Nancy Vicious Novels & Stories

On the night of our engagement, the ward my family sponsored left without a word. She went alone to the Mexican border, a lawless land crawling with cartels, to become a combat medic. From then on, Dante and I tortured each other for ten years. He hated me for trapping him with my birthright as the heir, stealing the spot of the woman he loved. I hated him for humiliating me while still craving the power and wealth the Moretti family provided. In countless fights, we spewed the most vicious curses at each other. Until that raid on the underwater sanctuary. The base was rigged to blow and sinking fast. Dante didn't hesitate. He strapped the only oxygen mask onto my face and turned to jump into the swarm of sharks. He slit his own wrist, using his blood to lure the predators away. Moments before the sea swallowed him, he roared at me: “I don't owe you anything anymore, Sophia!” “If there's a next life, please, let me go!” After I was rescued, the family only recovered his mangled remains. Clutched in his palm was that charity case's cross necklace. That was when I learned Elena had died from a stray bullet years ago. And he, in the end, chose this brutal suicide to join her. Dante's death shook the entire Underworld. The family Elders took their anger out on me. I was accused of being a "Black Widow" who sent her husband to his death to save herself. I was beaten to death by a mob of angry thugs on the street. When I opened my eyes again, I stopped my father. This time, I’ll let them have their epic love story.

He wasn't looking for love, the pack needed a Luna, and he needed a wife. Someone he was incapable of loving and Celia Wright was the perfect she-wolf for the role. But everything changed when the council gave him Kayla Wright instead. He didn't want her. She was not only beautiful but she seemed so naive and kind. He didn't like the fact that she made his cold heart flutter and the desire to take her in his arms, rip off her clothes, and claim her, was driving him insane and it awakened his inner beast. Alpha Asher, the most dreaded and dangerous Alpha King in the council. He was known for ruthlessness and wicked deeds. A vicious being that dished out punishment like a pack of candy and killed mercilessly without batting an eye. He was handsome, powerful, wealthy, and widely feared in the whole universe. After he unknowingly killed his mate through the manipulation of an evil sorcerer. He lost it and became a feral being whose only quest for blood was insatiable, and he vowed never to fall in love again. But everything changed when he was offered Kayla Wright in replace of her sister. He had to fight whatever attraction or feelings that were forming between them because he was still in love with his dead mate Emily. What happens when his dead mate suddenly comes back to life, and he is torn between doing what is right and following his heart? As the story unfolds, Alpha Asher finds out that the three women in his life came for different purposes. One will stop at nothing to be with him because of power and wealth, One was on a revenge mission to kill him, and the other one was his destined mate.

For ten long years, Ravelle Celeste Branson kept her identity as the sole heiress of Branson Group tightly hidden for the sake of an illusion of genuine love from Kyle Stevens. But on the night of their 10th wedding anniversary, that illusion shattered into pieces. Ravelle caught Kyle passionately making out with his secretary in the CEO's office. That betrayal was merely the tip of the iceberg. The true blow of reality struck when the Civil Registry Office revealed a cruel fact: in the eyes of the law, Ravelle had been secretly removed and divorced eight years earlier through the manipulation of a stack of documents she had blindly signed. Returning home with a heart as cold as ice, a secret safe uncovered an even more disgusting conspiracy. The little girl she had raised with all her heart and soul was not an adopted child, but the biological daughter of Kyle and his mistress. Even worse, Ravelle's body had been poisoned with microdoses of heavy metals for years—a vicious scheme designed to render her infertile and slowly kill her. They thought Ravelle was a weak woman with no one to protect her, someone who could be discarded after being drained of everything she had. They were terribly mistaken. With Erlan El Salvador Jhins, the genius CEO who was ready to level Manhattan to protect her, standing by her side, the crown heiress rose from her emotional death. Ravelle returned to reclaim her throne, crush Stevens Group into the ruins of bankruptcy, and send the traitors to the deepest hell. When Kyle finally fell to his knees at her feet, crying tears of blood and begging for forgiveness, Ravelle merely looked at him with the coldest smile. "I'm sorry, my ex-husband. Your regret came too late."

