Scraped Knuckles Novels & Stories

"We shouldn't be doing this" said a broken whisper filled with desire… * Finding a way to escape her tortured family, Rayla thought that her prayers were soon answered as the moon goddess finally paired her with a mate. All seemed pleased except for her stepbrother who has made it his life mission to bully her. She is usually unbothered by him until one night when he came into her room with broken knuckles, causing her to begin to see him in a different light. Her dreamy bubble gets busted however when her mate suddenly rejects her in front of the whole school the following day, with no explanation whatsoever, …And her life takes an even bigger turn when stepbrother claims her in front of the whole school as his mate. Their relationship is forbidden and tagged as an abomination. And he knows this, but he just doesn’t care!

My boss, Grant Whitlock, removed every table and chair from the operations team's area during the company's holiday party. Then, he placed one stainless-steel dog bowl in the middle of the stage. "Ops is basically the company's guard dog," he announced. "And dogs don't eat at the table." The top sales guy laughed and scraped his leftovers straight into the bowl. After that, Grant threw a black trash bag over my shoulders. "From now on, you're our walking trash can. Make yourself useful." The room exploded with laughter. I didn't say a word. I just tightened my grip around the master access card in my hand. What they didn't know was that the building's emergency utility approvals, maintenance access, and property management favors all went through me. They were all living it up because of this "dog" they loved looking down on. I had had enough. So, I dropped my employee badge into the dog bowl and walked out on them. I thought, 'After the holidays, no one will be cleaning the mess on those two floors. Let's see how well they survive without me.'

In the tenth year of my marriage to a genius pianist, I came down with a strange illness. A month ago, my husband missed my birthday party to care for his ailing sister-in-law. Night after night, I had waited for him to return home. But that night I forgot to wait at all and went to bed early. Half a month ago, he attended an important performance with his sister-in-law. I had always been petty and prone to jealousy, yet this time I didn't get angry. I simply went home in silence. Three days ago, I fell seriously ill with a burning fever. My husband rushed back from out of town in a panic—but only to tend to his sister-in-law, whose hand had been scalded. When we ran into each other at the hospital, I was strangely calm. I, who used to be fiercely jealous, felt nothing at all. I forgot the promise we had made to grow old together. I even forgot how he once fretted over me for days when I'd scraped a bit of skin. It wasn't until he said he wanted to bring his sister-in-law home and take care of her for the rest of his life that I—my memories riddled with holes—summoned the system at last. "I want to go home."

Sheila and Kane had been together for five years. For half a decade, she believed the only reason he wouldn't marry her was that he was too poor. To build a future for them, she worked herself to the bone, saving every penny just to afford a home of their own. That was until she discovered his secret: Kane was no pauper. He was the "Crown Prince" of a corporate empire, adored by everyone. The only "hardship" he had ever endured was eating instant noodles with her and wearing the "cheap rags" she had scraped together her savings to buy for him. He refused to marry her for one reason only: she wasn't high-born enough to match his status. Sheila cut ties decisively. But after the breakup, a twist of fate led her into the bed of her boss, Killian Ford. Everyone believed Killian was a cold, abstinent man who kept women at arm's length. Only Sheila knew the truth—behind that stoic mask was a cunning, possessive man with a hidden, scorching passion. Night after night of relentless obsession... Sheila finally realized that the longest game she had ever played, and the deepest trap she had ever fallen into, was the one Killian had set for her.

Seventeen years ago, Klaus and Liam were two halves of a whole, bound by bruised knuckles and a love they didn't know how to name. Then Klaus vanished, trading their friendship for a hockey stick and a billionaire legacy. Now, Klaus Conti is the "Ice King" of the NHL—a cold, untouchable superstar who lives behind a wall of PR-approved silence. Liam Vance is a ghost in his own life, drowning in debt and fighting to keep his ten-year-old brother, Leo, alive. When a locker-room scandal threatens to melt Klaus's reputation, his team offers Liam a contract: pose as Klaus’s "ambiguous" best friend to humanize the star. Liam needs the money for Leo’s treatment; Klaus needs a shield. But as Liam captures the boy behind the superstar through his lens, the professional lines shatter. When a staged betrayal forces Klaus to choose between his hard-won reputation and the man he never stopped loving, his cowardice costs Liam everything. To earn a second chance, the Ice King will have to step out of the shadows and face the world—or lose Liam forever.

