Upper Rank Demons Novels & Stories

My adoptive parents' long-lost daughter came back. She's a wellness influencer. She eats from crystal bowls she "cleansed." Sleeps with a white noise machine. She will only ride in a custom, climate-controlled car. That's not all. She filled our family's Manhattan law firm with Himalayan salt lamps and energy crystals. The espresso in the conference room? Replaced with gluten-free, organic dandelion root tea. "The energy here is so murky," she'd say. "We need to cleanse the world with love and light!" My guilt-ridden parents gave her everything she wanted. Even my fiancé told me, "Ava, you stole twenty years of her Upper East Side life. Can't you cut her some slack?" The day of the final hearing for our firm's biggest case, the entire court had to wait for her to finish her "emotional cleansing meditation." The judge was furious. I stood up. Delivered a flawless closing argument. I won our client $500 million and secured the future of the firm. But at the party, she had a drunken breakdown, fell into the pool, and drowned. My parents and my fiancé blamed me for everything. "You always have to win, don't you? It was a simple, open-and-shut case. You couldn't even let her have that?" They had me committed to a psychiatric hospital. They destroyed my law license and my reputation. They even had me injected with a fatal overdose of sedatives. I died full of hate. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back. Back to the day she was crying on her Instagram Live, begging for the case. This time, I walked straight into our rival's law firm. This "sure-win" case? I'm going to make you lose everything.

"Obey us!" The four powerful werewolves loomed over me while my hands were tied behind my back. "No! I won't submit to anyone," I muttered. Alpha Bellamy, Alpha Caspian, Warrior Emre, and the Rugged rogue Wolvin wore khaki pants and white shirts, their muscles bulging and breaths ragged from hours of chasing after me on the mountains. "That's enough. We've listened to your nonsense and given you time. But if you want to fuck with us--," the towering rogue hissed, beginning to take off his shirt, "then we'll fuck you up real good!" "And we won't even break a sweat," Alpha Bellamy chimed in, shedding his shirt. My gaze shifted to the other two, who had also exposed their upper bodies now. All I could ask them was. "Why now? You all rejected me, betrayed me, and abandoned me when my pack was under attack. Why return now?" The four exchanged glances, with Alpha Caspian taking the lead to confess, "Because we've finally realized how deeply we've fallen for you!" It was too late, I have lost the part of me who craved a mate. …. After getting cheated on by her chosen mate on the day of her mating ceremony, everybody said Genevieve would never find a loving mate. Little did they know, the Moon Goddess had planned something bigger for Genevieve when she gave her four handsome, sexy, powerful and always horny mates to protect her. But the truth was far from what was known to Genevieve. The perfect mates of Genevieve yield secrets that would change their relationship forever. Will Genevieve find out her mates are far from perfect, or will her mates fall so deeply in love with her that they will do anything to make sure their truth never comes out and Genevieve remains theirs?

Werewolf/Human Romance, 18+ Thessara, the former great Luna of the Bloodclaw Pack, is killed by those she cared for most. But when she wakes again, it is weakly in the form of Claire, a timid human nurse, wife of a genius and a cold billionaire neurosurgeon, Dr. Kieran Hale. Stolen of all her magic and lupine powers by the moon goddess Thessara must live as Claire, between the responsibilities of a human wife, drangonwolf reborn and the abiding hunger she can no longer suppress. Kieran, a cold and merciless hunter for monsters like her kind, awakens hunger to the human body she now possesses. Trapped between two fates, Thessara must discover why the Moon Goddess sentenced her to this new life. But can she endure this passion that demands total exploration of Claire’s boisterous emotions, forbidden desires and the hunger her husband evokes. "Hmmm!" she moans, but it was more from pleasure than pain. "Oh, I might have forgotten to mention, lupine." I spank her again, just as hard. "We humans like to give our females the right incentive to obey." I give her a few sharp spanks on her upper thighs. "Just. Like. This." I can smell her arousal getting stronger again by the second. And her heartbeat faster. She clearly likes what I’m doing. "I’ll stop if you don't like it." I tease her before I smack her ass again for good measure. "Don't stop Dr Kieran… please." She says breathing hard. I rewarded her with a few strokes between the legs again. “I want to hear you beg Thessara.” I spank her again. "Please—oh please kieran—" I pushed a finger between her thighs, into her core, and stroke. "Like this?" I asked. She wriggles and pushes her hips backwards to meet my fingers. “Yes…”

