Novels by Naughty Quills

GIOVANNI'S POV.My mate was dead. I killed her. I came to terms with it, and what else could I do After ripping off the only woman whom I adored. Worshipped and obsessed about into shreds? Not much, I admitted. Which was why I was stuck in this case. The bumpy roads unsettling me the more, I passed a pivotal gaze at Garson who was seated right by my side, his eyes out the window, but his mind was probably miles away.Fine, this was awkward…matter of fact, the entire week had been, after the confession we made that night,It pulled me out of whatever black hole I was spiraling into, and as much as I tried to act like nothing had happened, I realised I was only making things worse.“It was all a long time anyways; I don't love you anymore.”. Garson explained frankly. Staring me in the eye before we started the drive.I didn't see him in that light; he was my best buddy, and I straight up didn't give a damn about his sexuality but with my dead mate, the pack troubles had been weighing

.SIMONE'S POVThe pain of his fangs buried in my wrist dissolved into a pleasure so profound it was almost intoxicating. His tongue darted across the sensitive skin, lapping up every drop as though it was the only thing keeping him alive. My chest rose and fell erratically, my breath shallow, my heart pounding like a war drum in my ears. "Lazaro…" I whispered his name, unsure whether it was a plea to stop or to keep going. My free hand gripped the edge of the table behind me for support, but even the cold, solid surface couldn’t ground me. His gaze lifted from my wrist to meet mine, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. Those sapphire eyes were darker now, eclipsed by hunger and something else—something primal, untamed, and utterly consuming. "You're trembling," he said, his voice rough, barely more than a growl. His lips brushed against my wrist as he spoke, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine.I wanted to deny it, to tell him I was fine, but my body betrayed m

.SIMONE'S POV A soft, feathery touch grazed past my ears; I mumbled inaudible gibberish, groaning from the ticklish feeling against my skin.“Awake yet?” His soft voice called out to me; I grumbled, closing my eyes shut for a brief moment.My body shook; I tossed from side to side, finally pushing open my eyes to meet with the set of blue ones I had come to get used to.“Lazaro... not now; I slept bloody late. I don't think you should have woken me yet “. I complained. Acting like the spoilt brat I suddenly was,I pushed myself off to the edge of the bed, his eyes following every single direction of mine, a light smirk strapped to the sides of his lips.“I'm sorry, you were… well… crying in your sleep.” Just when he spoke, I noticed the beads of tears rolling off my cheeks slowly; I brushed my fingers past them, wiping them off. I shied away from his gaze, standing toward the curtains to push them open.He doesn't say anything; he watches in silence. Nothing. None of us had said a s

GIOVANNI'S POV.3 MONTHS LATER.“Cut the bullshit!” Garson yelled, storming into the room, grabbing the bottle off my grasp, glaring at me, but I said nothing. I remained in the chair, half drunk, my eyes half closed shut, humming in low tones, rocking the chair back and forth, my eyes staring up into the night sky, dark cloudy, full of stars… the cold wind brushing past my skin.What in the bloody hell is wrong with you? You didn't have it this bad when Hayley died, so what's so special? It's been three months. Get over it,” he yelled again. I couldn't blame him; in fact, I could, but I didn't want to. I glanced sideways; I could see that he still has men stationed right outside my door, just like he did everywhere I went. “Or what? You'll kill me? Murder me? Make my life way worse?” I asked. Biting into my cheeks, and then on my lips, he groaned, running his hand into his hair, fuck, he was frustrated as hell, and so was I…“Too bad my life is pretty fucked up. I'm sorry to disap

GIOVANNI'S POV.A strong string pulled at my heart. A tightening sensation, I couldn't breathe. I tried to move, but nothing came. Then darkness, and then I fell. I wouldn't stop falling, down and down. Towards the end of a bottomless pit, my breaths were erratic, mismatched; it was getting harder for me. Then it came down, dawning on me with great force: I was in pain; I was scared. Those were the first two emotions that registered towards my senses.I pushed open my eyes, panting heavily, drawing out loud breaths that were more than necessary. My body was soaked from sweat. I was in bed, but then my eyes trailed off to the huge brown ones staring at me. “Garson...," I called out slowly. I blacked out; I remember now, it was my wedding night, the curse had started, and then, nothing... it poofed into thin air; I couldn't make sense of any other thing.“Fuck... Simone, where is she?” My mind was blurred, my heart squeezed tight in my chest; I couldn't think well; my memory was all f