She’s the one woman who said no. Now he’ll do anything to make her his even if it means breaking every rule he built his empire on. Ava Sinclair doesn’t bow. Not to billionaires, not to power, and definitely not to Luca Hart the cold, calculating tech mogul who thinks everything has a price. When he tries to buy her company and erase her legacy, she slams the door in his face. She doesn’t expect him to come back. She definitely doesn’t expect him to come for her. Forced into a temporary partnership to contain a public scandal, Ava and Luca collide behind closed doors sharp tongues, sharp tempers, and sharper attraction. He’s grumpy, ruthless, and infuriatingly hot. She’s stubborn, brilliant, and determined to hate him. But every fight pulls them closer. Every look burns hotter. And when the anger cracks, the need between them is vicious,raw, consuming, inevitable. Then the threats start. The shadows close in. Someone wants Ava silenced. Someone who knows she’s not just a woman with a sharp mind and a guarded heart She’s the living vault for secrets that were never supposed to surface. As her hidden past unravels, Ava realizes the most dangerous thing isn’t losing her company. It’s losing herself. And Luca? He’s no longer fighting for a deal. He’s fighting for the only thing he’s never been able to buy, break, or control: Her. In a world built on lies, they’re each other’s only truth. And the deeper they fall, the more everything around them burns.

'The King of Darkness or a King hiding in the dark?' For years the King of Vampires, Vladimir had been hiding. . . Hiding from the ones he had betrayed for his bride~ Living in the darkness, speaking the language of silence. . . 17 years ago the King of Vampires, Vladimir was lured into a trap set by an Oracle. To Find His Fated Bride~ The girl was yet to be born and Vladimir was aware that no parents in their right mind will give their daughter to a vicious Millennium old Vampire King. So in the heat of the moment, Vladimir traded with the Oracle to hand his bride to him in secret without letting her parents know. But the Vampire King never expected the witch to deceive him and abduct his bride using Vladimir as a pawn in her twisted game. . . Battling with his fury and madness the Vampire King had searched every dark forest where the Oracle could hide but he had come back empty-handed with nothing more than the weight of guilt, shame, and longings on his shoulders. What will happen when the bride Vladimir had been searching for will sweep him off his feet as if he was a little princess by literally kidnaping him from his Royal Ball? What will happen when the King who had been hiding in the dark avoiding the limelight will become the hero of the biggest scandal of the century? "Lethal killing machine, the most cunning, ferocious, and oldest Vampire to ever roam earth got kidnapped from his own Royal Ball in front of the crowd of the deadliest vampires, by a young anonymous witch." This scandal was unbelievable yet authentic. ... What will happen when the selfish, cruel, demanding and extremely unreasonable assassin Esmeray will meet the arrogant, self-centered witch-hating Vampire King Vladimir?

"You are mine! Mine to toy with, mine to love and mine to use!" Giovanni yells at the top of his lungs, hoping to get her to back off. "I belong to no one." She didn't budge or flinch. She wasn't scared of him as she knew he would do nothing to hurt her. "You're driving me crazy." He whispers, frustrated that she isn't reacting to him. "That's the plan. To frustrate you till you let me go." "Why do you want to leave so bad?" "Because I'm pregnant," Giovanni De Luca, the most feared mafia Lord in Italy, has always been a vicious man who destroys anything he lays his hands on. However, for the first time, he sees someone he wants to protect at all costs; Caterina Russo. Driven by pure obsession and what he could only describe as love he becomes desperate to have her. The only problem is that she wasn't his to have in the first place. Caterina Russo, finds herself caught up in the crossfire of a strange world. After falling for the most feared Mafia Lord in all of Italy, she discovers she is betrothed to Anthony Esposito, the second biggest Mafia in Italy. Things get only more complicated when she finds that she is with a child for Giovanni. Caterina gets kidnapped by Anthony who goes ahead and plans for their wedding, but becomes livid when he learns of her pregnancy. He decides to get rid of the child, but she refuses knowing Giovanni would come for her and her baby. As a result, a war breaks out between the mafia.

BLURB: Eliana Cross had it all … until she didn't. Now she's broke, homeless, and hiding it from the most vicious students at the country's most elite high school. One wrong move and what's left of her dignity is gone. Eliana's secret is the only thing standing between her and total annihilation. She has already lost everything else. She cannot afford to lose this too. But survival was never going to be simple for Eliana Cross. Because the day two impossibly handsome strangers arrive at Bentley High on a convoy that turns every head in the building … one burning like fire, the other cold as the darkest winter. But then, Eliana realizes she has seen their faces before in her dreams. Even before they ever walked through those doors. Darius—The werewolf heir. Passionate, intense, the kind of presence that consumes everything around him. Rylan—The vampire prince. Cold, controlled, dangerous in the quiet way that the deepest waters always are. Two species. Two enemies forced into the same space by a fragile treaty. And somehow … impossibly, they are ‘both’ her mates. But before Eliana can even make sense of that, a mysterious book finds its way into her hands…a secret that could shatter the fragile peace between two worlds, and put a target on her back that not even two supernatural heirs can protect her from. That's the secret that could get her killed. One wants to protect her. One can't stay away from her. And Eliana … who has already lost everything once … has to choose one of them if not, death will claim them all.

