Novels by KL Jenkins

Zeus's POVThey say evil rules the world, and I'd like to agree wholly especially as I watch Hati finally take the child that will soon become the queen of the earth realm.Theseus died some years ago at my hand as we fought for the title of god. I took his wonderful wife in as my prisoner, indebting her to me at the promise I would let her child, and the grandchildren live peacefully.But I did no such thing. Bringing Theo, Khai and Lilith here to the god realm to be my prisoners with their dear children as they also live out their lives locked within the house they cannot leave.Most believed Theseus would win, that he would take over from me, including his family.But love weakens you, and Goddess Adophen aided me in his demise.She has the gift of projection, and she distracted him easily as she projected herself as his wife and then daughter, taking his concentration and that love that is not a man’s best friend.I'm thankful for her, and I promised her that her daughter and son

15 years LaterHati's POVThe time has come, my beautiful Lorrie has come into her wolf, and I can feel the mate bond calling for her.She's been feeling it too, and though I've kept myself away for the last week I cannot stop the inevitable for much longer.Belle has given her blessing, she's taking the other kids, all five of them, out to the other house for the weekend to give me time with Lorrie alone.It's time for me to claim my mate and create the Luna our pack deserves.So I have Calley cook us dinner, stopping her twice to take her in uncompromising positions as she mutters her disapproval very loudly.And then I lock her down in the cells below the house for the remainder of the weekend intent on making sure she knows her place within this pack.Soon she'll have to answer to Lorrie instead of Belle. She'll have to bow down to her luna's disappointment and she's already made a distant enemy of Aspen over the years."Bring me the luna," I demand to Belle as she gathers our chi

Hati's POVTrue to a wolf pregnancy Belle is only pregnant for around nine weeks, her belly swelling fast as she grows my pup within her.And one fateful night as the wind howls and the rain falls she starts her labour as we lay our son to sleep.Lorrie refuses to go down and starts to get in the way as Belle circles on the floor through her pain as Lorrie tries to hold onto her mothers hands."Mama, up," she cries asking for up as she outstretched her arms up to Belle who looks to me for help as she winces once more."Calley," I yell out, intent on having Lorrie away from this ordeal, knowing I have no one else I'd rather trust with the child.Yes she might well have an ulterior motive, but I have no doubt that she would die for this kid. Anyway, I don't want to scar the child, I don't want her to remember her mother in pain when I want her to have only good memories of her.It takes Calley a moment but she comes, knocking on the door in her pj's as she looks at the vision before he

One Year LaterHati's POVLorrie has turned into a funny little thing. She's walking and talking in toddler gibberish and I fall in love with her more everyday as she fills our life with fun and happiness.I can see why Celeste matched her soul to Aspens. She's spunky, confident and happy just like Aspen has always been. We ended up relocating around three to four months ago, coming out of hiding, leaving the continental US.Now we live in the very green Scotland, in the rainy United Kingdom.We've decided to try and blend in, whilst living in the middle of nowhere.It's been an adjustment weather wise, but we really don't come by people often, and the home we brought is surrounded by acres of green forest which is perfect for us to shift.And shift we must, because the lack of shifting causes aging, and that brings problems regarding healing one's self because our bodies resort to being only human.And I have a surprise for you, something I never imagined or cared for but equally was

Khai's POV"Aaah!" She screams as pain radiates through her mid region. I hadn't expected her to wake from her nap in pain, I also hadn't expected her to tell me we won't be finding Lora but she did that to and despite knowing she probably has the gifts to see such things, I deny her allegations and pretend that we will find her. To say she took me off guard would be an understatement but all I could do was call for Theo Lilith has gone into labour a whole week before she's due but I think that's normal for multiple pregnancy but no less scary as she freaks at the pain and wails into my shoulder.She labours in bed, standing up and even in the shower.The whole time crying for Lora, feeling as if she might be replacing her with the children coming out from within her tummy.Sadness fills the room and the three of us did not enjoy the birth process at all.Our sons entered the world screaming loudly, clearing their lungs within minutes of each other and though Theo and I wanted to c