Jace shoved her up against the wall, his knuckles hitting it as he did. The wall cracking beneath his fist. “I said you're going to listen to what I say!” He growled, tightening his grip slightly on her arms. A smirk appeared on her perfect lips. The smirk drove him insane. “And I said I will do what I want.” Nora said, her eyes daring him. ************************************ Nora comes home late one night to find blood. Nora's world was destroyed in one night. Struggling to be normal she bumps into Alpha Jace who must kill her. He knows her secret. Jace is about to end her life when his wolf howls Mate. Nora instantly hates Jace, connecting the dots. She realizes what ruined her life. She dives into this new world with revenge. What will happen if others find out Nora's secret? Can Jace save her? Is Nora the key to saving them all?

"I won't get married to him and none of you will make me!" She blurted out in anger and despise. "I won't let you and father do the same thing you did years back." She said, trying not to break down in tears as she clenched her knuckles into a fist. ~ What would you do when after so many years of being away from your family and friends, and then you come back home only to be forced into a marriage? This was the case of Lillian Blake, a young and beautiful lady whose world got shattered when her father forced her to marry a man she knows nothing about. What will happen now that Lillian finally get married to him against her will? Along the line, she finds out a dangerous secret about the people she called her family and it explained everything that has been happening to her right from her childhood. What was this secret? And how would she protect herself from the dangers that comes along this secret?

With the unfortunate event that led Georgia Musni to meet the mafia underboss Primo Bonsignore, a heart-shattering truth surfaced as a result. The ideal and perfect man that Georgia painted her fiance in her mind was tainted black when Primo proved him to be the man that Georgia didn’t think that he is. “You bastard why… did you throw the ring?” voice shaking, Georgia asked as the ball of knuckles in her hands formed. “Because I know very well that you will do the same thing soon.” Grinning ear-to-ear, Primo answered as if he didn’t steal the most valuable thing to her. Primo in fact didn’t lie. Knowing the truth through him changed her judgment of her fiance. Soon enough, they ended up sharing the same goal where they had to look back on the life that they had lived, while subsiding the fact that Primo is a mafia. Taking that into consideration, how would the truth about their lives–especially Georgia’s play in their relationship? Will it make their ties stronger? Or be the reason for them to cut ties?

As I walk out of the emergency room, a woman rushes over to me. "You're a doctor, right? My son scraped his knee. Hurry up and come treat him!" I am about to explain, but she glares at me and questions indignantly, "Isn't a doctor supposed to save people? You have time to slack off, but you have no time to treat my son's wound. Is that it?" She grabs my collar and drags me toward the ward. I try to explain, "Ma'am, I’m not—" But she doesn't listen at all and slaps me across the face. "Not what? Are you blind? Can't you see my son is bleeding? Instead of helping my son, you treat those poor nobodies! If you keep delaying my son's treatment, I won't let you off! "Get on your knees and apologize to him right now! Otherwise, I'll file a complaint and have your license revoked!" I endure the sharp pain and struggle to lift my head. In my five years of practicing medicine, this is the first time I have ever been complained about by a living person. "It's not that I won't treat him. I am a forensic pathologist..."

“Say it.”The hockey locker room fell silent. Blood dripped from Dylan Winthrop’s knuckles as he stared at me after beating a guy up for touching me. I should’ve been scared,Instead, I was angry. “You’re insane,” I snapped.Dylan stepped closer, his gaze dark and unreadable. “Maybe,” he said quietly.  “But he should’ve known better..... I'm the only one allowed to bully you” The problem with Dylan Winthrop?He hated me.At least, that’s what everyone at Blackwood Academy believed. When Riele Carter transfers to Blackwood Academy on a scholarship, she becomes the favorite target of the school’s golden boy. Dylan Winthrop is rich, arrogant, feared, and completely untouchable.   From cruel pranks to vicious rumors, Dylan makes Riele’s life miserable but unlike everyone else, Riele refuses to bow to him and that only seems to make him more obsessed.What starts as hatred soon turns into something dangerous, messy, and impossible to ignore.