My older sister Seraphina had always been the center of attention in New York's Upper East Side. Everyone worshiped her, protected her. At the Montgomery charity gala, my father asked we to choose our future husband in front of every powerful family in New York. Seraphina smiled and generously let me choose first. But this time, I said no. In my past life, I truly thought she cared about me. I followed her suggestion and married Declan Thorne, a man whose immune system had failed after a car crash. He had been confined to a wheelchair for years, and people whispered that he was worthless. I surrendered my place in the family and became his nurse, his support, the only thing keeping him from complete loneliness. But no matter how hard I tried, I could never reach his heart. Then, at Seraphina’s gender reveal party, Declan stood up from his wheelchair in front of everyone. "Brielle,I felt nothing for you. You were just a way for me to get closer to Sera." The silence lasted only a second before the room turned on me. Every whisper, every stare, every hidden laugh made me feel like the biggest fool in New York. That night, I rushed out of the party and drove away before anyone could see me break down. On the bridge, my hands shook so badly that the car spun out of control and crashed through the railing. I made ninety-nine calls before the river swallowed the car completely, and every single one went unanswered. Three days later, they found me trapped beneath the water, already suffocated in the wreckage. Then I opened my eyes, and I was back at the gala where my father had planned to announce our engagements. This time, I picked no one.

I come from an old-money family. My grandfather's will was ironclad: whoever gets an Ivy League acceptance letter unlocks 25% of a massive trust fund and a seat on the family board. Out of four siblings, I was the only one who stood a chance. Every night, my mother Victoria carefully made me a cup of "organic brain-boosting matcha." My twin sister Chloe and younger brother Mason never got that privilege. The night before the December SAT—the last chance for Regular Decision Ivy scores—Victoria handed me my green matcha as usual. The next day, my mind went completely blank during the test. I blacked out. I missed that application season. Meanwhile, Chloe—who spent her time at yacht parties and couldn't read an equation—miraculously got an offer from UPenn and sailed right onto the board. The second year, right before the test, my snobby cousin Brianna reached for my matcha. Victoria slapped her hand away and screamed: "Don't touch Ava's things!" That exam, I got severe stomach cramps and was rushed to the ER by ambulance. I had to drop out again. And Brianna—who only cared about designer bags—somehow got into Cornell and took her board seat. The whole family popped champagne in our Upper East Side penthouse. I became the laughingstock of Manhattan's elite, having missed two application seasons in a row. Why did my body crash like clockwork, right at the final, life-changing SAT? Prepping for the third time, I took no chances. For three days before the test, I ate only gluten-free detox meals controlled by a private nutritionist. But the night before the big test, Victoria smiled and brought me that familiar cup of green matcha.

