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Two brothers. One house. A million ways for everything to go wrong. Khione Kay wanted one thing: a quiet sleepover at her best friend’s house. She didn't expect the shadows of the Graves estate to be so suffocating—or for him to be waiting in them. Noah Graves. Her best friend’s older brother. The boy who has been a thorn in her side since she was ten. He’s dangerous, arrogant, and famous for the rotating door of girls he brings home every night. Khione knows she should hate him—and for years, she succeeded. But hate and desire are two sides of the same coin, and one night of friction finally causes a spark. In a cold bathroom, with blood on her temple and a secret burning between them, the line is crossed. A single mistake changes the game, and now Khione is drowning in guilt. Just as the walls start closing in, Zion Graves—the kind, protective younger brother—steps in. He offers the safety Noah destroys, but his presence only makes the lie heavier. Caught between the brother who breaks her and the brother who wants to save her, Khione is playing a losing hand. How long can she keep the secret before the Graves brothers tear her world apart?

By the seventh year of my engagement to Tristan, he postponed our wedding for the third time. The reason was simple. His childhood sweetheart, Gabriella, had returned to the country. She had just gone through a divorce and was emotionally unstable. Tristan personally retrieved every invitation we had sent out, his tone calm and steady. "Gabby has no one by her side right now. I can't upset her at a time like this." I held the ring that had already been resized twice and asked, "What about me?" Tristan glanced at me. "You're different. You're sensible." I had been hearing that word for seven years. Sensible. When his startup failed, I sold the old house my grandmother had left me to help him pay off his debts. When he suffered a gastric hemorrhage, I stayed at the hospital for three days straight and missed my own promotion defense. When his mother said my background was too ordinary for him, he only rubbed his temples and said, "Tori, don't make this difficult for me." Every time, I nodded. He once told me that no matter how thick the fog became, he would always leave a light on for me. Until the day Gabriella stood in front of the mirror wearing my wedding dress and smiled as she asked, "Victoria, you don't mind, do you? Tristan said your wedding's being postponed anyway." Tristan stood behind her. He did not deny it. He even reached out and adjusted her veil for her. The fog lamp he had given me with his own hands sat by the display window of the bridal shop. It was still lit, illuminating someone else in the white dress I had waited seven years to wear. Only then did I realize that some roads were not lost because the fog was too thick. It was because he had never planned to come for me at all.

My husband, Brody Singer, is the deputy director of a hospital and is known for being level-headed. He is so levelheaded that on the very day I miscarry, he still chooses to take Isabelle Wood, his late rescuer's widow, to look at cemetery plots first. He says, "She's been dreaming about David a lot lately, and it's making her uneasy. You have nurses over there. I'll be right back." Lying in my hospital bed, I open the location he sends me. It's an upscale cemetery with a double burial plot. The permanent maintenance fee costs 18,000 dollars. I text him back, "Nice choice. The grave is located in a bustling commercial district." He doesn't reply, but the comments floating before my eyes start answering for him. "Don't be so sarcastic. He just thinks his rescuer died too young and feels sorry that his widow has to spend the rest of her life alone." "He only married Roxanne out of convenience. Isabelle is his true soulmate and the one he secretly loves with all his heart." "Later, he'll make Roxanne sign papers to sell their home, saying the money is for Isabelle's retirement. The reason he gives is that they are still young and can easily earn money again." As the nurse hooks me up to an IV, I feel a chill on the back of my hand. I think of my wedding ring. Back then, Brody told me doctors shouldn't wear anything too expensive because it gets in the way during surgery. So my ring costs a mere 2,900 dollars. Today, he swipes his card and pays 18,000 dollars without hesitation when Isabelle says she wants to buy burial plots. I tuck the IV tubing closer beneath my sleeve and send my lawyer a message. "Draft a divorce agreement for me. Also, look into my husband's hotel records and spending history." After sending it, I quickly follow up with another text. "Move fast. He's in a hurry to repay his debt of gratitude, and he's burning through money pretty quickly."

The fight between good and evil has been going on since time immemorial. There have always been those who want to protect the world from destruction, just as there always been those who want to subjugate humanity to their will. At the epicentre of the book are two young people, Katelyn and Jake, who unknowingly become the first bearers of terrifying divine powers. Their lives are about to changes irrevocably. Secrets that have been kept for hundreds of years, a world that no one knows about, become the every day reality for Kate and Jake. A gift that may seem like the greatest miracle will turn into a never-ending battle for their lives and the lives of others. Adventures, secrets, dangers and love will give readers a great deal of pleasure and will not let them put the book down. Will the new times bring destruction to mankind? Will the Brotherhood of Guardians of the Stones succeed in their mission to protect the divine powers and prevent them from falling in to the wrong hands? Can the fate of the world as we know and love it depend on a select few who do not even know they exist? Guardians of the Stones is the first part of a fantasy adventure trilogy depicting a modern eternal struggle between good and evil. This is a modern novel in which we will meet adventures, dangers, secrets, love and many human experiences. The novel will appeal to fans of detectives and thrillers, but it will also be a pleasure to read for those who like adventure and romance novels. There are very few elements of fantasy in the book, so even those who do not like fantasy will enjoy the novel. The book takes place in the 21st century, in the modern world.

While collecting samples in Antarctica, I was caught in a blizzard. When I finally made it back to the vehicle, I found the fuel tank drained and my thermal suit shredded into rags. I screamed for help, but laughter crackled through the communicator. It was the voice of my husband's childhood sweetheart. "No need to rescue her, you guys! Sophie's got the world record for low-temperature endurance! "Today, let's see if she can hike across the ice in a T-shirt, all on livestream!" Then came my husband's doting voice. "Baby, I've already spoken to the manager. If she pulls this off, you'll get your spot in next month's expedition!" That was when I understood. My husband had turned me into a stepping stone for her future. As I shivered violently in the cold, I begged, "Please, Zachary. After all our years of marriage…" Before I could finish, he cut me off coldly. “Save your body heat and keep walking. Luna's future depends on you. "You've got the stamina anyway, so just hold on for another five kilometers!" At that moment, my heart froze solid. If they wanted me dead, then I would make sure they froze at the base instead. With trembling hands, I raised the axe, aiming it directly at the base's heating pipes.

A blizzard had buried the mountain, turning every road into a death trap. Locals called it Deadman's Pass—seventy-two icy switchbacks with zero room for error. As the only person who had ever made it through without a scratch, I'd just gotten a million-dollar rescue call from beyond the final curve. Ten years ago, I went there once. My seventeen-year-old daughter, Maya, was skydiving with her classmates when a violent air current forced an emergency landing. The rescue came too late. She died there. Later, I learned my husband, Jayden Boone, had ignored Maya's safety. He poured hundreds of thousands of dollars into the rescue effort and redirected every team to save his ex's daughter instead. The girl had only sprained her ankle on a hiking trip. The day Maya died, I walked away from my career as a professor and stayed here, living as a broke driver. I risked my life running Deadman's Pass again and again until I knew every turn by heart. In the ten years since, no one else had died on that road. Today, a friend shoved a million-dollar rescue job in front of me and told me to leave right away. I looked at the face in the photo—the one I could never forget. Then I smiled and tossed my keys onto the table. "I can't take this job."