Novels by Nooriva

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“Mum!!! Mum!!!” I called out as I stepped inside the house.“What is it, Vince?” My mother’s voice came from the kitchen. I followed the sound and found her there.“Ma…”“Oh my boy… you came to visit!” She said, pulling me into a hug.“Ma, I need the truth, and I need it now. I won’t let this family destroy mine.” I paused, my voice hardening. “Did Dad have a hand in the deaths of Mr. Edward and Mrs. Katherine Arlington?”My mother raised an eyebrow, her face unreadable. “What are you talking about? No, of course not!”I clenched my jaw, frustration rising. “Ma! Don’t lie to me!”“Watch your mouth! Don’t you dare raise your voice at mum!” Lorenzo’s voice cut through the tension, his words sharp and harsh. I turned to face him, fury bubbling inside.“And what the hell do you care about a random family?” he sneered.“They’re not a random family,” I snapped, my anger flaring. “My wife’s family is not some random family!”"Why would your wife accuse us of killing he

Vincenzo Dante Volkov; The moment I stepped out of the room, the smell of scrambled eggs hit me. With the chef on leave, I couldn’t help but wonder who was cooking.I walked into the kitchen and froze when I saw her—my little mouse, making breakfast. Honestly, I had thought she left that night. I wasn’t expecting to see her here at all. Maybe... she was making breakfast for two?She was wearing my shirt, and from the back, she looked small, almost fragile, and somehow, even more adorable. It made my chest tighten, but I pushed the feeling down."Good morning," I greeted, sitting down at the table, watching her.She didn’t even glance at me, not a single acknowledgment. I sighed, frustration building inside me. I got up and walked over, trying to close the distance between us. "I'm sorry, but honestly, my family had nothing to do with your parents' deaths. I swear to you, I’m telling the truth.""I don’t want to talk about last night, Vincenzo!" she snapped, her voice cold, still refu

Victoria Bella Volkov;The drive to the house was cold. After they heated arguments we didn't talk again till we drove into the house. We both went upstairs at the same time, I was taking off my earrings before it all became overwhelming."Why didn’t you tell me your family had history with the Arlingtons?" I demanded, my voice shaking as tears threatened to spill."What are you talking about? You’re angry over some random family?" he snapped, his tone defensive."They’re not just some random family! No family is random. You, your family—every single one of you—is rotten to the core!""Then deal with it," he growled, his eyes cold. "You married me, didn’t you?""You don’t get it, do you?" I said, my voice breaking as I stared at him, my chest heaving with anger and pain."What are you even talking about?" he shot back, his brows furrowing in frustration. "Why are you so worked up about some random family?""They’re not random!" I shouted, the words ripping from me like a wound tearing

Victoria Bella Volkov:I walked out of the house, tears streaming down my face. My chest felt heavy, the pain almost too much to bear.The Washington family would pay for the emptiness they had left in my heart. Every last one of them.After meeting with Charles Arlington—who’s basically my grandfather—we decided to run a DNA test. Deep down, I already knew the truth, but I needed the proof.Driving down the highway, I noticed a car trailing me. It had been there for a while.I tried to shake it off, brushing away my unease, and pressed harder on the gas.I turned on some music and started humming along, trying to calm myself.But as I kept driving down the highway, I noticed something—it wasn’t just one car anymore. When I finally left the highway, the first car sped up, trying to catch me. That’s when I knew something was wrong.My heart raced as I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. I quickly fastened my seatbelt, my mind running through options.The road to the house was quie

Victoria Bella Volkov;Three days. Three long, sleepless days, and all I could do was think. Piece things together. Let the truth gnaw at the edges of my sanity.The Washington family. How were they connected to me? To my parents? I didn’t just stumble upon the answer—it came crashing down like a wrecking ball, shattering everything I thought I knew.Do you want to know how I found out? Fine, but buckle up, because it’s not the kind of story that lets you sleep easy.The so-called “accident”? It wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t some tragic twist of fate. It was murder. Cold, calculated, and vicious. And the one who did it? The last person anyone would suspect.The house nanny.Yes, you heard me right. The woman who was supposed to protect us, care for us, look after me as a baby—she was the one who destroyed everything.And now you might be wondering, who the heck is the house nanny.Allow me to introduce you to the Washingtons.For years, I lived under their roof, ate at their table, an

Victoria Bella Volkov;“There’s no such thing!” I snapped into the phone, pacing the room. My words were directed at someone I trusted—someone outside the suffocating circle of Vincenzo and my adoptive parents. Not that the latter ever truly felt like family to begin with.“Look, I know I came from somewhere. I have roots,” I insisted, my voice trembling with frustration. “Check the hospital records. Dig deeper. Just…please, do something.”A heavy silence hung between us before they finally responded.“Alright, Bella. I’ll look into it, but I can’t promise anything,” they said cautiously. Then, as if an afterthought, their tone shifted. “Oh, and… I came across something. Something about your family. It might interest you.”My heart skipped. Something stirred. Hope? Or dread?The voice on the other end hesitated, as if weighing whether or not to tell me. “Bella, there was a report… an incident from years ago. A car crash. It matched the date and location near where you were found. I t

