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A hundred years ago, I was the strongest Delta the Silver Moon Pack had ever produced.

Born with the God Bone, unmatched in power, I had Royal Guard recruiters showing up at my door three times, waiting for me to say yes. The whole pack assumed I'd lead them to glory.

Then came that night. My own family dragged me to the altar in the frozen vault.

My mother cried and said, "Lacey was born broken. Without the God Bone, she'll die."

"You're the older sister. You're strong. You'll survive without it."

I refused.

Grant, my fiancé, pulled the knife on me. Brandon, my brother, pinned down my arms and legs. My parents watched from the shadows, saying nothing.

"Don't be so selfish."

They carved the God Bone out of my body, drained every drop of my heart's blood, and threw me into a vault fifty degrees below zero.

My sister took everything that was mine and became the golden girl everyone adored.

A hundred years passed. I became the Supreme Commander of the Royal Guard.

This year, during recruitment, my adjutant handed me the candidate list. I saw a familiar name and smiled. I picked up my pen and crossed it out.

"Doesn't meet the requirements. Denied."

On National College Decision Day, my two childhood best friends announced they were ditching the Ivy League to follow a scheming charity case to a garbage community college.
In my last life, I informed their parents.
It worked. Their futures were saved, but they killed me for it.
"Let go of me!"
Hayes had my wrist in a death grip, dragging me toward the edge. Ezra stood behind him, hands in his pockets.
"If you hadn't interfered, Willow would still be alive."
"Now it's your turn."
Then I was falling from the stadium bleachers.
I opened my eyes. Decision Day again.

Twenty years ago, he took the blame for my murder, was branded with the Silver Flame mark, and banished to the wilderness. Twenty years later, I escaped from a prison-like marriage and searched the world for him. He wasn't there in the Alaskan blizzards. He wasn't there in the deep mountains of Romania. Under the polar night in the Arctic Circle, I called his name into the darkness. No one answered. Until a hunter told me: deep in the Yukon, someone had seen a lone wolf with the Silver Flame mark.

He Thought I'd Wait Forever. I Wore White for Someone Else.

Nora canceled the wedding venue on a Tuesday. The deposit was nonrefundable. She let it go.
Eight years she'd held that stretch of coast — the cliff, the white tent, the January date they circled and let slide every spring. She slid the ring off at the kitchen counter and dropped it in the drawer with the dead batteries and old takeout menus. It didn't feel like heartbreak. It felt like setting down something she'd carried too long.
Adrian would find out. Not tonight. He still thought her silence was a thing to be coaxed out of. He still thought she'd always be there.
She'd already decided she wouldn't. By the time he understood, she'd be on that coast in a white dress — and the man beside her wouldn't be him.

At 2:17 a.m., I woke up five hours before my wife was supposed to die.
In my first life, my mother told me the two million dollars I had entrusted to her was gone. By the time I found enough money for my wife’s emergency surgery, I had lost her and our unborn child.
This time, I froze every account before my family could take another cent.
Then my mother called.
She needed $180,000 by morning—and she was willing to let my wife die to get it.

Reborn one year before the zombie outbreak, I awakened a supernatural storage space. I stocked massive daily supplies and transformed a secret mountain cave into an impenetrable fortress. I protect my grandma, take revenge on greedy relatives, fight mutated beasts and intelligent zombie monsters, and wait for the rebirth of human civilization in the end times.

My son was killed in a horrific car bomb assassination.

At his rain-drenched funeral, my husband, Enzo—a Mafia Don—held an umbrella over my head, only to suddenly state with icy indifference:

"Gianna is pregnant. It's my blood."

Gianna. The illegitimate daughter of the Lucchese family boss.

I stiffened, looking up in sheer disbelief.

"What the hell does that mean?"

He cast a careless glance at me, completely unbothered.

"To end the war between the Corsican and Lucchese families, I've been with her in secret for a while now. Now that she carries the Corsican bloodline, I must give her a proper title. She will be moving into the estate tonight. You will not only accept this, but you will also give her the respect she deserves as the mother of my child."

My boyfriend's mistress deliberately gave me a strawberry cake that I'm allergic to.
After I went into anaphylactic shock and had a miscarriage, I knew it was all over.
But when I left it all behind and went back to my hometown, he showed up at my door telling me to quit throwing a fit, that he still loved me.
This kind of love full of betrayal?
I don't want it.

36 weeks pregnant, I was thrown into the dungeon by my own husband.

When my water broke, I desperately reached out through the mate bond, calling for him—only to discover that he had severed it with his own hands.

They lashed my swollen belly with leather whips. They injected wolfsbane into my veins. And when my baby's head began to crown, they shoved her back inside me.