Lilith's POVDane is adamant that Damian isn't dead and equally as adamant that I can use my memory to summon where his whereabouts.Apparently the witch side of me can teleport, and that's a given because I have done before but never have I teleported to a person specifically, only a place.But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.Of course it does, if I can summon a place, then I can summon a person, right?I just have to practice, apparently. It still astounds me how much he knows about me when most know nothing about me at all.And it just so happens that I feel closest to him out of anyone I've met.I'm having a bad day today, pain is radiating along my back, a sharp stabbing pain accompanying it whenever I stand for to long.I think it's the twins, my boys that are currently safe within me.I miss Lora.I miss Calley.Heck, I even miss Lucas.I can only hope that one of them with with my baby girl, that they are doing everything in their power to protect her from

Sebastian There's something about dressing in a tux. The soft material clings in all the right places because it was made solely for you to move in. It's nice to be dressed so impeccably The charcoal grey suits me, or so Bethany once said. I've worn a tux five times in my life. Once for prom, once to meet with the big boys at work for the first time, once for the funeral of my first wife. And twice for marrying the women I love. I'm dressed in the same tux today that I used to marry Beth, the same that I buried her in, and now I'm marrying Cassidy in it, too. This tux has brought me immense pleasure and equal amounts of pain. But I can't be upset; I can't find fault in it. For my life is perfect, even amongst the darkest amount of pain. You never know the value of a moment; you never know when the last breath might be taken. So find happiness in the mix of sadness, and you'll be whole... like I am. Cassidy I hadn't believed I would ever marry again; I thought my life e

Sebastian "What's he like?" Melody asks me as I walk her through the halls of the hospital where Cassidy resides with my son.Our son. The little human being that has completed my family.I can't wait for Melody to meet him, and I can't wait for our life to begin as a family of four.If you had asked me five years ago whether I would find happiness again, I might well have told you I'd die before that happened.I lost my wife, my first wife and Melody lost her mother. But the world moves in mysterious ways, and my world sure aligned to bring me a happiness I didn't know I needed.I miss Beth wholly, deeply, in fact.But I know now she sent me Cassidy as a gift and token of her love."He's beautiful, just as you were at that age," I grin."I can't wait to hold him," she tells me; she's been excited all day, apparently ever since we dropped her at my mother's early this morning. "Not long now, baby," I grin, pressing the buzzer to the maternity ward.This was the same ward Beth birth

CassidyThings between Sebastian, Melody, and I change quickly. Over the next few months, I gradually started staying more and more often until it got to the point that I was at his house more than I was at home.I had never expected to move in with him, but I couldn't bring myself to ask him to move out of this home. Mainly because this is all Melody had of her mother, of Beth.All her memories with Beth are here, and though she doesn't remember much of her mother, I couldn't bear to ask her to move out of the only place that housed something of the woman she lost.So I officially moved in this weekend, just gone.It's Monday today, and I'm sitting at the dinner table in the kitchen as Melody eats her breakfast before I take her to school.It must have been about six weeks ago now that Melody asked me if I could take her to school every morning.Beforehand, she had been going to something called a breakfast club, and she hated it. Detested going with all the older kids because Sebast

He repeats the same task I had just left, his cock jutting from his body as Cassidy appraises it and his unusual piercings.From top to bottom of his shaft, he has bars that I can only describe as a ladder. I forget he has the piercings, if I'm honest, but I hadn't forwarded Cassidy.I flip Cassidy onto all fours, eating her from behind but giving Cassidy the position where she can take Josh's cock as much as she wants to.My most strict rule was to give Cassidy the power regarding their interaction.Foreplay plays out over the next hour, but the time has come that I need to sink inside her.Josh is lying on the bed, and I encourage Cassidy to sit reverse cowgirl, watching, enthralled as she sinks on every inch of Josh's length.Fuck, why does that turn me on so?With my own need coursing through me, I push her back to lay on Josh as he wraps his arms around her to hold her to him, and then I kneel between their legs, cock in hand, as I watch Josh thrust softly in and out of her pussy

