Slice of Life

My grandmother left me three things: a crumbling inn, five guests, and a warning to take good care of her guests.

She forgot to mention that the guests were dead.

Just when I'm getting used to my unusual residents, Adrian Salvatore checks in.

Handsome, infuriatingly charming, and a necromancer who can actually see my ghosts, Adrian is everything I don't need in my already complicated life.

Unf...

Maya Hendricks is twenty eight years old, raising her son Eli alone in Chicago, and running out of road. She works three jobs, counts every dollar, and has not asked anyone for help in fourteen months. She is not proud of very much right now. But she is proud of that.
One cold November night she does something embarrassing. She texts the wrong number. A message meant for her sister goes to a compl...

I've always been a little slower than everyone else.

Ethan Walker used to promise he'd wait for me. We'd been best friends since we were four.

Then Madison Reed came along, and he stopped keeping that promise.

At dinner, they'd leave before I finished eating. At the beach, they disappeared while I was still struggling to swim back to shore.

I kept making excuses for him.

Until the night I arr...

Everyone in our hometown believed Mia and I would get married.
Our mothers had planned the wedding. Our neighbors were waiting for invitations. And for years, I stayed exactly where Mia expected me to—until she left our dinner to spend the night caring for another man.
She told me not to overthink it.
So I didn’t.
I canceled the wedding plans, moved out, and gave her the freedom she had always act...

I thought I had a husband, an unborn child, and a best friend I could trust.

But my husband, Adrian, and my best friend, Celeste, had secretly built a family of their own. Her six-year-old son—the boy I had helped raise—was actually Adrian’s.

When I filed for divorce at seven months pregnant, Celeste revealed an even crueler truth: the baby I was carrying wasn’t Adrian’s.

My marriage, my pregn...

Brent Hale gave me one night to save the company’s worst-performing livestream—or lose my job with everyone else in Studio Three.
I wanted the severance package.
So I ignored the script, exposed every product flaw, and told viewers exactly what not to buy.
By the time my boss tried to cut the feed, the chat was threatening to riot—and half our inventory was already gone.