Mine, my wolf said. Who's yours? I asked. The answer was Alpha Damir. I told my wolf to shut the hell up. --- Some vows are made in grief. Some are made in blood. I made mine on my knees in the rain, pushing dirt over the only two people who ever loved me, with smoke still in my lungs and fury so hot it had nowhere left to go. I came back from the UK and something felt wrong before I even reached the gate. The mansion was on fire. My father was already gone. My mother had seconds left and she used every single one of them to give me a name. Alpha Drakan. I carved that name into the inside of my chest and made a vow. Find him. Look him in the eye. Carve his heart out while it's still beating. Except Alpha Drakan was already dead. Two months in the ground. My parents died last night. Dead men don't order killings. Which meant I had the wrong name and the wrong man. My mother hadn't known. She was dying, she couldn't have known. But the name was Drakan and the blood was Drakan and the throne belonged to Drakan. His son. Damir, Alpha of Vordheim. Next of kin to a dead man and sitting on everything that name owned. My mother had pointed me here and here was where the answers lived. He was the one I suspected. The one I was watching. The one I had every intention of killing when the time was right. And then the moon goddess, who clearly has a vicious, twisted, absolutely unhinged sense of humour, went ahead and made him my mate.

I had just walked out of the Pack Healer's cabin, clutching the crumpled paper of my official pregnancy report, when I refreshed my social media feed. An anonymous post on the local pack forum caught my eye. "I've been sleeping with the Alpha for a while now, and I just found out I'm pregnant. But his Luna is knocked up too, and she's months ahead of me. I hate the idea of him having a pup with someone else. I want to carry his firstborn. How can I make him force his mate to get rid of it?" The comments section was flooded with curses and insults calling the poster a home-wrecker. But the original poster had liked one particularly vicious comment. "That's easy. Tell the Alpha that his Luna is too weak and that she is carrying an abomination corrupted by wolfsbane. Tell him it will be a stillborn anyway." I usually just lurked in these threads, but my wolf, Selene, growled within me. My fingers flew across the screen as I replied. "Aren't you afraid of the Moon Goddess's wrath for defying Her will like this?" The moment I hit send, my mate Kael, the Alpha of the Starlight Pack, walked up to me. He was holding a forged diagnosis report from the Healer, his face a mask of pained hesitation. "Seraphina," he said, his voice trembling. " The Healer says our pup's soul is fragmented. It has been judged as a stillborn. For your safety, we have to terminate the pregnancy immediately." He took a breath, looking deep into my eyes. "I have already made the arrangements. Tomorrow, before the Moon Goddess's altar, I will supervise the surgery personally to ensure your absolute safety."

On the day of my engagement party, my mother and I were sitting in the car waiting for the driver when my fiance's secretary suddenly sent me a video. In it, she had a middle-aged she-wolf by the hair, slapping her across the face again and again. "Selena, you gold-digging trash! Did you really think pretending to be some high-society socialite and getting engaged to Alpha Declan meant your mother could sneak into his house and steal?" Another slap landed. The woman's face was already grotesquely swollen. "Typical backwoods behavior. Always grabbing at things that don't belong to you. As Declan's secretary, I'm handling this filthy thief on his behalf." I slowly lowered my phone. Beside me, my mother was adjusting her necklace in her compact mirror. When she noticed me looking at her, she smiled and patted my hand. "Thorncrown Pack may be an absolute disaster when it comes to business, darling, but Declan is very handsome. Once the alliance is official, your father and I can help straighten things out." Frowning, I replayed the video. The sharp cheekbones. The immaculate chignon. And the mole on her ear. Oh my God. That was my future mother-in-law! I immediately called back. "Vanessa, do you have any idea what a complete idiot you are? That's Declan's mother!" She let out a vicious laugh. "Oh, please. Declan already told me all about you. Some nobody his father forced him to marry. " "He doesn't even care about you, so why would he give a damn about your relatives?"