Nilo Train Table Novels & Stories

Sorevia City, Darmoria One of my wife's so-called friends practically shouted across the table, "So, you got knocked up by your side piece. What's the game plan?" Vanessa Joplin calmly set a plate of steak in front of me. "We always said if one of us cheated, we'd vanish from each other's lives for good," she said, all sugar-sweet. "I'm not letting that happen. So yeah—I've been careful. Once the baby's here, the only dad anyone'll see is Glen." After that, she signed that she'd love me forever—totally missing the red burn around my eyes. She didn't know I'd gotten my hearing back a week ago. Didn't know I already knew about the guy on the side. And she definitely didn't know I'd bought a ticket north. Seven days. Once the paperwork cleared, I'd be gone. No noise. No goodbye. Just erased.

"I'm a master at laundry and cooking, whether it's fast food, Japanese cuisine, or a French feast. What would you like to eat first? Marry me, and I guarantee you'll be blessed with delicious meals every day, Mr. Getson. So, will you marry me?""Sure!"After learning from the failure of her first marriage, Nancy only wanted an ordinary man to spend her life with during her second marriage. However, much to her surprise, her new husband, Yaacob, is revealed to be the primary heir to the country's most substantial fortune. When Nancy found out about this, her world turned upside down. Such wealth and privilege!After their marriage, Yaacob looked at the bland bowl of pasta before him and asked, "What happened to the French feast and Japanese cuisine you promised?"Hearing this, the woman in front of him swiftly untied her apron, raised one of her alluring legs, and casually sat on the table, "Would you prefer French cuisine, or me?"Yaacob, reminiscing about the previous night, replied, "You, of course!"

Silas, the Alpha King’s illegitimate son and the son of an infamous warrior who was also the Alpha King’s childhood lover, was abandoned by his true father when his grandfather, Alpha King Nobi explained to him as an Alpha prince the high expectations for his life. As a result, Silas’ mother, Althea the warrior was banished from the kingdom when she was just a month pregnant for Silas as even her lover turned his back on her and denied her publicly. Her pack shuns her, forcing her and her family to give up their titles. On a lie his mother told, they were forced to seek refuge and the only pack willing to take them in with no questions asked happened to be her former rival’s pack. Many years later, they train Silas to be a mobile weapon of vengeance. When Silas finally meets the notorious Alpha Zemo; his real father, will he reveal to the Alpha about his shameful secret? What will happen when the Alpha king finds out that his newly trusted personal guard has a secret of his own, that he is secretly plotting his death and taking over his kingdom? Darkness looms when it was discovered by his mother’s old pack that she went to their rival pack. What will happen when the Alpha realizes that Silas is his only true son? Will he seek forgiveness, hand him over to his old pack or fight him to the death and be merciless against the product of his true love?

Savannah is accused of poisoning her own mate so she can take over the rule of White Stone Pack, she was summoned by the council to prove her innocence, but she never expected to come across with her second chance mate on the day of her hearing. Challenges of running a pack, raising her kid and her love to her lost mate, she only has left with one option, to reject him. Kevin is the powerful Alpha of Shadow Moon Pack, he was rejected once by her fated mate and since than has no intention of finding another mate, however, council does not approve it. The day he was expected to choose a mate, he found out Savannah is his fated mate, but rejection once again loomed over him, but this time he wasn’t willing to let go, but she doesn’t seem to understand and Kevin put the contract on the table, binding them in formal relation, but ditching the mate bond was easy? Finding the mate was enough to save their packs? They weren’t prepared for what was coming after their announcement as a mate.

On the fourth day after our son died, I decided to end my military marriage. Before that, I spent three days taking care of what remained of him. On the first day, I tricked my wife into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to my son's school and collected the textbooks he never had the chance to use. On the third day, I prepared a table full of his favorite dishes and begged my wife to come home so we could celebrate his birthday one last time. She agreed. Then she turned around, claimed she had a mission, and spent the entire night setting off fireworks with her childhood sweetheart. That night, I sat beside my son's memorial photo and ate alone. The next day, she came home looking guilty and handed me a brand new backpack. She said it was a gift for our son to use at school. She did not know that our child would never live to see his first day of school.