GIOVANNI'S POV.The image pushed me over the edge.I came deep inside her, moaning louder than I meant to. My head was in the clouds, and my cock released as much cum as possible. I wanted to fill her to the brim. I wanted there to be so much of my seed that it came spilling out when I pulled out. I’d never allowed myself this kind of satisfaction with a woman, to be as dark as I wanted without judgement or distaste. She knew exactly what I was and used it to her advantage. My upper lip was swollen and red from the bites she had given, and when I kissed her, I tasted her own salt on my tongue. I always kissed her when I was finished, silently telling her how much I enjoyed being inside her. I slowly pulled out, my cock softening now that I was satisfied. My cum dripped out of her and splashed onto the floor—just as I fantasised about. “Fuck.” I kept her legs around my waist and felt my cock harden all over again. I wanted to add more to the pile. I wanted her to have more than she

CASSANDRA's POVEthan’s grip was firm, almost bruising, as he dragged me through the empty halls. Anger rolled off him in waves, palpable and suffocating. My heart raced, but it wasn’t fear that coursed through my veins. It was fury—raw, blistering rage that made my skin burn.He shoved the door to his chambers open and pulled me inside, slamming it shut behind us. The echo reverberated in the room, matching the pounding in my chest. He spun me around, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and something more unsettling—possessiveness.“What the hell was that?” he snarled, stepping closer. “Blake? You let him touch you? You let him kiss you? You’re mine, Cassandra.” he declared with heavy possessiveness laced into his words, i could bareky stop myself from Rolliing my eyes, how dare he?, last i checked he had been the one rolling around in bed with someone else, he watched me die not having an ounce of pity for our unborn child..I straightened, meeting his gaze head-on. “I’m not yours,

CASSANDRA's POV.Our eyes locked across the room, and for a moment, the air between us seemed to burn. Blake. His broad shoulders, his steady stance, and those dark, piercing eyes that seemed to strip away every shield I had carefully built. My heart slammed against my ribs as the weight of his gaze fell on me, heavy with emotion—anger, longing, and something deeper, something I wasn’t ready to name.Ethan’s voice snapped me back to the moment. “Cassandra.” His tone was clipped, sharp, his false charm barely masking the anger beneath. “A word.”I forced myself to tear my gaze from Blake, my chest tight as Ethan’s hand landed on my arm. His grip was firm, possessive, a silent warning that I’d gone too far. He led me to a corner of the room, his face a mask of calm that only I could see through. “What was that?” he hissed, his voice low but sharp enough to cut. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking with barely restrained anger. “Refusing to sign in front of the elders? Making a fool of

CASSANDRA's POV.The first thing I noticed was the silence. No screaming. No rustling leaves. No pounding footsteps chasing me through the forest. Just silence, heavy and unnatural. My eyes flew open, my chest heaving as I bolted upright. My heart raced, expecting the pain—the crushing agony of my body breaking apart—but it never came. Instead, soft light basked the roomI blinked, startled,confused. My hands instinctively flew to my stomach, searching for the weight of my child. Nothing. Flat. Whole. My breath hitched as I clutched the fabric of my dress—a familiar satin gown that felt out of place.No blood. No dirt. No forest. Just this room.I turned slowly, my gaze sweeping over the ornate furniture, the fresh bouquet of white roses on the vanity table. the gilded mirror reflecting a face I barely recognized. My reflection stared back at me, young and unblemished by the scars of betrayal and loss. I stepped closer to the mirror, trembling as I studied the smooth, unmarked skin

CASSANDRA's POV.The moment I started running, I knew there was no turning back. My lungs burned, my feet pounded against the forest floor, and my swollen belly weighed me down with every step. The child inside me was my only hope, my only reason to keep going. My breath came in shallow gasps as I stumbled through the trees, my heartbeat deafening in my ears. I was running for my life—and for my baby’s.I didn’t know how it had come to this. Just weeks ago, Ethan had held me close, whispered promises of forever, and sworn to protect me. Now, I was running from the man I once called my lover, running from a man I loved so much that I had chosen him over my true mate.The betrayal didn’t come all at once. It crept in slowly, started as whispers in the night, suspicious glances, and moments that didn’t add up. Ethan had grown distant, his warm touch replaced with coldness. I told myself it was stress, that the pressures of leading the pack were weighing on him. I wanted to believe that h