Novels by A.M Wynter.

The sky was painted in strokes of gold and rose, the sun melting into the horizon like a slow exhale after a long, storied breath. Waves rolled onto the beach with a rhythm both ancient and tender, brushing over the shore as if to say, You made it. You’re still here.Adrain sat on a weathered wooden bench, his feet bare in the cool sand, the wind tugging lightly at the hem of his linen shirt. Beside him, Elena leaned against his shoulder, her hand nestled comfortably in his, the warmth between their palms long familiar.At her feet, little Aria crouched, humming softly as she arranged seashells in a winding spiral pattern. The tide inched closer, but she remained focused, brow furrowed, lips parted in quiet concentration.The sun hadn’t just set.It had descended like a curtain at the end of a long play—a story filled with fire and betrayal, loss and healing, collapse and rise. And now, here they were. Whole. Unshaken. At peace.Adrain glanced down at Elena.Her eyes were on the horiz

It started with one envelope.A sleek, cream-colored invitation from a global business ethics council, embossed with gold lettering and sealed in a red wax stamp. Elena opened it while Adrain sat across the table, feeding tiny spoonfuls of pear puree to Aria, who was much more interested in flinging the spoon onto the floor.She read it aloud, her voice soft and filled with wonder.“They want to honor you. A lifetime award for ethical leadership—‘for shaping the culture of global enterprise by proving that kindness, clarity, and conscience can lead empires just as well as dominance ever did.’”Adrain looked up, blinking. He reached across the table and took the card gently from her hands, reading it again for himself, as if seeing his own name among those words would make it feel real.“Isn’t that… something?” he murmured.Elena smiled. “It’s only the beginning.”She was right.Within weeks, more letters arrived.Invitations. Honors. Requests to speak. From New York to Nairobi, Seoul

It was a crisp Monday morning when Adrain stepped in front of a podium again—not to pitch, not to defend, not to lead a merger or face down a hostile board. This time, he had only one intention: to open a door.The announcement had been teased quietly the week before. A soft ripple across social feeds and newsletters:“Adrain will speak live at 10:00 a.m.—an invitation, not a comeback.”There was no need for glitz. No PR campaign. No countdown graphics or buzzwords. Just a simple, black-and-white headline.Adrain will be airing live at 10:00AM.It's an invitation and no one knew what to expect, but, they were eager to hear from him or know what he wants to say. Adrain has always been a centre of attention.Still, by 9:45 a.m., the livestream had nearly a million viewers.Inside the auditorium—spare, elegant, filled with clean light—journalists, young professionals, industry veterans, and many more gathered in silence. The air was charged, but reverent. Everyone knew something was diff

As the sky darkened into an inky velvet blue, strings of paper lanterns blinked to life overhead, casting a soft, honeyed glow across the courtyard. The tables had been cleared, plates stacked, glasses refilled. Music pulsed gently in the background—something warm and old, with rhythm enough to move to but tenderness enough to sway hearts.Sophie was laughing with a circle of younger team members near the makeshift dance floor. Elena twirled with Aria once again, the toddler’s giggles rising higher than the violins and piano. The investigator and Nathan were deep in a mildly competitive card game on a blanket in the corner, and someone from HR had just started organizing a trivia game using company lore as the theme.It was then that Adrain stood up once again, this time from beside a small display table that had been kept under wraps until now. A velvet cloth still covered what rested on it.He clinked his glass softly, and a hush fell over the courtyard like a gentle breeze.“Alrigh

The energy in the building was unmistakable from the moment the elevators opened.Music pulsed softly from hidden speakers, and the scent of fresh roses, baked pastries, and citrus-scented candles floated through the main floor. Colorful paper lanterns hung from the ceiling beams, hand-lettered banners stretched across office walls, and confetti sparkled discreetly along the corners of the polished floor tiles. It wasn’t just another corporate event. It wasn’t polished or stiff. It felt like something far more sacred.It felt like family.The company had transformed into a mosaic of joy.Every department had contributed—IT teams printed holographic tokens of appreciation, the finance division cooked homemade dishes, marketing designed hand-sewn ribbons and hand-drawn cards. Everyone came not just as coworkers but as believers—in a culture that had redefined what it meant to work together.At the center of it all stood Sophie.She tried to deflect the spotlight. She wore her signature