SebastianIt's been around five weeks since I planned this evening with Josh. But I'm leaving the element of surprise there, having not told Cassidy of our plans this afternoon. Either way, when we return from dropping Melody off at Tina's, Josh will be here waiting for our fun afternoon.I'm mildly apprehensive, but that's only because Cassidy hasn't had more than one guy before, and I know things will be a little uncomfortable for her. But we plan on taking her together at some point before morning.Dropping Melody off is uneventful, and we do it swiftly and start to head home shortly after. Cassidy is staring out the window with a slight smile on her lips that makes me want to kiss her again.We arrive home shortly after two pm, and I watch Cassidy's reaction as she notes Josh waiting in his car on the drive.The element of surprise goes over... underwhelmingly.She greets him without any knowledge that he's here for a threesome, instead asking if he's going to crunch the numbers

"Did you get everything you needed?" He asks Melody."Everything," she grins."We best put them away and fold your old clothes up," I note, grinning as Sebastian looks at the multitude of what we brought.Melody and I work as a team, taking all her old clothes out of her wardrobe and drawers to place in a huge storage box.Sebastian's most absolute rule is we'll never get rid of her things. I never asked why that was, but he had storage boxes full of her clothing and blankets in his garage."Thank you," Melody tells me as I hang another dress in her wardrobe."No need to thank me, Melody.""I like having you here," she tells me as she puts the jewellery away in a handmade jewellery box on her bedroom side."I like being here, your father, and you make me very happy.""Will you stay forever?" She asks me. "As in, marry and promise to belong to one another?""You heard my phone call, huh?" I ask. Sounding a little like Sebastian as I ask it."Would it be so bad to be married to my Daddy

Continued:Grinding my teeth, I force myself to mount the metal steps. The heat of the air around the plane instantly clings to my skin, and perspiration spreads across my body as the hefty material still surrounds me. I hadn't thought of how it would pose a hindrance. I wish I had clothes to change into, but we didn't pack, and I wonder if there's a change of clothes here for the pair of us. Time is of the essence. Just go, Bee! I snarl internally. Indecision falters my brain process, leaving me standing on the threshold between freedom and a life shackled in chains. I stay. My gaze darts back to Niko, so unsuspecting that he's sleeping on the chair opposite the one I should be sitting in. I study him, floating to him easier than I tried to leave. His face is clean-shaven, his skin bronzed, just like mine. His dark brown, almost black hair is pushed back, with product sitting proudly but kemp. With his eyes closed and in his state sleep-like, he's missing the constant frown li

Bianca Our conversation had me tripping. Niko's words confounded me but also resonated with a version of myself deep inside, making me wonder if I could truly find happiness with him, considering he's already willing to become my protector. Dimitri's words play over and over in my mind. His assumption that Niko was a gift over a burden had me staring at Niko in disbelief. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open, my jaw touching the floor. My face must have been a vision, not that Niko mentioned anything or pointed it out. The flight to Europe, Italy, Cantazaro, to be exact, was turbulent yet short. I hate flying, the insecurity that a flight brings you, the uncertainty of your future the whole time you're in the air. So the moment we touched down, I sighed a breath of relief. But that also left me wondering what the hell I should be doing now. The pilot and her co-pilot left the aircraft, walking down the steps onto the tarmac while Niko and I remained sitting in the chairs. He had

Continued: She shakes her head slowly, her brain obviously refuting my proposal, yet she doesn't voice her reluctance, which means a part of her, no matter how small, wants me back, and I can work with that. Expand on it. "It's our wedding night—evening. I want you, Bee. I've wanted you all week." "No—," she squeaks. "What did I tell you about that word?" I ask gruffly. I drop her foot, placing it down on the floor. And I follow it, kneeling at her feet like a man possessed. "It's a dirty word," I grin. "One punishable by denial." "And what did I tell you?" She asks. "I'm your husband, Bee. I have needs. Needs that you haven't met." "They're not my responsibility..." she whines, yet there's playfulness in her eyes that I suddenly want to play against. "So when you want to get off, is your need not my responsibility?" I counter her. "No." "You sure about that? You sure you don't want me to help you along?" I ask, skating my fingers up the inside her thighs that are spread in

