Sharp Nails Palace Novels & Stories

“How sore are you?” His unexpected presence made me jump in fright. “Your Majesty?” I spun around to see him sitting on the bed I had been staring at earlier. “Come here.” He didn’t repeat the question. Did I mishear? “Your Grace, if you’ll just let me finish cleaning up this area—” I rushed out, suddenly confused and nervous about why he’d want me to come closer. “How about you abandon that and come sit, Cassia. Now.” His tone was firm yet soft. I almost gasped when he raised his eyebrows and patted his left thigh. I gulped hard and took tentative steps toward him…. In a world where medieval and modern collide, werewolves, vampires, and hybrids rule while humans live in fear, their lives not fully belonging to themselves. Cassia is one of the unfortunate souls sold by her aunt to the hybrid palace, a place desperately in need of new servants. Living under the roof of the infamous Hybrid King, who harbors a deep-seated hatred for humans—especially due to their role in the brutal attack that harmed his mother—her fate becomes dangerously intertwined with his. As she navigates the treacherous palace with survival on her mind, she becomes entangled with the King, who fights against an undeniable attraction to the very human he despises.

Seri Eclarim grew up to be the best princess that the poor kingdom of Gebi ever knew. A princess with a kind heart filled with love, that's who she is. At twenty, she was contented, living like a normal citizen in their kingdom. However, when the king of Riovas unexpectedly died, she was dragged into a palace with two other princesses from different kingdoms, fighting for the heart of the soon-to-be king, Prince Hazan. Seeing that her only chance to save Gebi was to marry Prince Hazan, Princess Seri decided to do anything to win, even if this meant that she had to seduce him.

In a world of magic, rivalry and influence, Hazel finds herself as the chosen bride of the crown prince of Silvera. Due to the rebellious streak in her veins, she ends up making several enemies within the palace walls. When she falls in love with Yuka, the half-blood brother of the Crown Prince and discovers the hidden truth about her identity as well as her lover's identity, things take a different turn. Hazel soon discovers the betrayal, the secrets and the plot of the enemies. With a fire of determination and with Yuka supporting her, she begins to seek retribution that brings her enemies to their knees.

Ezequiel James was the alpha of the most powerful pack. She entered his palace as a maid and saved his life. He promised her, he would return for her and claim her. Will he keep his promise? Was she just a maid for him? Or what if she was really his fated mate? Once he would learn that she was almost ‘a nobody’, would he accept her? AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey! Stay connected. Don't forget to give your reviews. And don't for get to send me those beautiful Gems. xoxo

The Alpha King pins Everleigh to the ground, declaring that she will be his new bride. But she can never marry him - if he ever found out her secret, that she KNOWS his son Auden and is the mother of secret twins, the King will kill her instantly. Desperate, Everleigh runs away in the night. Can Prince Auden catch Everleigh and bring her back to the palace to meet her fate and marry the King? Who will be the first to figure out that Auden has more in common with Everleigh's secret twins than he originally suspected?

Annie lived on the streets for as long as she could remember but her life changes when she is offered a job as a maid at the palace after she saved the life of the Queen. With the expectation that her life will get much better but fate has other plans for her as she falls for the eldest princess's fiance ,a very handsome and charming Surgeon, Stephen Paul. With the intense feelings that keeps her up all night, that prevents her from ceasing to think about Stephen , how will Annie be able to keep her feelings a secret from the royal family or from the man himself?

“Look at me when I touch you,” Sebastian growled, Mara swallowed hard “this isn't part of the deal”. Sebastian's lips brushed her ear.“Everything about you is part of my deal” pinning Mara against the penthouse glass, city lights blazing behind her. His hand slid possessively between her thighs. “I own your moans, your wetness and every filthy inch of you.” She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “You bought my body to save my son. Not my fucking soul.” His lips crashed against her neck “ then I'll take that too until you beg me to keep you forever”. He caught her falsifying figures to steal for her dying son then chained her to his bed with a devil's bargain instead of jail. She was the only woman who never wanted him until desperation made her his sex tool every night. Now Sebastian's obsession burns hotter than ever. He hates seeing her around other men. He starts claiming her publicly. Mara is no longer just the desperate thief warming his bed. She's his obsession, his property, his addiction. And what happens when a medical test exposes a secret buried in the past?

It was my son's engagement party. However, my husband stopped me from giving my soon-to-be daughter-in-law her gift. "His mother will do the honors. This is not your place." I thought he was joking until he put his arm around his childhood sweetheart and sat down together around the main table. "I know Bianca mishandled your baby, but she had postpartum depression, and it was an accident. "She gave you Jason to make up for her mistake. It's time for them to be a family again. She has atoned for her sins." My nails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. Just when I was on the brink of losing it, my son raised a toast to her. "Someone has stolen your place for 30 years, Mom, but you'll never have to suffer again." Right now, my husband and son were like strangers I'd never met instead of my family. A bitter smile curled my lips. We'd spent more than three decades together. Time had left its mark on my graying hair, yet I was treated as nothing more than an outsider in a place I was supposed to call home. Perhaps this home was too small to fit all of us. Since that was the case, someone had to bow out and that someone… was me.

He smirked, knowing he was on the winning side. "So it's a done deal for three months?" He raised his eyebrows, putting his hand forth for a handshake. I looked at the long fingers and perfectly aligned nails and then at his patient face. Sighing to myself I my own hand into his and ignored the tingles that flowed through every nerve as his fingers curled around my hand and shook it lightly. "Yeah three months." "Goodnight then." He winked, removing his hand from mine and turned to walk away. "Hey wait!" I called out, suddenly remembering something. "You don't have my number." "What makes you think that? I have my ways Smith." And with one last wink I saw him take a turn and disappear from my sight. I let out a long breath, leaning on the nearby wall. Looks like I just made a deal with the Devil. * A sarcastic girl, a cocky guy. Throw in some mystery, murder, filthy jokes, wonderful friends, tons of kisses, secrets, surprises, eye-rolls and a killer on run. And you have got yourself a story never read before. ***So grab a cup of hot chocolate, some chips and a warm blanket and get ready to laugh, cry and bite your lip in anticipation. Enjoy!!

His mouth claimed hers with a hunger he’d clearly been holding back for years, tongue sliding deep, slow, possessive. Large hands mapped her body like he’d memorized it from stolen glances—cupping her breasts through her thin top, thumbs circling her nipples until they ached and peaked. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” he rasped against her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Every time you walked through that door in those little sundresses…” He backed her against the wall, one thigh pressing firmly between hers so she could grind down on the hard ridge of him. Melanie whimpered, already soaked, hips rolling shamelessly. Marcus groaned approval, fingers slipping beneath her skirt to find her drenched panties. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed, stroking her clit through the lace in slow, deliberate circles. “So wet for me already. Been thinking about this?” “Yes—God, yes,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. ********** She knew it was wrong, craving her best friend’s father, but it was a sin she was willing to indulge in... damn the consequences, even if that includes a heartbreak.