Zero Symbol Novels & Stories

Marcelo Wilton, the only heir to the Wilton's Empires was born under strange circumstances that propelled him to be withdrawn from the outside world. His parents were killed one day when he wasn’t around. Being the Heir, he was obligated to have a Lady by his side but mysteriously they either died, called off the engagement or never came back. Slowly, He gave up on Love. He met Stacy Williams, a certified chef who lived almost all her life in the Villa of Finex. At 24, her only focus was making enough money to take care of her mum and nothing else but for relationship matters, she had a big zero interest in. Marcelo's sister's life came under attack and Stacy was just in time to save her. Spending time with Stacy for two days, Ella clung to her and never stayed apart from her. Marcelo wanted Stacy as his wife to keep his inheritance, so he proposed a contract marriage to her. Stacy, who needed money for her mother’s treatment had no other choice than to accept it. Meanwhile, there are dark loops in the Wilton's family which had been driven deep for years. Strong winds seem to blow....secrets shaking to unfold, mysterious killings involved. Will Marcelo ever find it in his heart to Love Stacy despite everything that has happened to him?. Will Stacy hold on to the belief her mum always told her that “Love conquers all?” With all the mysterious happenings and revelations screaming at her face in just a month at the mansion? Find out more from the book!

When the girlfriend of my childhood friend, Shane Sheridan, comes over for the first time, I help to prepare a feast to welcome her. Lydia Forestwood glances at the garlic butter shrimp and suddenly flies into a rage. "You deliberately made something I'm allergic to! You want to embarrass and badmouth me in front of my boyfriend so you can take my place. Stop dreaming! If he were ever interested in you, then I wouldn't be here." I'm confused and quickly explain that his mom broke her leg and asked me to come and help. I also explain that I already have a fiancé and have zero interest in Shane. She lets out a cold laugh. "Stop playing hard to get. I can spot a scheming woman in a glance. You cling to my boyfriend shamelessly by claiming to be his close childhood friend every day. It's disgusting! "Take a good look at yourself. You're old and ugly. What man would ever want you? If there's one, he'd have to be blind." Shane is holding back laughter the whole time. Just as I clench my fists, ready to lose my temper, he wraps an arm around his girlfriend and shows off smugly. He says, "She has a sharp tongue, doesn't she? Finally, there is someone who can put you in your place. You won't be able to bully me from now on." I stare at his indifferent expression and slap him hard across the face. "Get lost! Both you and your girlfriend aren't even worthy of my time!"

WARNING!!! FOR MATURE READERS ONLY The stories in this collection have zero filters, explicit content. Every story begins with a look. A touch. A dare. But what happens when desire refuses to be tamed? Inside these pages live more than thirty tales that strips desire down to its rawest, most honest form… the slow burn that makes you ache, the tension that makes you beg, and the release that leaves you breathless and wanting more. There is the stranger across the bar whose eyes say everything his mouth hasn't yet. The boss who breaks every professional rule because some hunger cannot be contained by a title or a corner office. The lover who knows exactly which buttons to push and pushes every single one. The forbidden touch that was never supposed to happen and now cannot be stopped. Dominant men who take exactly what they want. Bold fearless women who give as good as they get. Detective who gets blinded by desire. Hot chef who isn't just good in the kitchen, he's a beast in bed. Different couples. Different sins. One devastating collection: Tender and rough. Sweet and savage. Slow burning and wildly urgent. Because real passion does not fit into one box and neither does this collection. This is erotica for the reader who is done settling for stories that fade to black right when things get interesting STRIPTEASE does not fade to black. STRIPTEASE turns the lights all the way up. Read it alone in bed. Read it with someone who makes your pulse race. Just do not start it if you have somewhere important to be… because you will not be able to stop. Some books entertain you. STRIPTEASE will consume you. Tease. Tempt. Surrender. You were warned.