Niko Bianca sits across from me as we taxi down the runway to take off for this impromptu honeymoon I hadn't expected to take. She looks worn and tired, yet she lounges back in her wedding dress so unladylike that I can't imagine doing anything but spend this time looking and appreciating the vision before me. She's comfortable even if she should be anxious and wary. I was swept up in my own emotions, so I brooded opposite her, remaining stoic and quiet as I assessed Bianca in her calm state. She is beautiful and breathtaking. I'm honoured to have stood up there beside her, making vows to remain beside her for the rest of our lives. I hadn't expected to feel so overwhelmingly possessive of her, and I hadn't expected to lose my shit the moment Franko goaded me to get that exact reaction. She didn't want to marry, andthat much is evident, but does shetrulydislike being with me? And does she want to be with a man like Franko, who obviously favours his father's tendency to treat wome

Continued: I press my thighs together at the sudden intrusive thoughts of needing Niko. "Keep staring at me like that, and we won't get as far as the bonnet of this fucking car," he tells me. A small smile now plays on his lips. Is he playing with me just for kicks? "I wasn't staring. I was listing out the things I hate about you," I lie, turning to stare at the plane waiting for us to board it. Now, a smile plays at my lips—a large smile because I know he knows I'm bluffing. "Is that so?" He questions humorously. He shifts beside me, but I avoid looking his way to see what he's doing. "Yup. Just tallying up the things I despise about my now husband so I can memorise each and every one." "You're something else, Bee." "Never claimed to be perfect like Emma," I shrug nonchalantly. "I wouldn't want you to be anything but yourself. They're ready. Come on?" He requests. Turning, I note he's outside of the car, holding his hand out for me that I take, unwillingly, of course

Bianca Niko is unsettled, his leg bouncing beside mine as he stared upfront while one of Luca's men drove us out of Dimitri's drive. The irony is upon me that I came here a Rossi, and I'm leaving a Costa. It's nerve-wracking and upsetting. It's also exciting and sordid. Niko's warning that my use of the word 'no' plays in my mind. I wonder what would have happened if we had been alone five to ten minutes more. There's so much that remained unsaid in those moments before we were interrupted. There's so much Niko could have done. For a moment, he scared me. It seems my virginity might have been a buffer between Niko wanting and taking what he wanted. Would he really have fucked me here in the back seat of the car? The driveway gives way to the forest surrounding the roads between Dimitri's and Luca's, and I find myself lost in the sea of green and brown foliage that mesmerises me. I'm a married woman now, and the thought is strange and foreign. As I process this in my

Continued: The ceremony is happening in the outdoor permanent pavilion, which looks like a small house with no rooms. Today, there are rows and rows of seats side by side, with a gap between them, creating an aisle for Binanca to walk to me. It's at the end of that aisle where I stand, Luca beside me, as I greet every man and woman who smile reluctantly and greet me before taking their seat. I'm dressed to the nines in a black tuxedo that pinches at every place I bend, and yet it's the smartest thing I've ever put on. When Emma appears, dressed in a silver floor-length gown that hugs her every curve, I know my time as a single man is almost up. It's then I turn to Luca, producing the box from the jewellers that is worth more millions than I'd like to remember spending. I need his permission to use them, considering his father arranged separate rings. "What's this?" he asks with curiosity. I know for a fact that his father gave him the heirlooms from his grandparents and great-gra

