The Gorgons Head Novels & Stories

Artemis White. A 16-year-old beauty with too many secrets. In her daily life, she goes by the name of Arte Jones so that she can keep those secrets buried. She seems normal, happy, bubbly and head over heels for her boyfriend Cole Bianchi. What happens when everything isn't what it seems? What happens when she tries to grit her teeth and bear it? Will this secret diamond become damaged and flawed from the constant incoming impacts? Or will the pressure mould her into something new? Something...Better.

““Stop trying to run away from me Hannah. You are mine! from the crown of your head down to the soles of your feet, all belong to me” came the fierce declaration of the man who claims to be her mate before he leaned down and engulfed her lips in a kiss that had her panting and wanting for more. Hannah wanted to believe him but she still had doubts and unresolved past traumas threatening to push him away from her. Will she give their bond a chance or will his enemies triumph over them?

Anastasia, a former mafia wife, has fled her dangerous past with her children and started a new life. But when her husband, Ivan, the powerful head of a criminal organization, realizes the grave mistakes he has made, he will stop at nothing to win her back. Anastasia is torn between her love for Ivan and the safety of her family, as she is forced to navigate a dangerous game of love, loyalty, and betrayal. Will she choose to return to the life she left behind, or will she protect her family at all costs?

"Are you okay, did I hurt you?" he whispers, gently running his thumb on my flushed cheek. His eyes are so tender and the way they stare down at me, makes my heart swell with immense joy. I can't believe I just did it, and it was amazing. "No" I shake my head leaning into his touch. Fuck! I love him so much. I want this man to myself all days of my life. "Thank you for trusting me, baby. I..I...i" he quickly looks away when he couldn't complete his sentence, and I know why. "You don't have to tell me anything" I whisper pulling his head to my lips. "It doesn't matter to me, Rico. You are all I want, with your every flaw and the darkness that surrounds you" "But you deserve so much better sweetheart, you deserve the world" "Then be my world. I don't want to exist in a place you aren't " I sincerely murmur and it silences him. For the first time since I met rico, his eyes hold a different emotion other than the obvious ones. Determination. They are both lonely with troubling pasts, they both have walls built up so high and won't allow anyone to notice the pain behind their eyes. Can Mia Vulcan and Rico Moreno help each other overcome the demons hunting them? Find out.

Being assigned to become the personal guard of a mafia boss is already a difficult task. Becoming his guard and carrying his child at the same time? Near impossible. “The baby isn’t yours.” Luciano smirked, a deadly glint flashing in his eyes. “Oh, really?” he asked, one of his eyebrows raised. He walked closer to me, each of his steps resonating in the dark room. I couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of him. It has been three long years since I’ve last seen him, but why has he even gotten hotter than before? “I’m going to ask you once more,” he said, leaning closer to my face. I held my head up high, determined not to succumb to his charm. “Is she mine?” I shook my head. “Definitely not yours.” His jaw ticked, and he looked to the side before leaning his face even closer to mine, his hot breath hovering over my lips. I held in my breath and watched the alluring movement of his lips. “Then, which scoundrel does that child belong to?” I placed both of my hands on his chest and gently pushed him back. “Why? What are you going to do about it if you know?” He tilted his head to the side and smirked. “I’m going to kill that bastard.”

All is fair in love, war and Business. Is it though? Grace never had it easy when it came to life. First she had to deal with her parents trying rip each other's head off. Her mother finally manages to take her away and escapes the man she called her father. But things take a new turn when a few years later, she witnesses her mother's death. She is left completely heartbroken and alone. She finally decides to pick her self up and stand back on her feet. But will she be able to carry herself after she lands a new job at a place she never expected, with a boss who is ready to walk all over her? Will things go the way she wanted them to or does fate has its part to play? ---------------------------------------------------- Her body jerked as she was pulled inside the office by his strong hand clutching her arms and within a second she found herself pinned against the wall, caged in the devil's arm. “What the..” her words were silenced by Aston's lips smashing against her own for a furious kiss. Time seemed to stand still as their lips molded together, the kiss an explosion of pent-up emotions that had been lurking beneath the surface. It was heated, fierce, and chaotic, a tumultuous clash of desire and resentment. A fiery story of two souls hard in the head, thirsty for love clashing together to maintain their pride. But someone will have to melt first. Who will it be?

"She will come back," she promised. "She just needs time to sort her head out." "Not her heart?" The dry distinction made Charley wince. "I'm sure she loves you," she persisted. "She's just not ready to commit to marriage." If you just give her time, then I— Black eyebrows with a fascinating silken gloss gave her a curious look. "Are you actually standing there, Miss Jones, suggesting that I should wait for Adelina to sort her head out?" Well, was she? Lifting her chin, "If you love her—yes," she insisted. "Then you are a romantic fool because it is not going to happen." He moved suddenly, straightening away from the desk. "There is a wedding arranged for next Saturday morning, and I intend to make sure that it goes ahead." Without a bride? Charley stared at him. "You mean—you're going to find her and drag her back to marry you?" A silly kind of laugh left her throat at the very image of Adelina being dragged by this man down the church aisle, kicking and screaming. ‘No.’ Reaching behind him, his long fingers picked Adelina's letter up again—this time to fold it with slow, neat precision. "I mean to replace her with someone else."I want reparation for being taken for an idiot, and if that means putting you in Adelina's wedding dress and marrying you in her place, then that is what is going to happen."

18+ | Strictly Mature Readers Only “Open your mouth and take it,” Professor Kaelven growled, his hand fist-deep in my hair as he forced my head down toward his throbbing length. I was just a wolfless student at the academy. He was the lethal, heavily scarred Lycan Prince cold, dominant, and completely forbidden. He also happened to be my best friend’s older brother. I never meant to look. But when I peeked through his office door and caught the dangerous prince shirtless, sweat-slicked, and ruthlessly masturbating his massive cock to ride out a feral heat, my helpless gasp sealed my fate. There is no escaping a feral Lycan. Dragged inside and slammed flat against his desk, I was forced to face the reality of his hunger, as his long fingers tear away my uniform, smearing his hot pre-cum across my clit before driving his fingers deep inside my tight, weeping opening. He demands I pump his rigid shaft, stretch my mouth wide around his leaking head, and swallow his wild, breathless groans. But as his sharp teeth sink directly into my shoulder to claim me as his secret mate, a heavy fist suddenly explodes against the outside of the locked door, threatening to shatter our scandalous taboo right in front of the entire pack. Welcome to your next dark, sheet-gripping obsession.

When I first started at Serenity Hills, the head nurse told me coma patients paid well—but the job was messy and brutal. They could only get IV nutrition. Screw that up, and you're basically killing them. Today was day thirty of looking after the girl. Young. Gorgeous. Like always, I hit the nurse's station to grab her IV bags— But then I saw it. Thirty glucose bottles gone. IV nutrition? Still sealed. Chills shot down my spine.

Josef Hadrian is the young 18-year-old Crown Prince if the Austrian Empire. Despite his weak stature and illness, he is determined to rule just as his father did, but with a twist. The young prince loves being with the commoners and is constantly curious about their everyday lives and joining them in their endeavors while keeping an eye on the whole land. Striving to change the eyes of the world about his family, he ascended not one throne, but several thrones, including that of Hungary, he stood on the ready to face he hardships of ruling an Empire head on.