Hollowed

His mission was to kill her, falling for her wasn't in the plan. To enemies, he was a killing machine. To his own, a fierce shield. Emotions never mattered to him, love was just a myth he had no use for. But everything changed when death swept through the city. Werewolves were being slaughtered, one after another. And every clue pointed to one person, the quirky, loner witch named Violet. He was ordered to eliminate her. It should’ve been easy. But it wasn’t. He wasn’t supposed to fall for her. He wasn’t supposed to defy his Alpha for her. And he sure as hell wasn’t supposed to risk his life to protect that one beauty with violet eyes. ............ Her mother's betrayal didn't just hurt her; it hollowed her. She hardened her heart and strived to become a powerful witch. However, she hadn't expected to fall victim to a malicious conspiracy that almost got her killed. Armed with every spell she knew, she thought she was ready for anything. What she wasn’t ready for… was him. A black-eyed, messy-haired, fuller-lipped Beta who barged into her life and changed it like he owns it. Their story isn’t simple. It’s a tangled mess of love, pain, angst, and stolen moments of happiness. Love is beautiful when people choose it. But it's beyond messy when love chooses its victims.

{Book 1 of the 'Tamed Series'} Since time immemorial, two fore-standing Races of the beings that inhabit the Wisterne Continent, have been in an unending dispute. They say the Demons prowl the living, corrupting and enticing their souls into oblivion. And the Werewolves receive a gift at the dawn of every Healing Ritual, in the exaltation of their most venerated Moon deity.~~Himari Orion has dreamt of the Healing Ritual since she turned fourteen, hoping she can bring pride to the Pack’s Gamma family with the transformation into her wolf. On the night of the coveted ceremony that occurs once a decade, she’s pronounced an Omega, a derogatory title stigmatized by the rest of her kind. The impaling aftermath leaves her hollowed and left with a shriveled ambition.Wrongly accused of orchestrating the ‘Darkling’ sudden attack on her Pack, she’s forced to flee, having no other choice but to trust in whatever resides across the river that separates her race from the rest of the world.Zorien Virote is one of the last remaining High-tier Demons and a prodigal son to the Royal family; an uncontestable warrior set to guard the riverbank and eliminate all were-beings upon sight. He is driven by a ferocious distrust for women, forcing him to end the lives of all his mates until he stumbles into the runaway she-wolf he’s been observing since her conception.“You’re the goddess’ chosen, Himari. No harm will come to you, and you’ll live to fulfill your destiny.”An ancient Black Flame that incinerates all Demons into ashes…Will Himari be able to heal the wound inflicted upon this peculiar Demon? And will Zorien take on the responsibility to kill his final mate and choose the victory of his race over his tender love?

Addy Walker once believed love was supposed to be loud—felt in bedtime stories, laughter in the kitchen, and the warmth of arms that made the world feel safe. That’s how it was before her mother died. Before her father changed. Grief hollowed him out. The man who once teased and protected became a shell—quiet, cold, unreachable. Then came the bottles. The slammed doors. The bruises. Addy, now eighteen, has learned to survive in silence—walking lightly, speaking carefully, hiding her pain beneath long sleeves and polite smiles. She works long hours to keep food on the table while her father sinks deeper into debt and addiction. One night, she comes home to a dark, freezing house—again. The electricity is off. Again. And she knows why. She confronts him, her voice sharper than it’s ever been. He denies it at first, but the truth is already spread across the kitchen counter in final notice bills and losing betting slips. He’d gambled away the electric bill money on a horse. The argument erupts. He screams, she stands her ground. When he slaps her, she doesn’t flinch. Something inside her shifts. She’s done waiting for the man he used to be. Addy packs a bag. She’s leaving—for real this time. No plan. No destination. Just freedom. But as she storms out into the rain, a long, black car pulls up to the curb. A man steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, older. His face is hard, almost frightening in the shadows, but he’s striking. Dangerous. And calm.

In Black Salt, love is a sickness you can’t hide—a slow gnawing beneath the skin that leaves you hollowed, grayed, and eventually gone. No one stays long enough to see it through; they leave before the rot finishes its work. It’s what the town teaches you: when it starts, you run. You look away. You survive by pretending not to feel. But Atlas is tired of pretending. The halls of Black Salt High are full of kids pretending they don’t see each other’s bruised hearts, pretending their bones aren’t already whispering warnings. Still, he can’t forget the weight of a father who stayed—not out of love, but because he never felt it deep enough to decay. That truth lingers in Atlas like a second shadow. And then there’s Nova—the outsider with a storm in her bones. And Wren, all sharpness and fight. Milo, who cracks jokes to keep the silence at bay. Luce, who wears her thorns like jewelry. Together, they don’t know how to stop the rot. But they’re learning how to sit with it, how to name it, how to refuse the small, hollow deaths of pretending not to care. In a town where love is a death sentence, staying might be the bravest thing of all.

On the day the Cole family went bankrupt, Adrian Cole left behind a suicide note and went alone to the snow mountains to end his life. I chased after him without hesitation, searching for him in the snow for a full ten hours. Just as despair hollowed me out completely, I saw his secretary, Zoe Bennett, livestreaming Adrian's proposal on social media. One of his friends joked in the comments, "You're about to be a groom. Aren't you afraid your woman will get mad?" His reply was icy cold. "I only promised her the title of Mrs. Cole. She shouldn't even think about anything else." Another comment followed. "She's marrying in with ten billion in investment. Is she really willing to swallow that kind of grievance?" I could almost see Adrian sneering as he typed, "She got ten billion for the position of Mrs. Cole. She's not losing out. If it weren't for her, Zoe wouldn't have been forced to go abroad. These last few days are my compensation to Zoe." My fingernails dug deep into my flesh. Calmly, I burned everything that had anything to do with him. On the day of the wedding, he went mad searching for me everywhere. In the upscale venue across the street, I had just slipped on a diamond ring given to me by another man, Julian Cross. Unbeknownst to him, while he was calculating the countdown to our breakup, I was also preparing to marry someone else.

She ran from a monster, only to be caught by the shadow of something far worse. Hated. Hunted. Branded a murderer. Raziela is a rogue omega and a single mother, guarding a child whose secret could ignite empires. On the run for a crime she didn’t commit, she hides her scent, her power, and her past. But when she’s captured and auctioned like property, she lands in the hands of the most feared creature alive: the Lycan King. Dakor is ancient, merciless, and hollowed by grief. His heart died with his mate three centuries ago. Now he rules through fear and bloodshed and desires nothing… until her. Raziela should fear him… she does. But the longer she survives the cruelty of his court, the more the lines between prey and predator blur. Beneath the King’s darkness lies a deadly desire. And if she lets it consume her, she risks more than her soul, she risks the one thing she’s sworn to protect.