All because his sister-in-law Genevieve was also in labor today—and her child had to be born as the pack's heir.

I crawled out of that dungeon, drenched in my own blood, only to find him blocking the doorway.

I knelt at his feet, clutching at his trousers, begging. "The baby is innocent. Please... just let me deliver her..."

He kicked me away in disgust. "Wait until Genevieve is done."

Later, fireworks lit up the sky. The entire pack celebrated the birth of Genevieve's heir.

I was dumped in a water cell, watching my blood slowly turn the ice-cold water crimson, feeling my daughter grow still inside me.

Only after he'd gazed adoringly at the newborn in Genevieve's arms did he finally remember me. He sent someone to fetch me from the dungeon.

But his servant returned white-faced, voice trembling:

"Alpha! The Luna... she and the baby... they're both dead!"

In his eyes, I had always been "understanding." Understanding enough not to fight, not to make scenes, not to ask for status.

He said we couldn't go public now, but it was for our future.

Only later did I realize that his "future" never included me.

He chose power, chose arranged marriage, chose to keep me hidden. When I finally left, he started having regrets, started saying he loved me.

But by then I understood—he wasn't regretting losing me. He panicked because I was no longer obedient, no longer his.

So I never gave him another chance. I turned and walked away.

But that was only the first step.

I chose to let the truth surface at his moment of greatest triumph, to let him taste what it feels like to lose everything.

Everyone knows that Qin Sicheng is desperately in love with me. To cure my depression, he gave up the opportunity to study abroad and stayed by my side.
But on the day of my birthday banquet, he disappeared.
When I found him in a corner of the back garden, he was pitifully clutching the hem of my best friend Qiao Anran's dress.
That man—usually so devoted and obedient to me—now had red-rimmed eyes and a trembling voice.
"Anran, how much longer do I have to keep acting? Lin Jiaqi is already better. Please, just look back at me, won't you?"
Qiao Anran closed her eyes, her face twisted in pain, then coldly pushed him away.
"Qin Sicheng, I'll say it again: as long as Lin Jiaqi is alive, you can only be her husband. This is what you owe me, and what I owe the Lin family."
I covered my mouth, staring at the diamond ring he had just given me, my heart shattering completely.
So the husband who had always loved me so deeply—it was all an act.

The elite circles all whisper that David Ashcroft is the ideal fiancé—cold, untouchable, repulsed by even a woman's fingertips.

Yet when my most intimate photos, leaked by his own hands, flood the internet, I'm left curled on the bathroom floor retching in agony—while my so-called "gynophobic" fiancé toasts with his white moonlight, Celia Davis, at their private club.

My phone lights up with his icy message: ["Remember—never dare to touch me again."]

Then Celia's text stabs through: ["Thanks for the 'portfolio,' dear fiancée. My boyfriend's skills are far more impressive than you imagined~"]

The attached screenshot freezes my blood—David's chat logs, where my photos are auctioned with the caption: ["Just a plaything. Highest bidder wins."]

So this is the truth behind his "disgust for women"—a carefully crafted mask for this long-planned humiliation.

I thought I could keep my marriage secret a little longer.
Then my son got sick.
My wife brought him to Mercer Group, was handed a fake suspension notice, and heard my assistant call our child a bastard.
Ten minutes later, she placed our feverish son on my mother's desk.
"Meet your grandson."

I bled to death on a cold hospital bed, my unborn child gone, all because I took a shift for my coworker.
Heaven granted me a second chance. I opened my eyes, sitting safely at my office desk. Before I could shake off the nightmare, Vanessa clicked her heels toward me.
"Claire, can you cover for me at the investor party tonight? It’s my anniversary with my boyfriend."
In my past life, I agreed, only to be locked in a private room by monsters and tortured to death. This time, I looked her in the eye. "No."
Vanessa was stunned. Because of my refusal, she missed the crucial meeting and was mercilessly fired by the director.
I thought I had escaped hell and saved her life too. But when I got home to my loving husband, I realized the true nightmare had just begun...

I'm the top account director at my firm, always on the road, running myself ragged on golf courses and client dinners. Some months I barely make it back to the office at all.

Right after I land a $300 million contract for the company, my boss decides to hand the whole thing over to a new intern.

My manager says I'm wasting company resources, that my attitude's a problem. My boss tells me to give the new hire a chance. The intern thinks she can just take over my job without breaking a sweat.

None of them get it. Without me, this project never gets off the ground.

I don't bother telling them that.

Once the handoff is done, I walk straight into our biggest rival.

And watch them beg me to come back.

