Starling

Ximara has always been judged—by her parents, society, and, most importantly, by herself. With curves that invite whispers and a spirit slowly eroded by those who claim to love her, she decides to escape. Fleeing an arranged marriage and a life of scorn, she seeks refuge in New York City with her grandfather, Alister, the only person who recognizes her worth. But even as she rebuilds her life, her past haunts her. When a chance meeting with Arthur Vance, a charismatic celebrity racer, results in public betrayal, Ximara's fragile confidence is shattered. Desperate to get out of the pain, she falls into a dangerous cycle of self-doubt, unaware that she is being watched. Her mysterious neighbor, a man only known as Z, appears in the darkest moments, as if he knows her secrets and has always known them. Z is not the person he appears to be. He's been watching Ximara for longer than she realizes, driven by an obsession he can't control or understand. In a world that wants to break them, can two wounded souls teach each other to fly—or will their secrets destroy them both?

#Dark #Trauma #Steamy #Violence #LoveTriangle #SlowBurn Stella's world crumbles when her husband, Kellan Keller, tragically dies in a car crash, shattering their plans of starting a family. Left to pick up the pieces, Stella takes over Kellan's insurance company while keeping her own fashion business thriving. Hoping to help her heal, Stella’s parents whisk her away to Alaska. There, she stumbles upon an eerie book about wolves, Lycans, and a woman who mysteriously disappeared in the Alaskan wilderness. The intrigue deepens when her best friend, Julie, vanishes without a trace. But nothing prepares Stella for the shock of seeing a man who looks exactly like Kellan in a local grocery store. As she dives into the mystery, Stella uncovers secrets that challenge everything she believed about her life and Kellan's death. Her search for answers throws her into a dangerous web of truth, betrayal, and passion, leading to revelations that will change her world forever.

Stella is a broken vessel, a Tribian star that falls every 500 years, who carries the fate of a shapeshifter named Chase and his kind. Chase is a shapeshifter destined to save his clan. Their paths crossed in an unprecedented occurrence, and they became star-crossed lovers. However, even if he was madly in love with the Tribian Star, would he be able to drain her life in order to save the clan that has yearned for peace for centuries? Would Stella finally break free of her eternal curse and find love in Chase's arms?

“I’m not a good man. A good man would sacrifice you to save the world. I have no such inclinations.” When one is offered a job that would have them set for life, would they allow a fickle thing such as a moral compass stand in their way? Abigeal Starr, former soldier of the US Army, didn’t think so. It had been surprisingly difficult to get a stable job after leaving the military and she was barely managing to keep her head above the water. She couldn’t even afford the rent on her small flat so she’d had to take in a roommate whose personality frequently clashed with hers. Tired, frustrated and dangerously approaching desperate, she found a job which was almost laughable in its simplicity: assassinate a billionaire. She couldn’t believe how much she was going to be paid for one task, but she quickly discovered that it wasn’t going to be as much of a walk in the park as she had thought. Will she follow through with her task? Or will her conscience get the best of her? Find out more in the story!

I was the fiancee of Lucian Veris, the celebrated Swan Prince, who had offered up the principal role in exchange for my hand. On stage, he was proud and untouchable, yet he surrendered completely to the choreography I created for "Eternal Crown." When I came back after three years in Valmont, I discovered that the understudy who mirrored me had already claimed our private rehearsal hall. At the company's welcome gala, Lucian abandoned a room full of sponsors just to chase after the crying understudy. From behind the velvet curtain, I overheard words he had never spoken to me. "Elara, I chose you only because you reminded me of her. I was looking for a replacement. But you were different. Your choreography captivated me—more than she ever could. Just make sure she never finds out until the closing night of 'Eternal Crown.'" Then came the muffled sounds of their entanglement, followed by his whispered vow. "I'll give you the principal's place." Right there, in that same room, he had once held my hand and sworn that I, Astraea Lynelle, would be his only soulmate in this lifetime. I turned and walked away, the sharp echo of my pointe shoes striking with finality. Back in the dressing room, I dialed his greatest rival, Caelan Thorne. "Mr. Thorne," I said evenly, "I accept your offer to join your company. And one more thing—prepare a gift for me. I intend to turn Lucian's grand finale into the most spectacular downfall the art world has ever seen."

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛. 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚌 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙾𝚛𝚎𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠.