Aliza Sharp Novels & Stories

For the sake of her secretary, who was supposedly battling cancer, my wife, Sofia Griffin, made a shocking proposal. She would pay ten million for taking his virginity as an attempt to help him raise the funds needed. I had barely opened my mouth to object when she cut me down with a sharp rebuke. She said, "Chris has always been a proud man. Just giving him the money would seem like a handout and hurt his pride. "Can't you try to be compassionate? Do you really have to be jealous over something this small?" I said nothing. I simply smiled and nodded. What she didn't know was that, as an infectious disease specialist, I had already recognized the signs. It wasn't cancer... It was late-stage AIDS.

This was the sixth time Dante Falcone had slammed that damned divorce agreement down in front of me, forcing me to sign. This time, I did not resist. He set down the pen. In that instant, a suffocating silence filled the room. His deep brown eyes locked onto me, sharp and probing, as if he were trying to see straight through my soul. "Why so obedient this time, Sofia? Or are you planning another trick? Don't forget who you are. Mrs. Falcone." I removed the ruby ring that symbolized the mistress of the family, the one he had placed on my finger when he proposed to me in Sicily. I set it gently on the desk, a surface stained with both blood and money. My voice was calm, lifeless. "No, Dante. I'm just... tired. Your world is too loud."

She is the forbidden blood that ignites his hunger. He is the ruthless king who has sworn to destroy her kind. But fate has other plans. She is his enemy, the one thing he has sworn to destroy. But one bite, one taste, and she becomes his obsession. She fights him. He hunts her. And in a world teetering on the edge of war, their desire might be the deadliest weapon of all. ************* Celest’s back slammed against the cold wall, her breath coming in sharp gasps as Magnus caged her in, his body heat searing into hers. “You keep running, little bunny,” his voice was thick with dark amusement, but beneath it lurked something raw, something canal. “Yet, here you are. Right where I want you.”

His iron grip fastened around her waist with every second she tried to push him off. "Let go of me," she gritted. "Why should I let go?" He asked devilishly. Nibbling her earlobe "Have you forgotten you're my mate." "It's about time everyone knew you're mine." He teased with his now exposed teeth gently nibbling her skin. "Mine." She heard him growled out before his sharp canines bit into the crook of her neck... In no time she felt a strange heat dripping down her neck, it was blood gushing out from his bite. "Oh, My God! I can't believe Edward just marked me." She pondered.

As I was watching a movie in the cinema, a rude child kept kicking the back of my seat. He even took off his shoe and extended his foot next to my face. I turned around and chastised him to take his seat, but he stabbed me in my neck with a sharp needle. Feeling the pain, I reached out and wiped the blood from my neck. His mother chuckled. “It’s fine, he’s just fooling around with my sewing needle. It’s just a harmless jab. It’s not like it has poison on it. Be a good sport about it.” I threw the popcorn bucket onto the floor and aimed my phone’s flashlight at the rude child. I roared, “The child’s holding a discarded needle that was used on an AIDS patient in the hospital! There’s an AIDs patient’s blood on it!”

I’m Connor Macleod—captain of the college hockey team, campus golden boy, the guy who never has to try too hard. After the whole scandal freshman year—when a drunken video outing me went viral and everyone suddenly knew the captain of the hockey team was gay—I expected to lose everything. But the opposite happened. My teammates had my back. The campus didn’t care. If anything, people accepted me more than I ever expected. So yeah, being openly gay was never the problem. Catching feelings? That’s the part I’ve always avoided. And Maxime Tremblay?He was supposed to be the same as every other guy. A one night stand Except one night turned into weeks. And somewhere between his sharp tongue, his stupidly cute beanies, and the way he looks at me like he actually sees me and I forgot the rules. He thought we were becoming something real. And I let him believe it… right up until the night I proved him wrong in the worst possible way. The problem is, for years I thought I wanted someone else. Tyson Bennett—the guy I chased, the one I was sure would finally make me feel something real. The guy who was supposed to end my endless string of hookups. But when I finally got him?It didn’t feel right. Now Maxime hates me. He won’t look at me. Won’t talk to me. Won’t give me the time of day. And for the first time in my life… I actually care. Because I don’t want Tyson anymore. I don’t want another meaningless night. I want the guy with the beanies, the sharp mouth, and the heart I shattered. And this time? I’m going to fight like hell to win him back.

"You have no idea do you?" He whispers, his lips only a millimetre from mine. "No idea about what?" His fingers slip around my waist, pulling me firmly against his body. I feel him everywhere. He's hard where I'm soft. Calm where my heart is beating. He lifts a hand to my face, gently cupping my cheek as he tilts my gaze to meet his. His thumb brushes against my lower lip and I suck in a sharp breath when I notice just how dark his gaze is. "You have no idea the power you have over me." ... Born to a mother who abandoned her family and a father who never even knew he existed, Aaron O Sullivan has spent his entire life fighting to prove he belongs. With a chip on his shoulder and blood on his hands, he’s determined to reclaim the legacy stolen from him. When no one moment of anger causes the one person he's grown to care about everything he's determined to step up and save her despite even if she thinks she doesn't want his help. And what way to protect her other than a fake engagement. Waitress By Day, Stripper By Night, Elle will do whatever it takes to pay off her uncle and finally buy her freedom. But behind her sharp tongue and seductive smile is a secret and trauma so depe she wasn't sure she could heal. Until him. She doesn't understand why he wants to protect her especially because he's the reason she's in this mess to begin with. She's got pain and he's got secrets. What happens when the two collide just how far are they willing to go for the things they desire.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

Natalia was born to obey, raised as a bargaining chip to secure peace between packs. It was the way girls were raised in her family. And within powerful families, being an only child, her father was sure to make her know her place since her fate was sealed when he had arranged her marriage to the brutal Alpha of the Crimson Howl pack. But Natalia refuses to be anyone's pawn. She refused to obey, and most importantly, she refused to be controlled. On the day of her wedding, dressed in white and suffocating in expectations, she runs. By the edge of a forgotten river, she finds a stranger. A man with cold eyes and a darker soul, Alpha Nolan. He mocks her at first, calls her dramatic, tells her she’d drown ugly if she jumps. But beneath his sharp tongue lies a haunted alpha with no love, no mercy, and no reason to care… until now.

Because some obsessions are not loud. They whisper. And some sins do not destroy you all at once; they consume you slowly. Dorothy Kace was raised to be admired. As the daughter of a world-renowned Olympic icon, every aspect of her life has been carefully controlled—from the food she eats to the way she stands beneath the spotlight. But beneath the polished image is a lonely girl desperate to breathe. Then her mother marries Sebastien Dmitri. Her father's former best friend. A man of quiet power, sharp control, and unreadable intentions. Sebastien unsettles Dorothy in ways she cannot explain. He sees the cracks beneath her perfection. The bruises, hidden beneath ballet ribbons. The fear behind her obedience. The rebellion, growing underneath her perfect image. Dorothy knows she should hate him. And the more she resists him, the more dangerous their connection becomes.