For seven years of marriage, I don't dare make a sound around my husband.
All because he can hear everyone's voices—everyone's except mine. He says he's allergic to mine.
I've tried everything to change my voice—even had vocal cord surgery.
But no matter how hard I tried—every time he'd just cover his ears like I was hurting him.
I've cried myself to sleep so many times, feeling guilty.
Until our son's birthday.
Standing by our front door, our little boy grinned up at his dad and asked, "Dad, can I pretend to be allergic to mom's voice too? Just like you?"

A modern-day romance.

Billionaire Ace Brightly is the owner and CEO of Pure Fashion Industries, with a reputation for being cold and arrogant. Everyone tries their best to avoid him at all costs.

Then enters Zurielle Summers.

After a run-in, first meeting, she stands up to him and doesn’t take his disrespect. She has no idea he is the CEO. She scolds him in front of his staff and their reactions are priceless.

Thinking she is employed at his company, Ace makes it his mission to find out who she is and what sector she works in. Every time they run into each other it's a disaster; arguing with each other while the staff watch on as though it's an episode of their favourite soap opera.

From biker gangs, to glitz and glamour, this story has it all. Tragedy, drama, humour, romance, fashion and most of all Love, Vogue and a hot CEO.

“On your hands and knees,” he commanded.
His voice was filled with weight and urgency
and I immediately complied before he steered my hips.
Our bodies slapped together with a punishing, angry rhythm.
I grew wetter and hotter as I listened to the sound of us fucking.
“Fuck, your pussy is insane.”

After a hot, one-night stand with a stranger she meets at a club, Dalia Campbell doesn't expect to see Noah Anderson again. Then Monday morning comes around, and the person that walks into the lecture hall as a professor is the same stranger from the club. Tensions run high and Dalia tries her best to stay away from him because she doesn't want to get distracted by anyone or anything - there's also the fact that he's strictly off-limits - but when she becomes his TA, the lines of their professor/student relationship get blurred.

Daisy was lost in a sea of pain. Her only family Aunt Clara was murdered and drained of all her blood. She returned to the town for the funeral, only to find she was the real target. A Ghost whose only pleasure was killing the innocent and being feared as a God of death; a vampire ready to sacrifice everyone else to gain him a place on the council of the seven leaders; A weretiger is hiding in the shadows hunting for his mate… They all want her.

##This story will contain sexual situations, violence, death, dark topics, and Language. Viewer discretion is advised##

“Do you really think I am going to put my hand in that shitty—Ah!”
He caught me by the ear, hauling me onto my tiptoes and dragged me towards the bin.
“I said: Pick up the book.”
I felt his words like the tightening gripping around my ear, stretching and aching, that almost brought tears to my eyes.
Maybe it was the pain or the humiliation, or both, but my face was flaming red.
Having no way out, my brain impulsively obeyed. I slowly lowered myself on my knees, much against my disbelief, and picked up the book.
How does a man of God could be so diabolical, mercurial and ruthless?
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Six years ago, Father Gabriel Sullivan washed the blood off his hands and picked up the rosary. He traded the expensive suit to become the man of the cloth and never looked back.

He has never broken a vow of priesthood. Until Sienna Emerson stormed into his school and promised to bring hell with her if he didn’t bend the rules. And for the first time in six years, the devil within him has awakened. And with every fibre of his black heart, he wanted her. To kiss her. To take her. To ravish her.

***This novel includes a love story of a priest and lots of blasphemy, but it is not intended to offend or provoke.

Olivia Wilson's life like a fairy tale turned upside down in just one single night. A night that took her everything and gave her only a tag in return and the tag was "The Traitor's Daughter". A tag that she was determined to remove.

Olivia Wilson was living a perfect life till the age of 12. Her life was fulfilled with happiness and the people who used to increase her happiness more were The Alpha's Sons who are non-identical triplets. They promised to protect her and prayed to the Moon Goddess to make them her mates. Everything in her life seemed to go perfect until one day, her father Oliver Wilson was falsely accused by the Gamma, of killing the Luna and paralyzing the Alpha. Her life took an opposite turn, everyone who used to love her started hating her. The Triplets who promised to protect her turned into the ones she needs to be protected from. She started facing thousands of brutal torture and the Gamma who was involved in those dirty games made her life a living hell.

All those hurtful words and torture couldn't tame her, she was determined to prove her father's innocent but one thing that broke her completely was when her acceptance of the prayer she made in childhood turned into her worst nightmare. And what made it worse was they had other plans than rejecting her.

Note: This book is a collection of "The Traitor's Daughter" and "Nothing More than a Bully".

Saphira White has spent her life as an outcast, unloved, ignored, and falsely accused of a crime she didn’t commit. Abandoned by her mother and raised in the ruthless Silvermoon Pack, she’s treated as nothing more than a shadow. When her step-sister Ruby brands her a murderer, the pack delivers the cruellest punishment of all: exile to the Matchmaker, the most feared institution in supernatural history.

