Ninth House Sequel Novels & Stories

I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my throat. Those pills are one of her inventions, called "smart pills". However, she doesn't care that I'm choking so hard on them that my eyes roll to the back of my head. "Stop using excuses, saying that you're tired or sleepy. These pills will keep you up for 24 hours without sleep. That should be enough time for you to complete all those math problems!" Dad then turns on "Strict Mode" on the smart house system, Domi. He says to me, "And don't even think about escaping the house to look for help. I will lock the door and cut off every signal going in or coming out. If you don't finish your work in time, nobody will even care if you die here!" After that, the three of them leave me behind and head off for their vacation in Hervaii. While shutting the door behind them, however, the vase of flowers full of water suddenly crashed into Domi's control panel. I'm choking so hard on the pills that I feel asphyxiated. I keep banging my fists against the front door for help. However, Domi, who has now short-circuited, keeps repeating, "Please complete your math questions, Gianna. Study hard and be a good student. "Study hard and be a good student. "Study hard and be a good student." I grip the sheets of math problems in my hands in agony. Will Mom, Dad, and George finally be happy when they see that I'm giving up my life for this?

SEQUEL TO A PUBLICIST'S PLIGHT Lies. Betrayal. Secrets. Corruption. Just your average day in an American corporation. Sebastian Harrison has successfully secured his spot as Harrison Incorporated's Chief Executive Officer. And although the goal has been achieved, it is only the beginning. With him and Leslie King on rocky ground and his father still trying to influence the future of Sebastian's company, Sebastian feels caught between doing the right thing and the safe thing. But when Leslie begins to show interest in Colombian Bachelor, Alejandro Quintanilla - nephew to Salvador Quintanilla, an important partner to Harrison Inc. - Sebastian struggles to put his money where his mouth is. And when it comes to Leslie whose budding new love interest and family intrusions have kept her busy, it's hard for Sebastian to step back and accept what never became. However, time can only conceal for so long, and in the midst of Sebastian's new position and Leslie's new relationship, it is inevitable that the past will come find it's way seeping through the cracks of the locked chest. Especially when this said chest has secrets being kept for each other's own good. **

Audrey felt her world crumble to nothing when she arrives back in New York to see that Cater was now living a new life with Chloe and her daughter. While her life is at risk with the mastermind pointing a gun at her, Audrey is determined to take revenge on those who shattered her life six years ago. But Carter doesn't seem to want to let go, for him, she is a drug he was addicted to.

Step into a world of forbidden pleasures with this collection of taboo erotica short stories. Each story explores desires that society whispers about but rarely admits secret obsessions, forbidden encounters, and irresistible temptations that push every boundary. From stolen touches to dangerous liaisons, every tale drips with heat, seduction, and daring passion. These are fantasies that thrill, shock, and captivate each one more intoxicating than the last. Dive in if you dare, and surrender to the darkest cravings you’ve ever imagined.

I had just given birth when the country sent me on a secret mission that kept me undercover for seven years. When it finally ended, I came home on leave. I was eager to see my husband and children, whom I had missed every single day. However, the moment my car stopped at the gate, I saw my two children—my most precious treasures—being shoved down the steps by a woman. They tumbled hard, and they were covered in bruises. The next second, three snarling wolfhounds were released from the house, and they pounced on the children with bared teeth. Fury surged through me, and I charged forward. I got the dogs away with a few swift kicks and punches. Amid the animals’ pitiful howls, my ten-year-old son instinctively shielded his sister. His young face was pale with fear. Meanwhile, my eight-year-old daughter snapped out of her daze and trembled as she urged me to leave. “Miss, run! You hurt her dogs, and if Dad finds out, he won’t let you get away with it!” I forced down my anger and gently said, “She set the dogs on you first. Even if your dad were here, he’d protect you just like I did.” I did not expect this to make their eyes instantly fill with tears. Alarmed, I was about to ask what was wrong when a woman’s arrogant voice rang out. “You vagrant! I have a close relationship with Martin Gray, and I’m also the lady of the Gray family! “You and these two brats who dirtied my house aren’t leaving in one piece today!” I froze for a second before I took a deep breath and called my husband. “Martin, who’s this woman proclaiming to be the lady of the Gray family? Where did she come from? You’d better have a good explanation for this. And tell me, when did the house I left for John and Katy get a new owner?”

