Evil

When Briarcliff Prep’s golden girl vanishes on prom night, she leaves behind a viral podcast exposing deadly secrets buried beneath the school’s perfect reputation.

Avery Vance only wanted revenge for the conspiracy that destroyed her brother. Jaxson Wilde only wants to find his missing stepsister. Forced into a dangerous alliance, the quiet hacker and the school’s infamous hockey captain uncover...

Three years ago, Detective Blaire Hayes survived a kidnapping that should have killed her.

She escaped with scars no one could see, a partner she couldn't save, and memories so shattered that entire pieces of that night have vanished from her mind. Every nightmare drags her back into the darkness she has spent years trying to outrun, but as a detective, she's learned to bury her pain behind a fea...

Derek Chen—a forty-year-old, overweight, balding photographer—has hit rock bottom. Fired by his boss Morgan and humiliated by supermodel Mia Harrington, he's left homeless, bitter, and consumed by rage. His descent into depravity began long before: secretly filming women, groping assistants, nursing a festering hatred of the world that rejected him.

But one drunken night in a Los Angeles park cha...

Five years ago, the elders offered my husband 99 prime Omegas because I was left barren from saving his life.
He rejected them all. "I only love Ophelia," he vowed.
I gave him my family's mafia empire for that lie.
Today, the doors of my penthouse blew open. A woman strutted in, trailing five little boys. She was one of those 99 Omegas. The one who looked exactly like me.
"Five years, five son...

When the apocalypse came, I became one of the military's failed experiments—defective, useless, a waste of space who only knew how to fix machines.
My so-called brother Kane used the camp leader access I got for him to trade away the comms gear I nearly died to secure for a bottle of whiskey. He drained my bone marrow dry to keep me in the dark, then dumped me out in the wasteland to die.
After th...

Three weeks after my son's death, I found the blood-stained cloth doll meant to "ward off disaster" with his name stitched on it.

Right there, in the hands of my husband's mistress, who was giggling as she idly toyed with it.
 
"The psychic said my life force was too weak to keep the baby, and that I needed a substitute to take the curse."
 
"I only sewed Leo's name into the doll. I never imagine...

I lay there, my face buried in the sticky remnants of my mother's tattered genitals, her exhausted body slumped against me like a conquered trophy. The room reeked of semen, feces, and sweat—our dorm buddies had long since left, laughing hysterically. Sophie's thighs trembled near my ear, her thick labia still twitching, spilling the group sex cocktail onto my lips. My heart raced, and I froze. Sh...