Niko Last night, I slept on one of the armchairs in Luca's office, a blanket laid across my lap. I smoked a joint while looking out at the moon shining high above the rolling green hills that are our gardens. I'm not usually one to follow traditions, but I wanted to allow Bianca to have time alone before today's shit show of a wedding. I hung on her every fucking lie last night about the planning process of our wedding, she described something that meant something to her, and for a moment, I had lost myself in the lie that we were doing this because I had asked for her hand in marriage. But I hadn't. I have been forced to marry her to keep her quiet. These last few weeks have been infuriating and enlightening. Sexually charged and equally depressing. But I plan to enjoy the fake show I'm about to put on for every damn mafia king set to step foot inside Dimitri's home. It is safe to say sleep succumbed to me only in the early hours of the morning, leaving me grumpy as fuck and

Continued: We all look from him to Emma expectantly. "We wanted to wait, father—," Luca admits sheepishly, bringing any chatter we were pretending to have to a halt. "Information is key, boy. Needn't you think we should protect the pair of them tomorrow when my house is full of biggest enemies?" Dimitri uses a gravelly tone. "I have it sorted," Luca spits back. "What Luca is saying is we've thought of every possibility, put contingencies in place, and know each exit route like the back of our hand. We're prepared to protect our future," Emma adds as Dimitri's face changes into pure rage; he's disappointed in Luca; it's evident to see. "Excellent, Emma. But what about your food and drinks? Toilet breaks? The drive home?" he counters her, his tone calmer than I expected. "I won't be alone. Mass will stay with me all night whether I'm with Luca or not—toilet or not. I'll bring a bottle of water from our home and nurse that all evening; I will not place it down. I also have Ange

Bianca The direction of my life dives down a major wrong turn this evening as I'm forced to practise being married to the man who's driving me up the wall. Emma, Luca, Niko and I are in the car with Mass, the fucking brute, driving us to Dimtri's home to fake our way through our wedding rehearsal. Honestly, I have no clue why I'm attending this godforsaken fakery because I've barely put effort into this wedding. Truly, if it weren't for Anna, there wouldn't be a wedding to attend. I have yet to try on the dress Anna measured me for. Ignoring the event for the last few weeks made it feel like this was a terrible dream that consciousness would break me away from. But here I am, sitting in the car, heading to attend the rehearsal of my nightmares. I had hoped to win Niko over by now, enlisting his help to escape Dimitri's demands, but all he seemed to do was work himself into my panties. "I'm not sure I'll last," Emma announces out of nowhere. Her voice wavers, her worry very ev

Continued: Suddenly, girls invade the space, barely dressed in anything but lingerie and holding trays of drinks and food for me to choose from. Gingerly, I take a beer, popping the cap before placing it back on the girl's tray. I barely register what she looks like, keeping my eyes away from her. The second comes up on my left, offering food that I decline without glancing her way. "So it's true then, you're whipped by the Rossi spare?" Ivan asks. I hadn't noticed him re-entering the room, but I'm glad for the buffer he offers between myself and the girls he obviously sent in here to test me. Clearing my throat, I nod. Sitting forward to make eye contact with him as he sits opposite me. "Yes," is all I reply, happy to have some confirmation that Emma's true identity remains hidden as we wish. "Well, now I see why you want my biggest diamonds," he grins. Sitting opposite me on the desk that's obviously his, he places a singular tray before me with six rings spaced even

Niko Our wedding is almost upon us, and as I sit here contemplating my life and its future, I've realised one thing. I want Bianca. How long that'll last or whether the need will ebb away almost as soon as she gives in and allows herself to belong to me is still up for debate, but in the now, I want her. I wish I didn't; I wish I couldn't see a future where we grow old and grey beside one another with children to dote on in the goodtimesand a shoulder to lean on in the bad, but I do. And that's precisely why I ordered a pamper day for Bianca. We will marry tomorrow. Today, I treat her like my wife-to-be despite being cognisant that she might become the enemy again in the future. That said, I still have work to do and tasks to complete. Unlike Luca, I won't get an extended time off just because I am married. So I ensure to wake early, leaving Bianca in the hands of the girls from the spa in town to tend to such work. I've accepted the late shipment of weapons, redistributed the