They were supposed to be on the same team. Santos Khyle arrived in Seattle as the Soul Reapers' most anticipated rookie in years, a natural-born scorer with something to prove and a chip on his shoulder the size of a regulation puck. Gunner Jäger had been tearing up the ice as the team's feared enforcer for two seasons, and he had zero interest in sharing his spotlight with some orange-haired twenty-one year old who looked at him like he was a problem to be managed. From the moment they met, it was war. On the ice, they were a disaster. Off it, they were worse. Screaming matches in corridors. Fists through locker room walls. A live on-air brawl that made every highlight reel in North America and earned them both a suspension, a lecture from their furious coach, and the undivided attention of the entire hockey world. Nobody could stand to watch them together. Nobody could look away either. Because underneath the fury and the bruises and the months of spectacular mutual destruction, something else was building. Something neither of them had language for yet. Something that felt uncomfortably like the only fight either of them was actually afraid to lose. The Soul Reapers are one playoff run away from everything. Gunner and Khyle are one honest conversation away from falling apart completely. Or maybe, just maybe, from finally figuring out what they are to each other. Pucking Up the Ice is a slow burn MM romance set in the brutal and beautiful world of professional hockey. It contains explicit language, on-ice violence, emotional gut punches, two men who are absolutely terrible at feelings, and a love story that had to break everything before it could build something worth keeping.

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

The night before our Mating Ceremony, my fated mate, Alpha Ryker of the Howling Moon Pack, ordered me to give him the Moon Soul Crystal—the very thing that protected my pack, the Willow Creek Pack. He said he needed it to power up the Howling Moon Pack's Blood Moon Altar. He also promised he'd keep me and my people safe. But he didn't know that we, the healers of the Willow Creek Pack, can only create one Moon Soul Crystal in our entire lives. Making one takes a crazy amount of moon energy. It's the treasure that keeps our pack alive. My mother, worried about me using up my moon energy while I was pregnant, gave up her own Moon Soul Crystal instead. But just three months after Ryker and I were mated, she got sick, fast. She was dying. I knelt in front of Ryker, crying, begging him for the Silverleaf Herb from the Howling Moon's forbidden grounds. It was the only thing that could save my mom. But he just looked at me, his eyes full of disappointment, and kicked me away. "I asked for the Moon Soul Crystal to test you," he snarled. "And just as I thought, you married me for our pack's treasures! Your mother's not sick. You're making it all up!" "You don't deserve to be the Luna of the Howling Moon Pack!" It wasn't until after my mother died, when he was arguing with me, trying to kick me out of the pack, that my mother's things fell and scattered everywhere. Her Soul Stone, the symbol of a wolf's spirit, shattered. That's when he finally realized he was wrong. He fell to his knees, begging me not to leave, crying for me to forgive him.

"You are fucking mine .only i have right to kiss those plump lips . I fucking own your soul. Somia is only Haris's ." Saying this he smashed his lips to mine "Jaana . I might be a playboy back . But its my first kiss . You know according to me lip and forehead kiss is just a symbol of love but I accept it today" saying this he again smashed his lips to mine ................................. "How many kids you want in future?" My eyes widened at her question. Is she for real. "Ooooooo!! you are blushing at the name of kids . So cute!" saying this she pulled my cheeks and suddenly kissed me on my cheeks.She looked down getting embarrassed by her act . She did this unknowingly. I was shocked. .............. She came forward but suddenly she tripped by her dress but I caught her . Our eyes got locked and it seems like the world around us stopped . She fit perfectly in my arms. I can feel her accelerated heart beat. Her rosy lips were the first thing which was making me hard in my pants.Her smell was super intoxicating. ................. We have always heard that there are 6 identical individuals of a person. Is it true? Lets see!! It is always said that opposite attracts. Somia a young girl living in the city of saints, belongs to a middle class family. She is financially helping her father to make the both ends meet. A sweet bubbly self-made girl who knows how to deal with this cruel world. But what happens when she unknowingly falls for a cold hearted devil. Haris a cold hearted devil having several night stands . Love is not his cup of coffee. Join the journey of two opposite natured persons to know what happens when they cross their paths.

