She had hidden it to protect him. He had used her silence to humiliate her. Now the gloves were off. Adrian thought divorcing Elise would free him. Instead it started a war he had no weapons for — because the moment Elise walked back through her father's doors, she stopped being a wife and became what she was always born to be. A queen. And queens do not forgive. "You wanted a housewife. Congratulations — you had one. Now meet what I actually am."

CAMILA BLYTHE ASHFORD: 25 years old. The ex-wife of Sylvester. The female main protagonist. Camila is tall and has a pair of sexy legs that can lure any man’s eyes. Pointed nose, deep blue eyes, and pouty red kissable lips that give justice to her perfectly shaped face. Her thick eyelashes and deep blue eyes are her assets. She chose to divorced her husband because it was the best thing to do back then. She left the country without telling her husband Sylvester that they will be having a baby. SYLVESTER RAIN WEST: 6’6’’ tall, trim build, jet black hair, strong jaw. Romanesque nose, very manly, dark, sexy, and muscular. His eyes are as black as the raven adorned with a pair of long eyelashes and thick eyebrows. 26 years old. Male protagonist. His a famous engineer in the country. After Camila left, his world go upside down. Soon, he found out that all of his beliefs were all lies. Will their paths cross? Will Sylvester find out that he has a daughter?

One night, No names, No lights,No mercy. Elias Hawthorne walked into that room to punish himself. He walked out ruined in ways he still can't name. The man who fucked him hard in the dark was skilled, ruthless, and completely anonymous. Until the blindfold came off. Damien Blackwood. His father's most hated enemy. The man whose company Elias helped destroy that same morning. Now they're locked in the same boardrooms, the same jet cabins, the same impossible orbit, and Elias can't stop going back. He tells himself it's the last time. Every single time, he tells himself that. But it never is. Damien isn't just taking him apart in private anymore. He's dismantling everything Elias was built to be. His loyalty, His silence, His carefully performed life. And the most terrifying part? Elias is letting him. Two empires. One secret. And a love that feels like mutual destruction until it becomes the only thing worth saving.

Tantalizing crimson eyes and jet black hair were all Lily could remember in the features of the enigmatic young man who saved her ten years ago when she was kidnapped. One day, she accidentally saw him again after ten years in the middle of a busy street in an unexplainable situation. Time froze for few seconds, people around her stopped moving, and in his snap of finger defreezes time, as the car in front of him lose control and crashed with the nearby truck. She was left dazed by what had just happened in front of her. The scene shocked her and triggered her memory of him. "The guy who saved me was no human," she murmured staring blankly, remembering their uncanny encounter a decade ago. "Grim Reaper?" Confusion was written on her face. He shook his head. "Non, I am Doom, and I bring death to people." After the street incident, she couldn't forget his face and his lines kept replaying in her dreams like a broken tape which made her wonder if this was part of the after-effects of her trauma or if it was destiny that aligned their stars to collide.

Two worlds collide when Jake, a business CEO and a billionaire player skilled with bedding different women and Dohana, a noble princess living her new low-profile life in a new city meet at a boat party, they hit it off. Each of them not aware of each other's real identities. The billionaire, suffering from trust issues, not knowing whether woman love him for real or for his money, and the princess who escaped home from an arranged marriage with an evil Prince of Paris- begin to believe their love is sincere. But when Jake realises Dohana is just another normal lady and no different to all the woman he has dated in the city, he looses interest and dumps her. Dohana believing that mating with a princess simply means fate. She's determined to make Jake pay and take him back to the Kingdom to be the King of Andorra. And so, Dohana sets up the ten plagues of a Princess' love bite. At the end, she wins his heart and they Jet off to Andorra. The Queen Mother wishes her daughter to Marry the Prince of Paris instead, insisting that Jake is not worthy to be King. Their attempts to slander and kill Jake has him escape the palace cell and run into the Andorra community, who help their 'hero' plot his return to stop the wedding in time, take back his wife and defeat the Royals enemies and sit on the throne of Andorra as it's worthy King.

For one year, I believed Matteo De Luca had truly fallen in love with me. Our marriage began as an alliance, but he held me every night, kissed me before council meetings, and fastened the De Luca Donna brooch at my throat as if I already belonged beside him. Then his first love, Vanessa Ashford, came back. Within days, our official ceremony was postponed, her access was added to the Donna wing, and Matteo stopped wearing the family signet he once used to claim me in public. He said it was council business. But council business did not leave amber perfume on his skin. It did not sit beside him on a private jet to Palm Beach. And it certainly did not smile from the Donna’s chair while his friends watched me lose my place. The final humiliation came at a private dinner, when someone asked whether I was Matteo’s wife. He looked at me, then said calmly, “Elena and I have an arrangement.” That night, I stopped waiting to be chosen. Matteo could keep his first love, his title, and the home he let her enter. I packed my passport, my Florence contract, and the prenatal report he had never seen. Then I left New York with his child.

Victor’s private jet has barely cleared the runway when Amelia’s legs spread for the one man she’s never allowed to touch: her husband’s son. She has everything money can buy, except the brutal, filthy fucking her body craves. Ethan has the thick, merciless cock that finally gives it to her. For nineteen stolen days they turn the penthouse into their personal playground: the marble island where she screams into his mouth, the glass shower where he pins her dripping wet, the marital bed where he pumps her full night after night while Victor sleeps in ignorance thirty thousand feet away. She was a bored trophy wife. Now she’s a dripping, obsessed slut who counts the hours until her husband leaves again, because only Ethan can split her open, ruin her, and make her come so hard she forgets she ever belonged to anyone else. Nineteen days. No panties. No mercy. And when Victor comes home, she’ll greet him with Ethan’s cum still warm inside her, smiling like the perfect wife.