No one escapes the Matchmaker unscathed. The process is simple, each participant is paired with a supernatural being, often sealing their fate. Death is the most common outcome, and Saphira expects nothing less. But when the impossible happens, she is matched with a creature so legendary, and so powerful. Nikolas Arrax.

After an unexpected turn of events, Saphira finds herself among the Arrax pack and mates with Nikolas. With him, they navigate a world of corruption, deception, and destiny. As she walks this new path, familiar faces resurface, bringing secrets to light. Her heritage, once a mystery, begins to unravel, revealing a truth that may change everything.

Book 2 is now live: The Heir of Flame and Fang

In a world where gods are worshipped, feared, and quietly doubted, ancient legends still walk among mortals.

Xyra, a nimble thief surviving in the shadowy backstreets, believes her fate has finally turned when she steals a heavy purse from a solitary traveler. Little does she know, she has just pickpocketed Magnus Coleman, the most dangerous sorcerer in the land.

Magnus is not just a demon hunter; he is a man burdened with secrets and a heavy purpose, whispered about in hushed tones. He is on a quest for the long-lost Lazufeer talismans—artifacts older than kingdoms, said to hold the power to alter destiny itself and even challenge the gods.

Determined to follow him, Xyra is driven by greed but soon realizes that this journey is about more than just survival; it’s about the rewriting of fate. As they traverse cursed lands, ruined cities, and battlefields haunted by monsters and ancient sins, they find themselves pursued by cultists, warlords, and forces that defy comprehension.

In this chase, Xyra discovers that some treasures come at a cost far greater than gold. If the Lazufeer talismans are found, the world will not just change—it will be rewritten. And in the wrong hands, even the gods themselves may fall. As the line between myth and reality blurs, she must navigate the storm of destiny to carve out her own path in this battle for belief and survival.

Jess has a secret that she has been keeping from her family. She is an agent for the Department of the supernatural. She has been working for them since she was 16, but now aliens have landed, and Jess knew that they were coming, and she knows what they want. She has to get her family away from civilization and into the mountains where they will be safe. What Jess does not expect to find in the mountains is her boss Kieran, the man who broke her heart back when she first joined the department. Jess has to train her family how to fight while keeping her feeling under control as she prepares for war. She must work alongside her friends, family, Kieran and civilians to make sure that the aliens leave and that they will not or cannot come back.

PROLOGUE.

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My name is Ixora Rhodes, I'm 19.

Three years ago, my best friend's father was gruesomely murdered.

Evelyn-my best friend, was very sure of who the murderer was, and as the richest girl in the country, the cops were ready to arrest anyone she pointed at.

As Evelyn's best friend, I thoughtlessly supported her too, so when she pointed fingers at Warren as the murderer, i believed it and even testified against Warren in court.

Warren Creed was a brilliant medical student, and as an hated son in his family, no one stepped up for him.

Nailing him was easy, his alibi and evidence of innocence were rendered useless.

Warren was sent to jail, but three years later, I found out that Evelyn lied.

Evelyn actually asked Warren out, but he had turned her down bluntly, prompting her to angrily frame him for her father's murder.

Warren already spent three years in jail before the truth surfaced, but he was released immediately.

But then... he's not the same innocent Warren who got arrested anymore.

Jail changed him to a self-acclaimed god of his own purgatory, a hedonist who draws pleasure from playing wicked mind games.

Unluckily for me, Evelyn died in an accident same day he was released, leaving him with me as his only prey.

Just me-the girl who testified falsely against him.

Nothing would stop him from ruining my life, crushing my existence, and trampling on my soul under his feet.

He's out for blood...for revenge, but the lurking devil inside him suddenly wanted something more than that.

Something crueller, primal, and darker.

Something that'd make me cry blood, crawl, and beg shamelessly at his mercy.

What is it?

Find out in this bumpy ride

Each of his touches burns like a flame, causing her body to betray her sanity and crave more. Between the cold of the lab and the flames of passion, Aria finds herself in a vortex from which there is no escape. Her body is awakening, and he - is waiting for her to fall completely.
There are some longings that, once awakened, cannot be extinguished... He is no ordinary human - he possesses the blood of an ancient dragon race.
And she, is his destined mate.


Aria：I shifted in his lap, straddling him, my dress now bunched uselessly around my waist, the water lapping gently around us. I slid my hands over his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart beneath my palms. Faster now. Wild.
He gasped softly when I leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth—tentative at first, then deeper. His hands gripped my hips, not to push me away but to anchor me, as if he feared I might dissolve.