Rose Alexandria Sinclair:“You had no reason for what you did earlier,” I snapped, my voice sharp.Frederico’s response was immediate. Without a word, he grabbed his glass of wine and threw it in my face.“Fuck yeah, I do,” he growled. “I owe you. I can do anything I want.” He pulled out his handkerchief, dabbing it gently against my face to wipe away the wine.“Did that hurt, Rose?” He asked, his tone now strangely soft as he lifted my chin, his eyes searching mine.“Stop. Please.” My voice trembled, barely more than a whisper.“Stop? Stop what?” He leaned in, the amusement in his eyes a cruel contrast to the concern he feigned.“Stop tormenting me, Red. Stop making me feel like this!” I shouted, my frustration boiling over. “It’s exhausting… it’s annoying!”A dark smirk twisted across his lips as he sank into the couch, clearly enjoying the scene he’d created.“Yeah? Well, I don’t actually care. Dance for me, slutty Rose. Show me what you’ve got,” he ordered, his voice thick with ma

Rose Alexandria Sinclair;“Is it true, Jessica? Did you really hit her?” Ma’am Sarah’s voice thundered through the room, sharp and commanding. Jessica immediately burst into her infamous crocodile tears, sniffling dramatically.“It was an accident… Rose has been mean to me and my friends,” Jessica stammered, clutching my hands as if we were the best of friends. “Rose... I’m sorry!”I yanked my hands away, my expression one of pure disbelief.“What? Are you serious right now?” I snapped. “You hit me, slapped me, and your little squad treats me like dirt! And now you want to play the victim?”Before I could say another word, Ma’am Sarah’s stick landed sharply on the back of my head.“Enough!” she barked, her face stormy. “In all my thirty years working here, I never thought I’d see this level of foolishness!”Jessica immediately dropped to her knees, tears pouring like a waterfall. “I’m so sorry, Ma’am Sarah! Please, forgive me!”I ruffled my hair, my frustration boiling over. “This is

Rose Alexandria Sinclair; "Look, I don't care what you're saying—back off!" I snapped at Jessica, my voice cutting through the tension like a whip. Her glare deepened, and for a moment, it felt like her words slapped me across the face."How dare you?" she hissed, stepping closer. "Who the hell do you think you are? Seducing the boss, huh? I saw you!"A smirk tugged at my lips, sharp and mocking. "Why? Feeling insecure? Haven’t you had enough of his cock? Maybe it’s time someone better takes over."Her face twisted with rage as she lunged for my hair, but I was faster. I slapped her hand away with enough force to make her stumble."Enough!" I snarled, my voice low and venomous. "Try that again, and I swear, I'll ruin you. Bitch."I spat on the ground and stormed off, leaving the backyard without sparing her another glance. Behind me, I heard her screaming, stomping her feet like a tantrum-throwing child.Pathetic. I had bigger problems to deal with than some jealous wannabe.Frustrat

Frederico Grey Di Grazia;After everything that happened between us last night, Rose could barely walk properly. Do you know why? Because I screwed her so much.She laid on my bed throughout the night, sleeping.“Slutty Rose!!” I called, and she yawned, turning to the other side of the bed. She sniffed in, and I slapped her ass, making her jolt and her eyes snap open.“Heyyy…”“Look at you, enjoying your Master’s cock and bed... Aren’t you a selfish bitch?” I questioned, and she sat up, spreading her legs.“Like you didn’t enjoy me too? I mean, you were licking every bit of me!” She sneered, and I smirked deviously.“Yes… That’s what happens when a man is in need!” I responded, throwing the blanket off her. “It’s time you leave. My room isn’t for slaves!”Rose smirked, her gaze challenging, her legs still spread as she lay back on the bed. "Oh, so now the room isn't for slaves, huh?" She tilted her head with a teasing smile. "Funny, considering you just fucked one in the same room. Te

Frederico Grey Di Grazia;I stroked my cock slowly, my eyes glued to Rose’s trembling body. Her skin glistened under the soft light, her chest heaving as she fought against the restraints. She looked divine—like she was made to be worshipped and ruined all at once.Electricity buzzed under my skin, a raw and primal need coursing through my veins. The desire to claim her fully, to mark her in ways she could never forget, consumed me.“Shhh…” I whispered, my voice dark and teasing as I leaned down, my breath hot against her sensitive flesh. My fingers brushed over her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles before I pressed my lips to it in a feather-light kiss. Her muffled whimper was music to my ears.“Do you want to know how you look right now, Rose?” I asked, my voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re in my favorite position—legs spread so wide for me, every inch of you exposed and begging for my touch.”Her hands and legs were bound together, the silk ties biting just enough into

Rose Alexandria Sinclair;“You’re…” I looked away as Frederico leaned closer, his lips dangerously near mine. The problem was, his towel was already gone, and his cock was touching my thigh. I could feel it—warm, solid, and big. “Why are you looking away? Are you afraid you’ll catch feelings for me again?” he asked, his voice smooth yet mocking as his mouth dipped lower, brushing against my chest. And then he did it—the most overdone move ever. He pulled out my left breast and put it in his mouth. Oh, Molly. I froze, my jaw practically hitting the floor. The way he moaned, his hand squeezing while his mouth worked, sent shivers racing through me, pulling me into an abyss I couldn’t escape. Before I knew it, my hand moved to his head, stroking it like he was a baby. “Mmm,” I moaned softly, my back arching in surrender to the overwhelming pleasure. He let go of my nipple only to crash his lips onto mine. His tongue invaded, his teeth grazed, and his lips devoured me entire