Freer

“Let him go! He doesn’t pose a threat to any of you.” “And you think you do?” After being pushed into oppression by The Royals for decades, the witches can no longer practice magic freely. Everyone fell in line and kept their heads down, doing as they were told. But one day, a witch named Raven finds herself in quite the predicament when she fights back. She's determined to free her people from the grasp of the royals.. That's until a certain prince steps in. With his burning gaze and wicked ways, Raven finds herself craving the touch of a person she's suppose to hate.

The year is 2304 and war has ravaged the world, leaving scattered communities. Keira, a headstrong 25-year-old, has joined the Eagle tribe with the goal of making a difference. Their primary mission is to take back Meraki, a planet that was intended only for the wealthy and privileged. For the past 50 years, raiders seeking riches have taken over Meraki and severed all communication. The Eagle tribe, trained by old war heroes, has been selected to assess the situation and is actively searching for scattered pieces of a space shuttle that was used to travel to Meraki. Keira is one of the few women who joined the force, as most women help out with daily necessities. She has no interest in marriage, but she can't help but react whenever Josh is nearby. Josh, newly appointed as second in command, has a string of women eagerly throwing hints of marriage, and he would stop at nothing to make them sway. His piercing green eyes, sun-kissed blonde hair, dashing dimples, and ripped physique due to excessive training would contribute to the madness. As fate would have it, she found herself crossing paths with Caleb - a master of manipulation with a dashing demeanor. Despite his apparent immunity to emotion, he exuded a commanding presence that was both cold and alluring. There was something dark and mysterious about him that drew her in, and she couldn't help but feel like he had a way of penetrating her guarded thoughts. Meraki is a place for dreams, a meaning to a better future, or maybe where dreams are now scattered by the selfish traits of men for self-gain.

Luna has spent nineteen years living inside a gilded cage. As the daughter of one of the most feared mafia lords, every smile, every dress, every step she takes belongs to someone else. Her escape plan is simple: survive an arranged marriage to her childhood best friend, then disappear forever. But two days before the wedding, she's kidnapped. Her captor, Sandro, is everything she was taught to fear—cold, ruthless, and nearly a decade older than her. The entire underworld bows before him, yet he seems completely indifferent to the girl he stole. Unlike every victim before her, Luna refuses to accept her fate. She lies. She argues. She bites. She escapes. She turns Sandro's perfectly ordered life into absolute chaos. What begins as a kidnapping soon becomes something neither of them expected. Secrets unravel, old enemies resurface, and the lines between prison and freedom begin to blur. Then, when Sandro finally does the one thing no one else ever has... He lets her go. But sometimes freedom changes people. And sometimes, by the time you become the person you've always wanted to be, the one who broke your world is the only one willing to rebuild it, if you'll let him. A dark mafia romance about freedom, redemption, and a heroine who refuses to let any man decide who she becomes.

For three years, I worked for my coworkers for free—designing, covering for their mistakes, cleaning up their messes. They used my work to get promoted, to win awards, even to run side jobs on the sly, and I never took a cent for any of it. Then I single-handedly landed the hardest client project the company had ever taken on and walked away with a hundred-thousand-dollar bonus. That was the day everyone lost their minds. The same people who'd leeched off me the hardest led the charge, cornering me at my desk and tearing into me in front of the whole office. "The whole concept for that project was a team effort. What gives you the right to keep the bonus for yourself?" "Your work has always been garbage. That free labor of yours was never worth anything anyway!" Worse, they spent the whole night digging up old grievances, stitching together every minor slip-up they could find, and spreading rumors through the entire company—that I'd stalled projects, that my work was worthless, that I'd tanked the department's numbers. Finally, they gave me an ultimatum. "Either split the entire bonus with the department, or pay us two hundred thousand dollars for our trouble. Take your pick." Even the department manager tried to smooth things over, telling me, "We're all colleagues here. You've already got a big bonus—taking a small loss won't kill you. Don't be so difficult about it." Wonderful. So three years of quietly covering for everyone had just produced a pack of lazy, credit-stealing backstabbers. Since they wanted to gang up on the one person who'd always played fair, fine. I was going to lay out three years of original files, timestamps, and proof of exactly who'd done the work—all of it, all at once. And what none of them knew was that the special project behind my bonus was an AI system built to replace every single one of them.

Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hellish marriage that I'm staying? Save Me... I'm tired of living. -AZAIA DE CASTRO

People in our circle told the same joke at every gathering. "Jason's wife can't give him children, so she sends women to his bed every day. I wish the hag at my house had that kind of sense." They had no idea that my mother-in-law, Kate, was the one who had found those women and used my name to send them in. The first time, Jason Gibson threw the woman out and had a terrible fight with me. Afterward, he spent over ten million dollars on jewelry to make it up to me at the auction house. The second time it happened, he had barely touched her hand when he threw up. Then, he fought with me again. Afterward, he bought an estate and told me I would be the only woman by his side. - That was until the tenth woman. This time, he shut the bedroom door and did not come out all night. We stopped fighting. We stopped speaking. Everyone thought I would do anything to secure my place in the Gibson family and hang on to them for the rest of my life. But when I finally took out the divorce agreement, no one believed it. Not even Jason himself.