Lean：The second I saw her, every part of me screamed to move, to reach out, to grab her hand and never let go. Her scent hit me the second we brushed past each other—faint, but sharp enough to cut straight through me. My hands twitched with the urge to move—to sink into her hair, to hold her face and drink her in—but I forced them into fists at my sides. 
I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. Every ounce of control I had left went into holding myself back.

“What are you doing in my room, Kade?” I demand, my analytical brain frantically calculating his proximity as I back against the locked door. “Our agreement is purely transactional. A fake relationship for the media.”

He steps into my space, his tall frame cutting off the light, eyes dark with a reckless heat that doesn't match his usual icy control. He grabs my wrist gently, pinning it to the wood, his lips brushing my ear as his voice drops into a gravelly whisper.

“The cameras aren’t watching us right now, Doc,” he rasps, his chest pressing against mine. “So stop lying to me. And stop pretending your heart isn't beating just as fast as mine.”

She’s the elite clinical psychologist, sharp, guarded, and hired to dissect the minds of the world's most dangerous drivers. But she’s harboring a dark past and secrets that could ruin her career if the paddock ever finds out.

He’s the ruthless F1 champion, arrogant, emotionally locked down, and drowning in a family crisis he refuses to let the world see. He doesn't trust anyone, least of all the brilliant woman hired to evaluate him.

To survive a relentless corporate nightmare and a media circus, they agree to a dangerous game: a fake relationship.

They are supposed to be playing a part.
They are supposed to keep their distance.

But as a shadowy predator begins closing in on her perimeter, and a midnight rooftop kiss shatters their clinical boundaries, their twisted arrangement ignites something far more volatile than a racetrack with pure desire.

In a world where trust is a liability and secrets are weaponized, falling for her driver might be her most catastrophic miscalculation.

They call me The Fallen.
Not because I was pushed.
Because I jumped.

In this city, mercy is weakness and love is leverage. I learned that early. So I became something else. Something colder. Cleaner.

I leave a mark when I finish a job — a blackened halo split in half, one wing burned away.

Even angels fall.

The contract arrived in an obsidian envelope.

Three names.

Three rulers of the underworld.

The Obsidian Triarchy.

Malakai. Soren. Cassian.

Untouchable. Unbreakable. Unified.

The instructions were simple:
Eliminate all three. Make it public.

The payment was enough to disappear forever.

I’ve never turned down a contract.

So I did what I do best.

I got close.

They let me into their empire thinking I was a weapon they could use. Muscle. Strategy. Violence on demand.

Malakai watched me like he already knew my secrets.

Soren looked at me like he wanted to set them on fire.

Cassian studied me like I was a variable he hadn’t solved yet.

They were supposed to be monsters.

Cold. Heartless. Brutal.

They are.

But they’re also something worse.

Aligned.

And when three powerful men move as one, you don’t break them apart.

You get pulled in.

I was hired to destroy them.

Instead, I’m starting to wonder if I was meant to fall with them.

And if I do—

This city won’t survive what we become.

Man, always lives in wrong ways and sins. No one in the world lives because he is perfect, or because he is sinless. Everything that moves on the earth has him his fault. Sometimes, you are not aware, that you have committed a sin that you must pay for in the world of the abyss. The sound of death’s music, is one of the reasons why my work increases. The word 'karma' is attached to my name. I am the maker of karma. It's up to the person, whether they learn their lesson or they repeat their mistakes. It is up to them to decide, what path they will choose, whether to go to heaven or to be one of my disciples.

I was kidnapped because I look like a mafia boss's dead wife. Now he wants me to become her.

My name is Flora Rossi. I was just a waitress, drowning in debt and dreams that died with my parents. Then he saw me—Rafael Valserro, the most powerful and dangerous man in the city. He took me because I have her face. The face of his late wife, Eva.

Now I’m a prisoner in a mansion, dressed in her clothes, my hair dyed black, forced to mimic her every move and memory. He calls me Eva. He looks at me with a grief-stricken obsession that terrifies and confuses me. To survive, I have to pretend to be the ghost of a woman I never knew.

But the more I play this role, the more the lines blur. His touch is a violation, yet his pain is real. The mansion holds secrets darker than my captivity, and the truth about why I look like her is more horrifying than I imagined.

This is my fight—not just for freedom, but for my very soul. I must make him see the woman standing in front of him, not the one he lost. Even if, in the process, I start to see the broken man behind the monster... and the dangerous attraction that could destroy us both.

A dark, emotional journey of one woman's fight to reclaim her identity, and the forbidden love that blooms in the shadow of a ghost.

Evangeline has spent her entire life believing she was human—until the night she awakens something dark and powerful within her. Hunted by unseen enemies and bound by an unbreakable blood bond to Lucian, a ruthless and possessive vampire prince, she is thrust into a hidden world of danger, desire, and ancient secrets.

