The Loyal Pin Novel Novels & Stories

Back when I fought for a cause, for loyalty, for people who never gave a damn about me in the end. The organisation had stripped that out of me. Beaten it out, bullet by bullet, betrayal by betrayal. Until all that was left was a man with steady hands, sharp aim, and no attachments. Louisa never learnt that lesson. She still clung to hope like it was a life raft; Maxwell, Rebel, and the twins. She thought love and loyalty could save her but she's wrong. There's absolutely nothing that can save her now because in this world, love was a knife and loyalty was the hand that pushed it deeper.

He’d never been a threat to Atticus, and his land was too far for him to bother using Sea Pine to make a point. Then Atticus had learned where Lily was. Suddenly, Alpha Elijah Egon Pine and his useless pack were of a great deal of interest to him. A great deal indeed, he thought, relishing in the spring of grass beneath his booted feet and the whip of wind through his honeyed hair.

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

Before I could think of my next move, he was suddenly in front of me, closing the space between us in a flash. His hand clamped around my wrists, yanking me toward him with brutal force. “Let me go!” I screamed, thrashing against him. But he was unmoved, “You never learn, do you?” His voice was a low growl, devoid of pity. I twisted and pulled, fighting to break free from his grip. With effortless strength, he yanked me back onto the bed, pinning my hand above my head. His fingers tightened around my wrist, keeping me trapped beneath him.

Something real. I started writing. Not just any story. This story. Our story. I changed the names, of course. The brooding bar owner became “Ryder,” a man with shadows in his eyes and walls built high. The young woman who crashed into his world became “Lila,” stubborn, dreaming of words on pages, running from her own troubles. I wrote about the electric first meeting, the lies that tangled them, the possessive pull that refused to let go. The secret nights, the whirlwind engagement, the punishments that blurred pain and pleasure, the small chapel wedding under strings and canon in D.

He picked up the branding iron and placed it in the burning fire “Bound by loyalty, bound by blood and bound by oath. I renounce my title and bestow the power I inherited from our predecessors on a new legacy.” He flipped open the book of oaths.” I renounce my oath to Lead and serve Zenturio as head and swear my loyalty as Lord.” He picked up the branding iron and walked over to me ,the book still in his hands. I took a deep breath , preparing myself for the burning pain. “ With our symbol carved into the hearts ,We serve in Loyalty and in ashes.” The crowd echoed.” We serve in Loyalty and in Ashes.” And he pressed the hot iron in my skin ,right into my heart,craving the symbol of a rose on

For a few minutes he just lingered there by my door, hesitant, even though I’d basically dismissed him. He then dropped the silence and finally spoke. ‘I also wanted to let you know I have another proposal for you. I was thinking that after the feast this evening it would be the perfect opportunity to introduce you to a fellow wolf from the pack Starry Banes? Their pack resides not too far from ours, just at the bottom of the mountains. He’s a charming young gentlemen and his name is Milano. I’m certain you’ll like this one!’ He said, some what excitedly.

" She nodded her head, eyes shifting to the silent news broadcast on the wall. “It's merely—abandoning everything in this manner—” "All of it?" I let out a harsh, cutting laugh. “What’s everything, Lillian?” This? I waved my hand around the room — the marble table, the lines of liquor bottles, the pointless piles of paper. “Everything has turned to ash now.” Rustov is gone. The authorities are closing in. I’m called dirt. “Do you believe there’s something worthwhile to remain for?” She recoiled but didn’t disagree.My hands quivered while I poured a drink, the golden liquid shaking as it met the glass. “The problem with loyalty,” I whispered, mostly to myself, “is that it becomes meaningless

My mind went blank. Melanie spoke with smug satisfaction. "That's right. The marriage certificate I had with you was fake. I only did it to keep you loyal and hardworking, so you'd earn more money for me. Now that the company's on track, and I've got Jeffrey to back me up, you're useless." Her tone even carried a hint of relief as she continued, "Everything I own has nothing to do with you. You can get out now." I wanted nothing more than to tear this shameless pair apart. Nonetheless, I forced down my rage and looked at Melanie.

His other hand stayed locked at her waist, keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her. Larissa’s lips parted on a shaky exhale. The room still spun in lazy, drunken circles, but his voice was low and rough, nothing like Finn’s. She didn’t want to know if it wasn’t Finn, she just wanted the fantasy to hold just a little longer. “Please…”