"You are the reason..." I said with shaky hands. "Tavi..." Essex breathed. "I swear I would break down every mountain and build never ending bridges to get to you, mate. You're the reason my heart is still bleeding," I replied with glossy eyes. "You are my reason, Tavi," he said before crashing his lips into mine. "I cannot lose you," I replied allowing those tears to freely fall. "You won't. I love you," he said kissing my tears away.

He shattered her heart. Now fate is giving him one more chance—if only she’ll let him in. *********** Zara never imagined she’d return to the world that stole her innocence. But survival leaves scars, and behind her mask is a woman reborn—stronger, guarded, and determined never to be broken again. Liam thought he buried his past in boardrooms and blood. Yet when his newest bodyguard stirs memories long buried, he’s torn between guilt, obsession, and hope. Her eyes. Her silence. Her fire—it all feels too familiar. As the truth inches closer and old wounds resurface, Zara and Liam find themselves caught in a dangerous dance of secrets, revenge, and unresolved love. But some hearts, no matter how shattered, remember who they beat for. In a world of fragile trust and dangerous truths, can love really survive the lies of the heart?

12 lives were chosen to be the end of this war. 12 lives is what we were told were all that was needed. when we finally crossed the border to the fae however the truth came to light. I lived my life believing service to my country was enough and that I should be glad to die a martyr. Now as I see Nok standing in the night I can't help but feel like it's just not worth it. After 3 years of training Ashai and her comrades are pushed into a new world with one goal in mind: kill the fae king and bring peace. When she meets a young fae named Nok however the simplicity of the plan fades and she is forced to choose between her mission: the one thing she was made to do, and her new found freedom that comes with her fae blood. Lies are revealed and her life turns upside down when she enters the fae court, how will she deal with the over powering emotions of the fae and her own perceived inferiority? Maybe that dark and mysterious King could help her? Dive into a twisting tale of Faerie court politics, royal family drama, and romantic triangles with Ashai who tries to navigate the wild new world she's found herself in.

Lilith's parents taught her that everyone deserved a second chance, including the devil. But her parents are dead, along side her baby brother, and Lilith doesn't believe that the man responsible is even worth the consideration of second chance. Lilith Hayes and Javier Escobar were childhood best friends and each other's first love. But they got separated at sixteen when Javier's father had a business breakthrough and he had to move to Mexico. Before he left, Lilith and Javier promised to find each other when they got older to continue their love story, but that's just what it was. A silly teenage promise. Because nine years later, when they find each other, they're both on the opposite, yet same sides of the world. Lilith is an undercover FBI agent, sent to infilterate one of the most powerful mafia houses in Mexico–Los Muertos, and to gather dirt on the Head of House. And Javier? He's the Head of Los Muertos. When Lilith infilterates his world under the false name of Dakota Alister, she discovers three things. One: Javier is no longer the chubby nerd she was in love with. He's grown into a sexy ruthless devil who believes that love is just another form of weakness. Two: He still owned every inch of her body and heart, now even more so when he's a hardened criminal with the looks of a god. And even though she hates him to death for killing her family, her Judas of a body still responds to him. Three: The underworld is a game of survival and if she wants to kill him, she has to survive first.

At the Halloween Carnival, my younger brother and I got separated. Not long after, the headless body of a teenage boy was found in an alley. My father was consumed with rage—he blamed me entirely. He locked me in the chapel and forced me to chant prayers and light candles for my brother's soul for eighty-one days and nights. After that, he had me sold to a brothel in the city's red-light district, so I could spend the rest of my life atoning for my brother. He instructed the brothel manager there to give me only the most depraved clients—and to make sure I was left barely breathing. The brothel manager, paid to follow orders, assigned me to women with twisted tastes. Night after night, I was tormented. When I came down with consumption, I was denied any care. The hands I'd once used to turn pages—the hands of a scholar—were deliberately broken, crushing whatever hope I had left for the future. Eventually, one client went too far, and I died on the bed. The brothel manager had my body rolled up in a straw mat and dumped in a mass grave outside town. A year later, on New Year's Eve, my brother came back.