As her dhampir abilities emerge, so do the enemies who would see her captured or destroyed. A powerful vampire named Valerian wants her for reasons unknown, and the bond between her and Lucian is growing stronger—pulling her deeper into a fate she never chose.

With her life hanging in the balance, Evangeline must uncover the truth about her past, control the power rising inside her, and decide if she can truly trust the man whose hunger for her is both her greatest protection… and her greatest threat.

In a world of blood and betrayal, love may be the most dangerous thing of all.

Kaelen Vane was a promising Warden until he discovered the truth: someone inside the Guild was sabotaging the seals that hold the gods prisoner. They buried his report and exiled him to a forgotten village, where he spends his days watching over Orin, a god so minor that no one remembers his name.

For three years, Kaelen has filed reports that no one reads. For three years, the cracks in Orin's seal have grown wider. For three years, he has pretended he does not see the gold light bleeding through, the mark of Warden magic, of Warden theft.

When a fugitive named Sera arrives with his buried report in her hand, Kaelen can no longer pretend. The Ascension Cabal is draining the gods to become deities themselves. The seals are failing faster than anyone knows. And the only key to exposing them is the stone in his pocket, a piece of a god's prison that will show the world the truth.

But the Cabal is watching. The Vigil of Chains is hunting. And Orin, the forgotten god, has made a choice: his death for the world's survival.

Kaelen has twelve years of silence to answer for. The clock is running out. And the gods are waking up.

Detective Elena Cross has spent twelve years hunting killers.

She never expected one to start exposing the people hiding behind the law.

When a respected judge is found dead inside an abandoned courtroom, his hands stained red and a confession pinned to his chest, Elena is assigned to lead the investigation. The evidence reveals that the judge accepted bribes, buried violent crimes, and protected dangerous men.

Beside his body is a note addressed to Elena.

Then another corrupt official dies.

And another.

With every murder, the killer uncovers a network of police officers, lawyers, doctors, and judges who have spent years silencing victims and destroying evidence. His notes warn Elena about the people surrounding her, reveal secrets no outsider should know, and guide her toward crimes her own department is desperate to conceal.

When Elena follows one of his clues, she catches a powerful attorney falsifying documents. But the evidence vanishes, and the man walks free.

Hours later, he becomes the Confessor’s next victim.

I gave him to you alive. Your people gave him back to me.

Now Elena must choose who to trust: the officers who swore to uphold the law or the murderer who has never lied to her.

But when an innocent witness is killed using the Confessor’s methods, Elena realizes someone inside her department is copying his crimes.

To expose the truth, she may have to work with the killer she was sworn to arrest before the people closest to her silence them both.

Damien Kingston is ruthless, heartless and an egotistical asshole but no one was born evil, he was good once but a tragic event made him hate everything and everyone in the world even his wife Tamara who was forced to marry him because of her fathers greed but can she change the beast who was once an angel.


Tamara is a gentle loving soul who has been emotionally and physically abused by the very people who were meant to protect and love her. Beside being abused she still sees good in everyone and everything in the world, including the man she was forced to marry because she wanted to save her family's company from ruin.
Will Damien learn to trust Tamara who has always had problems trusting people because of what she had to go through with her family and will Tamara learn that the beast was once an angel.

The shadows were one of the big enemies of the of the human race and the night creatures, the clans of human and night creatures could have hatch a plan to defeat the shadows but they allowed fear get an hold of them.
Group of teenagers, saw themselves interested in saving the human race. But it was not just their decision, it was their faith,
James, Peter and Kate created a team, they had no idea their team was going to expand but they had faith that they were going to save the human race and stop the shadows.
They met with Kia who was an informant for the shadows, the shadows were scared to send only him so they sent Mary with him, the team grew found of Kia and Mary.
James knew something was off with them but they made him look bad to the team, soon he was kicked out of the group and few days after he left, Kia and Mary showed their true colors and left the rest of the team to die.
James made his way to the team after they fought to save their life, and they pretend like nothing happened but little did they know that the shadows was ahead of them,
They read James mind and they could sense the darkness in him then they used it against him, they put the faith of his friends in his hands,
It was either he save his friends from dying or he chose to save the world from been destroyed by the shadows?

One night. One mistake. Or was it fate?
Riley was shattered—betrayed by the two people she trusted most. In the heat of heartbreak, she found herself in the arms of a dangerous stranger, never expecting to see him again.
He was a ruthless mafia king who built his empire with blood, sweat, and bullets.
Years later, she’s raising not one, but nine daughters. She never told him. Until now.

All Beau Anderson wants is one night of passion. One night to forget what she had become.