The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of the garden room, painting everything in warm gold. Outside, leaves swirled gently in the breeze, casting flickering shadows over the stone pathway. The estate was unusually quiet—not with tension, but with a serene kind of stillness that only comes after long battles have finally been won.Adrain sat at the breakfast table, still in his white linen shirt, unbuttoned at the collar. A newspaper lay folded beside his plate—its front-page headline read:"Adrian Company Breaks New Ground in Southeast Asia— Leading Landmark Deala."He didn't need to read it. He already knew the details. The deal had been weeks in the making. Sophie's team had sealed it yesterday, expanding the company’s digital infrastructure operations into an emerging region that was still finding its footing in the global tech economy. It was a smart move, and it was executed with precision.But more than that—it was ethical.No corners cut. No backroom manipulation. Ju

The grand elite auction would commence anytime from now. Alighting from my car, I glanced at my wristwatch to check the time. I will finally have the chance to meet the new CEO of the Imperial Company at this gathering today. I've approached them about partnering, but they haven't accepted my offer. Given the excellent standing of my company and my stellar reputation, I anticipate that they will accept my offer right away.A forced grin tugged at my lips as I cast a glance at the gigantic Marino Empire which towered over the other buildings beside it. Parts of the building had gold plaster applied to them, and the walls were composed of sturdy glass. The courtyard was lined with posh, expensive cars, and there were uniformed guards stationed at strategic locations like statues. The entire place screamed wealth as only highly reputable people visited it.."Michael, you must get me that Hope diamond at the auction today. I've been craving to have that for years.." Vivian chirped happily

The Hugos family has lived on the Hugo Estate in New York for many years. The park remained accessible for opulent and powerful people like us. Our penthouse was one of the largest in the city, A famous iconic structure that seemed incredibly worthy of being possessed by one of the richest people in the city.With a delicate ruby lip, I smiled as I got out of my car and made my way towards the luxurious building. I haven't spent time with my foster family in such a long time. Anticipation washed over me as I pictured how they'd react seeing me.The double giant doors split and two maids in uniforms flashed me warm, welcoming smiles.They were thrilled to see me again, and I could see the enthusiasm on their faces. I removed my shades and my heels clacked on the tiles as I made my way into the large sitting room."Welcome back, Emerald!" With great excitement, my sister Ursula put her arms around me and gave me a firm squeeze.I tried to catch my breath after she released me from her h

Opulent chandeliers illuminated the grand dining room of the Michaelson's mansion. The entire family sat around the large table, which stretched for miles. Silence filled the air and the only sound that could be heard was the spoons clacking against their shiny porcelain surfaces. There were palatable cuisines topped on the table with fruits and expensive French wines."So, Vivian, how was your stay in Australia? I heard you plan on establishing your fashion house here in the United States," my mom inquired, breaking the solitude with her gaze settling on Vivian.Vivian beamed, feeling delightful.With a nod, she replied, "Yes, Mrs. Judith, I did have a lot of projects back in Australia, but I left it because of Michael.."Vivian held my hands which were on the table and I gulped down the lump in my throat. A tiny smile sprang on my face, but it vanished in an instant when my father's gaze met mine.Seeing Vivian here didn't please him.He believes she is a spoiled, mannerless lady wh

As I walked out of the hospital, a smile appeared on my lips, yeah! My own lips. It seemed unreal. I could still hear the doctor's words echoing in my thoughts, which proved that indeed, I'm pregnant. I looked at the report one more time, my mouth tightening to contain the screams of excitement that were rising within me.Since I got married; for the past four years, my marriage with Michael has been devoid of any affection. Perhaps this news would bring our marriage back to love. Michael may finally relate to me differently now that I'm pregnant."Michael! With excitement, I chirped as I walked towards him in the sitting room, a bright smile spreading across my lips. He was quite early; I had not anticipated seeing him at home at this hour.My heart thrummed with an erratic rhythm and my steps came to a halt when I saw the unimpressed and stony look on his face. I knew something was wrong. His anger had to have sprung from work-related stress.Pulling a smile back on my face, I mumbl