Forensic Doctor

HOPE BONNARRO
She is the daughter of the most influential Capo of the Bianchi Mafia, the organization that rules the American underworld. She grew up following three rules: she cannot fall in love, marry, or draw attention. In exchange, she was granted the freedom to study Medicine at university. An attack on the convoy that protects her puts Hope’s life in danger when her brother is seriously inj...

I fell in love… with the reckless son of the ruthless man I was about to marry.
When Cash Graves returned from his wild escapades in deep trouble, everything changed.
Younger, magnetic, and dangerously tempting, he was impossible to resist.
His father, Carl Graves, isn’t just anyone.
He’s rich, obsessive, and a power-hungry man. He owns me. And Carl will do anything to protect the secret he burie...

Elara Nightingale, a brilliant forensic pathologist, has spent her life avoiding the strange visions that plague her. But when a series of ritualistic murders rocks Ravenshadow City, she's pulled into a supernatural conspiracy that will expose her real identity.
Arrested by the enigmatic Detective Thorne Davidsyn, who's secretly the heir to the Obsidian Court werewolf family, Elara becomes entangl...

“Where did you hide the body?”

That was the first thing he asked me. Not my name. Not why I was kneeling in the snow beside the grave.

Two years ago, I falsified a DNA report to protect my father. The mistake buried a woman’s justice—and raised a man’s revenge.

Vale Creed, the billionaire who built his empire on truth, doesn’t believe in forgiveness. He believes in leverage.

Now, he knows wh...

Warning : 21+

This story contains violence, sexual scenes, murder, suicide and weapons.

She felt suffocated, these two men didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. They fight just to show who is the strongest and who will give up first.

"Oh fuck..." Her moan turned into a wince when Jacob bit her earlobe. He wanted Ruby to pay more attention to him, instead of continuing to focus on Damia...

On a stormy night, a horrific crash unfolded on the overpass. The victim was brought to the city forensic center.
My husband, Ethan, slipped on his gloves and expertly examined my shattered body, his voice detached. "Record this: Female, approximately twenty-five years old, suffered severe trauma before death."
His assistant sighed. "That's rough. Not a single family member showed up."
Just then, ...

On the night of Reeve’s birthday, I drove to his family’s coastal estate with a premium ribeye and a bottle of Pinot Noir, ready to give him a romantic surprise.
But the rug was shifted three inches, and a single drop of dark blood hid in the floorboards. Before I could run, a gun barrel pressed against the back of my head.
The man was impeccably dressed and terrifyingly calm. Upstairs in my batht...