Dominic Vasiliy, King of the Underworld. Ruthless, fearless, dominating, and arrogant. He never expected that one night of passion will change him forever.

He fell and he fell hard.

Mature Content 18+
Romance/Action

Marry the most powerful man in the whole country, and be the envy of everyone. Since then, Kairi's life had been going smoothly. She thought this marriage was a deal, both of them had their own purposes . Who knows that man affected her a lot and made her lose her heart...”

One couple, a pending divorce, and a baby who needs a family...No matter how hard Kate Malone strives to be perfect, everyone she's ever loved leaves. She foolishly believed "I do" meant "forever." Now, her wedding ring is in a jewelry box, and she's alone once again. But when Kate and her soon-to-be ex-husband become the sole guardians of an infant, divorce is not an option with a new baby counting on them.Jared Reed loves Kate more than anything—even if he did push her too far. Now he's determined to keep his promises to his best friends and especially to his wife. A marriage of convenience sounds rather inconvenient, but Jared will do whatever it takes to get Kate back and provide their new little girl with parents who not only love her, but love each other, too.Parenting brings them closer, but their undeniable attraction makes Kate want to keep her distance. Jared, however, won't give up on having the family and marriage he wants. Can Jared prove to his wife that he's the husband she's always wanted before it's too late?

The Hope Harbor Lighthouse has drawn two people together, where a chance at love waits—if they’ll take it. Looking for an escape from her busy life, Emily Cooke retreats to a quaint beachfront house to take stock of her life. As she moves into her rental, her new neighbor rumbles into the driveway next door on his vintage motorcycle—and ignores her neighborly wave. Wes Taggert left behind a lucrative career that destroyed his faith in humanity. All he wants now is to be left alone, undisturbed. When news spreads that the historic lighthouse is slated to be demolished, Wes goes to a meeting of locals determined to rescue the crumbling landmark. His new neighbor is there. He can’t seem to ignore her. Sparks fly as they team up to save the historic lighthouse. But when their surprising chemistry ignites deeper emotions, emotional wounds are exposed.

Warning Explicit Content: Graphic sexual situations, language, triggers

New Place, New Life, New Everything...
Elicia Dewalt, an orphan from Texas with no ties to anything. Begins to find her "dream life" derailing quickly with strange occurrences and it always seems to lead back to the four gorgeous hunks at the club her first night in London.

What happens when her entire existence is blown to pieces with only a few words?

Follow Elicia as she discovers what hidden secrets have laid dormant, until her chance encounter with the four wild boys known as "The Watchmen".

A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland.The first time I met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding. I’d received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city.Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. He asked me to dance, and our chemistry was off the charts.I knew it wasn’t a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding I was at. But our connection was intense, and I was having a great time.Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out I wasn’t who I’d said I was. You see, that unexpected invitation I received? Well, it hadn’t actually been addressed to me—it was sent to my ex-roommate who’d bounced a check for two months’ rent and moved out in the middle of the night. I figured she owed me an expensive night out, but I guess, technically, I was crashing the wedding.Once caught, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. As I bolted for the door, I might’ve plucked a few bottles of expensive champagne off the tables I passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on my tail.Outside, I jumped into a taxi. My heart ricocheted against my ribs as we drove down the block—but at least I’d escaped unscathed.Or so I thought.Until I realized I’d left my cell phone behind at the table.Take one guess who found it?This is the crazy story of how Hudson Rothschild and I met. But trust me, it’s only the tip of the iceberg.

Racheal's life has been full of suffering since her mother passed away. As the president's daughter, she should have been treated well, but her step-mother maltreated and tortured her even when she became an adult. She thought she could run away with her boyfriend Maxwell, who swore to marry her. However, he broke his promise and left her alone.Now, Racheal has no one to protect her from her family's harshness and cruelty. Her situation worsens when they force her to marry their enemies and do dangerous things. Will Racheal survive this ordeal and find true love in this marriage? Or will she die trying?Racheal's life has been full of suffering since her mother passed away.
As the president's daughter, she should have been treated well, but her step-mother maltreated and tortured her even when she became an adult. She thought she could run away with her boyfriend Maxwell, who swore to marry her. However, he broke his promise and left her alone.Now, Racheal has no one to protect her from her family's harshness and cruelty. Her situation worsens when they force her to marry their enemies and do dangerous things. Will Racheal survive this ordeal and find true love in this marriage? Or will she die trying?

❤️‍🔥This Month's Editorial Obsession: A love story so heartbreaking, so beautiful—missing it would be a crime.❤️‍🔥

He forgot her. She never forgot him.
The crash of waves still triggers memories of Leon—how he chased her along the shore, how he lifted her effortlessly while she giggled and twisted in his arms. She can still feel the moonlight on wet sand, still remember the night he made love to her as they had forever. They were young, wild, and free. They were the past.