“If your offer is still on the table, let’s get married.” The words felt hard enough, and I watched as Zane Della-Ross eased into a smirk. Of course, he would smirk, I was asking him to marry me. Sloane Reed walks away from her wedding after finding out that her betrothed partner of fourteen years has been nothing but a cheat. But with her father’s last testimony suddenly having a loophole by the breakage of her engagement, Sloane must marry before the clock hits 12 midnight before her 25th birthday. With four days and no other option left, she does anything a desperate heiress would do, she gets into a contract marriage. Not with a random stranger but with the one man she’s avoided for the last ten years of her life. With the eldest son of the Della-Ross family. Zane Della-Ross. It’s just a contract, a means to secure her wealth. But what Sloane never knows is that Zanek Della-Ross never needed a reason to want her. l When power dynamics and desire collide, will Zane and Sloane be able to stick to what this is? A contract?

Two years ago, my father sold me to a billionaire. Delson Ford owns me. My body. My time. My silence. He fucks me like I'm furniture and calls it marriage. The only thing he doesn't control is my work. In the ER, I'm a doctor. Not a wife or a victim. Then Elijah Roosevelt comes in bleeding. He's a mob boss. He's my husband's greatest enemy. And he has a condition that makes pain feel like pleasure. He refuses anesthetic. He watches me stitch his wounds with a smile. And when he gets hard on my table, I can't look away. Now he's requested me as his personal doctor. Now he's in my space. In my head. He says I'm his to protect. He says my husband won't touch me ever again. But Elijah Roosevelt doesn't protect anything without owning it first. And I'm starting to want him too.

The plan was simple: move in with my mom, play the dutiful daughter, and count down the days until I could escape back to my real life. I didn’t expect my first night out to end in the parking lot being fucked by a silver fox who looked at me like I was his favorite sin. I thought it was a one-night mistake. A filthy, beautiful secret I’d take to my grave. Until the next morning, when I met my mom’s new husband... and he was him. Now, every family breakfast is a slow-motion panic attack. Every glance across the dinner table is a reminder of his hands on my skin. I can’t tell my mom the truth, but the deeper I sink into the Schmidt estate, the darker the truth becomes. Because in this house, there are no rules. There is no "mine" or "yours." There is only ours. I thought I was falling for a man. I didn’t realize I was being claimed by a bloodline. It turns out I don’t have a husband... I have masters. And they aren't finished sharing.

My in-laws were old-fashioned. They insisted that spending New Year's in their hometown was a must for a smooth year ahead. We could not get train tickets, so we decided to drive back. When my wife’s first love heard about it, he insisted on coming with us. He even brazenly took the front passenger seat from me. “Charles, I get carsick easily. I can only sit in the front.” Evan shot me a disdainful look. "It's just a seat. Why are you being so touchy?" “If you knew how to drive, would this even be an issue?” My in-laws chimed in as well. “You’re a grown man. Why are you making such a fuss over something so small?” Outnumbered, I had no choice but to squeeze into the back seat with my in-laws. Then, when we were passing a toll booth, Yvonne spotted a stray dog and was suddenly overcome with compassion. “That poor dog. Let’s bring it home with us.” I immediately objected, “The car is already full. If we bring a dog too, we’ll be over the limit. We won’t even be allowed on the road.” Before I had even finished speaking, Evan turned on me without hesitation. “Charles, in that case, why don’t you give up your seat for the dog? You can just take a cab back!”

Not long after Josh Stewart proposed to me, the Stewart family went bankrupt. He took on three jobs, pouring everything he had into taking care of me. Every morning, he handed me the first cup of coffee, and the only fresh bagel on the table was always mine. He would pull me into his arms and promise, softly but firmly, that once he had saved his first 100,000 dollars, he would marry me. I believed every word. Until the day I stepped into an exclusive private club and saw him with his childhood sweetheart, their fingers intertwined, as he ordered a bottle of Lafite without a second thought. "If Yvette still hasn't realized in three days that Donald's been pretending to be you, then you win," she said with a smile. "Her eyesight isn't great," Josh replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "And Donald avoids women. She won't notice. If I win, you're coming abroad with me for the wedding." I stood there, just out of sight, listening. A small smile tugged at my lips. Perhaps… it was time to find myself a different groom.