"Don't you for a second believe that we are ever letting you go, sweetheart". He muttered against her ear, his husky voice sending jolt through her body. His tongue suddenly flicked out to lick her ear lobe. She didn't even understand why was this happening to her. "You are stuck between us, Vanessa." another voice muttered out as he trailed his lips down her chest, his breath fanning against the skin between valley of her breasts. She whimpered feeling scared of them. "You are ours, love." the third voice made it's way to her ear. The last brother's lips teasing the nape of her neck and he suddenly bite the sensitive skin there making tears fell out of her doe eyes. "P-P-P-Please l-l-l-let me g-go." Vanessa pleaded to them making the trio smirked at her stuttering self. "Say this without stuttering and then we will consider your request." one of them said to her and the trio laughed at her aloud. *** Joaquin, Emiliano and Alejandro Fernandez are the triplet brothers. Their aura screams danger and power. They always have the upper hand and no one dares to cross them. They never had a mother figure in their life but a bastard father names Teal, who was killed at the name of peace treaty by Russian mafia boss Miakhail Igor Gorbachev years ago. Now they only had their sister with them but she was also taken away by Liam ovich Gorbachev and the Spanish trio brothers are furious would be an understatement. Vanessa Lynn Gorbachev, daughter of Rooh and Mikhail Igor Gorbachev and the only sister of Liam, is an innocent little girl. She was as innocuous as the child because she was never been out in the cruel world. She was homeschooled because of her stuttering problem.

"......From now onwards I will conquer all of my demons and will wear my scars like wings" - Irina Ivor "Dear darlo, I assure you that after confronting me you will curse the day you were born and you will see your nightmares dancing in front of your eyes in reality" - Ernest Mervyn "I want her. I need her and I will have her at any cost. Just a mere thought of her and my python gets hard. She is just a rare diamond and every rare thing belongs to me only" - D for Demon and D for Dominic Meet IRINA IVOR and ERNEST MERVYN and be a part of their journey of extremely dark love... WARNING- This book contains EXTREMELY DARK AND TRIGGERING CONTENTS, which includes DIRTY TALE OF REVENGE between two dangerous mafia, lots of filthy misunderstandings resulting DARK ROMANCE and INCEST RELATIONSHIP. If these stuff offends you then, you are free to swipe/ move on to another book.

“Is that how you thank me for saving your ass?” I could feel his warm breath against my skin, a mix of mint and alcohol. His face was clearer now as the moonlight spilled on us. * * * * * Betrayed, broke, betrothed. Savannah McGrathy lost it all after her father's death shattered her once perfect world. Her stepmother and stepsister changed from the loving family she once knew, stripping her of everything she had. Betrayed by her boyfriend and stepsister and now, betrothed to the ruthless billionaire Diego Montenegro, she is hopeless with no way out. But Diego has a secret from a masked party five years ago—the one night that changed everything. He is obsessed and hopelessly in love. He remembers her clearly but Savannah has no idea they've met before. Now, he will do whatever it takes to protect her, not just from her enemies but from the demons within himself.

BOOK ONE PART TWO- THE CLAN CELEBRATION Brandon and Ezekiel had a difficult meeting. Their interactions with each other hampered by personal demons, family members....and their undeniable attraction to one another. Still virtual strangers both the Mortal and the Shifter make an attempt to ignore the undeniable. And yet they still find themselves fighting a physical and emotional connection that is all consuming. Brandon fights it because he fears himself. Ezekiel fights it because Brandon fight's him. But fighting their mutual attraction is hard for Brandon to do when he is already fighting a terrible power within. Something malevolent. Something hungry. And as Brandon's days with the Shifters lengthen and shorten....a sudden attack on the Clan will uncover dark hidden things. All while Ezekiel, who finds himself more and more curious about the mortal, struggles to understand Brandon's past....and painful secrets. Secrets that Ezekiel knows are leading to disaster... So as the Clan Celebration begins....What will be the final outcome?

Ariana Jonas, a girl who was fighting with her innerself to forget about the her past and move on in her life. Like a light of her life Zane saved her from her demons inside her mind. Zane Hudson was a billionaire and her boss,she worked as his personal assistant. Eventually they both fell in love deeply with each other. When she thought everything is going well in her life, Unexpectedly she was kidnapped by David, who was her good friend and Zane's client. He became very close to Zane and Ariana within few months. She couldn't believe he had done something like this. She tried to talk to him, but he was not ready to release her. When she got to know who actually David is she was scared like she saw a beast. Who is he? Why did he kidnapped her? What made her so scared of his real identity?