Sweet Veil Novels & Stories

I gave Kenny everything—my love, my future, my dreams. I dropped out of school, worked multiple jobs, and sacrificed my ambitions to send him abroad. Seven years of loyalty, only to find him slipping a ring onto another woman’s finger. Back then, Kenny had nothing. I was his rock, his provider, his everything. But everything changed when he discovered the truth about his origins. "You're useless, Ivana. An illiterate nobody. I could never marry someone like you." His fiancee smirked, resting a hand on her stomach—pregnant with his child. Kenny, once the man who swore forever to me, now looked at me like I was dirt beneath his feet. That’s when I learned the painful truth: A ma

When a sudden 10-hour flight delay leaves Rosie scrambling for a hotel, she and Carter find themselves at the same place at the same time. With only one room available, Carter gives it up for Rosie. As the night unfolds, their chance encounter turns into something more. Sharing a flight to New York, Carter upgrades Rosie to business class. Amidst casual conversation, Rosie reveals her journey to interview at SweetHarvest Delights. Carter conceals his identity, presenting himself as a simple engineer to avoid any professional favoritism. Rosie, skeptical but accepting, lands the job at SweetHarvest Delights. On her first day, the truth unravels—Carter's deception exposed. Hurt and betra

Tierney Chandler left her small town—and perfect fiancé—years ago to chase down her dreams. Years later, the town’s still small, her dreams are mostly still dreams, and her ex is still perfect. Maybe it’s time to ditch her failing dreams pick up where she left off…Jack Elliott is a baker making his dreams come true one pie at a time. Years ago, those dreams included Tierney. At least until his annoyingly perfect cousin stole her away. Now, he’s got a second chance, and he’s determined not to waste it. Can Jack convince Tierney that he’s the dream she’s been waiting for?

Beverly lost everything the night her father died. At sixteen, she was left alone with nothing but grief, unanswered questions, and a mysterious man who stepped into her life from the shadows. A stranger who paid her tuition, sent her gifts, protected her from afar, and became her safe place through late-night messages and anonymous calls. She never saw his face. Never knew his real intentions. Only that he was always there. Until one night, when she returned home from college and met him for the very first time—in an unexpected and unsettling way that changes everything. Beverly has spent years craving the man behind the messages. And now that she’s finally close enough to touch him,

Alice Caroni is the heir of her father's prized crime syndicate. Yet she lived a carefree life under her father's guardian. That was until a tragedy struck. She lost her beloved father, but bad things keeps coming, leaving her no time to cry. The remaining founders revealed their true identity. Now on the run from the family she knew her entire life, Alice had one goal in mind- make them pay. Disrupted and haunted by a CIA agent Callum Brady, Alice's plan had to change. And when the sinfully handsome lawman offers his protection, he has no idea he is connecting with the heiress of the criminal organization he took an oath to destroy. Their attraction was stratospheric- Except Alice

She was a strong, undefeated warrior, living life as a worthless omega, but suddenly, he came back into her life.

Amara Wilson's life was a silent prison under her stepfather's abuse. Driven by greed and debt, he sells her into a transactional marriage with the formidable Italian Mafia boss, Emiliano Valenti. For Emiliano, cold and scarred by betrayal, Amara is a mere contractual solution—a means to an heir, with a strict expectation of obligation, not love. Amara accepts her fate, hiding the secret of her brutal past and the bruises beneath her elegant new facade. ​The silence breaks when Emiliano spots a fading handprint on her neck. This tiny mark ignites a furious, unexpected protectiveness, clashing with his ingrained cynicism. His suspicion leads him to task his right-hand man, Matteo, with an in

Elyra Sol never believed in fairy-tale marriages. Living alone and carrying the scars of a broken family, she has learned to survive without trusting anyone. But her quiet life shatters when a sudden scandal forces her into an unexpected contract marriage with Zevarion Vale — a powerful and enigmatic CEO whose bride disappears on the very day of their wedding. To protect their families’ reputations, Elyra agrees to become Zevarion’s temporary wife under strict conditions: no love, no interference, and a divorce once the crisis settles. To the world, they appear as the perfect high-class couple. Behind closed doors, they remain distant strangers, bound only by a secret agreement. However, l

"You want me to fuck you like a whore, is that it?" His eyes darkened as they narrowed on me while I swallowed hard, realizing I had been backed up against the edge of the desk as desire zinged through me. "Yes," I answered, breathlessly. He leaned forward slightly and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. I tried not to shiver at the sudden chill that ran through me. My eyes flitted up to meet his hazel orbs, they were burning with hunger and a dark fire. “My kitten…” He purred, tracing his hand over my boobs. The rattling sound of his belt was what I heard next. Bunching up my dress to my waist, the first slap landed on my ass cheeks eliciting a moan from me. Grabbing my w

I was born with a strange condition. I couldn't recognize faces and could only identify people by their clothes. Vincent Lancaster, my boyfriend, never minded. He said it didn't change the way he loved me. That was, until our wedding day. He answered a phone call. His childhood friend, Grace Langley, was in labor, life hanging by a thread, and she demanded he come immediately. My voice shook with despair. "Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!" But he left anyway, not looking back. Grace had always loved seeing him in white, so he threw aside the black suit I had sewn for him with my own hands and changed into white. A year later, Vincent returned. By then,