“Let’s go.” He ordered, and I crossed my arms, backing away from him. “I'd rather die.” I spat. “Commendable. Your people gave you up as a treaty offer. Do you think you have a choice?” There was no amusement in his tone, and I couldn’t help but shake slightly. “If you want to kill me, get it over with.” I demanded. He leaned in, and a shiver coursed through me. “I’m going to kill you alright, Prisoner. But a quick death has never been my thing. Your death will be slow.” His promise made my heart skip. “You wish.” I swore. He smirked. “I know. I’ll kill you with my own hands.” ••• I hate my parents. My sister too. And if I was given a knife, I’d stab them. No, I don’t long for family bonds, or for their love. I am the symbol of their mistake. And that’s all I’d ever be to them. The useless hybrid omega, cursed at birth. Doomed to die. A werewolf with two eye colors. All my dreams to run away and be free from my curse shatters one day, when my pack gives me out as a treaty offer to a dreaded pack. And a total stranger. A stranger who oozes pure danger and lethality. A stranger who makes me feel, for the very first time. And soon, I discover that the stranger is the most dangerous man to ever live. The Rogue King. At first, I didn't see myself falling for King Caelum. He’s an asshole, and a condescending bastard. But soon, my heart betrays me. Soon, I am forced to make one of the most difficult choices ever. Soon, I am forced to either kill, or be killed…

"I spent two years becoming his perfect shadow. Now, I'm going to watch him kneel, beg, and realize too late that the wife he threw away was the greatest mistake of his life." Leila Stonne was the invisible wife. Quiet. Loyal. Submissive. She survived her forced marriage to corporate tyrant Karl Hawthorne by clinging to a desperate hope: If I become extraordinary enough, he will finally love me. By day, she stayed hidden. By night, she poured her architectural genius into a masterpiece design meant to finally make him proud of her. But on their second anniversary, the illusion shatters. Karl walks into her studio, ignores the cold dinner she prepared, and drops divorce papers over her life’s work. He is marrying Natalia Scott, a glittering, hyper-wealthy celebrity heiress. Discarded and humiliated, Leila signs the papers and disappears. She walks away with zero dollars, completely stripping his billionaire surname from her identity. But she carries a secret that will bring his empire to its knees: She is pregnant with his child. Months later, the world changes overnight. Leila wins a prestigious global architecture prize, claiming a five-hundred-million-dollar award. The quiet woman Karl threw away as "obsolete" is suddenly a global phenomenon. And the first person to claim her is Karl's dangerous older brother, George Hawthorne. George saw the queen Karl was too blind to value. Now, Karl realizes his fatal mistake. He wants his wife back. He wants his child back. He wants another chance. But by the time he finally learns to kneel… Leila no longer remembers how to forgive.

When my father's business collapsed, he racked up an astronomical debt to the Andor family. And when they finally came knocking, he did what no loving parent should ever do—he collateralized me, his only daughter, handing me over to Cassian before vanishing off the face of the earth. For ten long years, I stayed by Cassian Andor's side. He treated me with a tenderness so indulgent it bordered on worship. There was nothing I asked for that he would not give; there was no whim of mine he would not entertain. Everyone in our world knew me as his princess. I grew up believing with certainty that once I came of age, he would sweep me into his arms, march me down the aisle, and make me his wife. But reality—cold, brutal, and as dazzlingly cruel as the world we lived in—had other plans. Instead of the ring I had dreamed of, Cassian gifted a breathtaking pink diamond—the very symbol of eternal devotion—to his assistant, Heidi Torres. As if that wasn't betrayal enough, he threw a lavish celebration in her honor, a veritable explosion of flowers. He knew I was deathly allergic to pollen. Yet he still left me stranded there, drowning in a sea of blossoms. Eventually, I collapsed in a violent asthma attack, gasping and clawing for air, teetering on the edge of consciousness. And Cassian? He merely tightened his hold around Heidi in his arms and cast me a cold glance. "Your allergies have been fine for ages," he said with a sneer. "Why the sudden drama today? Don't tell me you're faking it." At that moment, as I lay there humiliated and struggling to breathe, I realized there were exactly seven days left until my twentieth birthday since when I could register a marriage.