Layla never intended to return to his world. But when your daughter is dying, and only one man has the bone marrow match to save her, choice becomes a luxury you can't afford.
Zaley Raines. The city's most dangerous ruler. Cold. Untouchable. Lethal. And her daughter's only hope.
He agrees to help—but his eyes linger on her face like he's searching for something buried deep. Some forgotten ghost. Some stolen memory. He doesn't recognize her.
But Layla knows exactly who he is. Leon. Her first love. Her daughter's father. The boy who promised to save her from despair—before his memories were stolen, rewritten, erased.
Something about her pulls at him, familiar and consuming. He wants answers. She can't give them. Not when the truth could shatter everything they've built from the ashes of what they lost. But when fragments start surfacing—flashes of a redhead in his arms, promises written in sand, a love he doesn't remember losing—Zaley stops asking questions.
He starts taking answers.** And when he finally remembers everything? The real danger begins.

Victoria Sy’s seemingly ideal life falls apart as she discovers her husband’s infidelity. Fueled by a desire for vengeance, she embarks on an unexpected revenge mission with Zander, her husband’s mysterious half-brother. As Victoria embraces her newfound freedom, she must navigate the perilous waters of love, betrayal, and self-discovery, redefining what it means to be genuinely alive.

A thrilling novel of financial and political suspense and intrigue, The HAWALADAR recounts one man's ill-conceived attempt to meld the highly regulated culture of modern commercial banking with that of the parallel, underground netherworld of Hawala, a world-wide network of shadowy money-movers whose services are ideally suited to the needs of such nefarious clientele as organized crime, drug cartels, rogue governments and modern-day terrorist organizations. Tariq Nasir, is a brilliant, dynamic Pakistani-American, who is amassing significant wealth via a fast-growing international business empire, structured to commingle modern business systems and technology with the highly secretive commercial practices of the old world and Hawala. The attempted assimilation of controlling interest in a highly regulated U.S. financial institution, however, ushers in the gradual unraveling of a family business plan conceived in Pakistan years prior to Mr. Nasir's birth.Logan Hart, is a man who is no stranger to financial or international intrigue. Hired as number two executive at the Nasir-controlled Global United Bank of Chicago to assist in morphing the once local community bank into the kind of international banking organization conceived by the Nasir plan, the recently widowed, career banker and former special military operator questions the advisability of having accepted his new position when a series of strange events start happening shortly after his arrival. Doubt begins with the death of a much-beloved, old regulator from the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency, who is murdered while examining the bank. Partnered with Cassandra Price, the federal official assigned by the OCC to investigate the circumstances surrounding the untimely death of her associate, Hart finds himself unexpectedly attracted to the senior regulator, as the two help uncover an insidious plot by an Islamic fundamentalist terror group, who are planning a coordinated attack on several American cities with a biological weapon of mass destruction. The pair find themselves at the forward edge of the battle area in the War on Terror as they work with the FBI and agencies of the Department of Homeland Security in a race against time to avert a disaster of epic proportions.

All fae have a One--One person who strengthens their magic and enriches their life. A perfect mate. So why can't I find mine?

What is a fae princess to do when she can’t find the prince she’s meant to spend the rest of her life with? I have to find him now, for the sake of my kingdom. Evil forces are moving in, and the only way I can come into my full power is to find my perfect mate. If I don't, the magical barrier that protects us will crumble because my magic won't be strong enough to hold it.
But... I feel this strange pull to not one, but four, different men! What in the world is going on? Can I be mated to all four of these men and still save my kingdom, or will what seems to be an asset turn out to be our undoing?

The One is the first in a new reverse harem series by the author of Realm of the Chosen and Ember’s Flames. You must read all three books in the series to get the complete story.

Maya Greenley has always been a hopeless romantic, or at least that's what her best friends tell her.
Between acing her classes and preparing for post-grad school, Maya doesn't have time for 'romance'. That is until she sees Alexander Grey, a mysterious but swoon-worthy man with dark eyes and a wickedly charming smile.
Maya knows she shouldn't feel anything toward him, it was wrong, forbidden even and he was absolutely off-limits. And it was because the charming man is not only years older than Maya, He's also her Psychology professor.


"Do you know what you do to me?"
"No…" she answered in a small voice.
He rolled her hardened nipple against the tip of his fingers and Maya closed her eyes when he pressed a small kiss on the hollow at the base of her throat. "You're a distraction, Maya, so very distracting."
She could no longer hold back her moans and the sound vibrated through her throat, her hips bucking against his hand while his fingers brushed over her sensitive flesh.
"Don't come until I tell you to."