Urbano

This novel focuses on the story of a young woman by the name Meekey. She found herself in the world of drug trafficking which led to her life being ruined.

In the gritty heart of Duskville, where shadows hide the crimes no one wants to see, Detective Jackson Reyes works like a ghost—unflinching, relentless, and alone. Scarred by a childhood spent watching his mother suffer at the hands of a cruel man, Reyes learned early that justice doesn’t come easily. So he became it. When Lena, a young woman trapped in a world of coercion and violence, walks into his station and tells the truth no one else will hear, something shifts. As Reyes digs deeper into the criminal underworld controlled by Riko and his men, Lena becomes more than a witness—she becomes a reason. A reason to keep fighting. A reason to believe healing might be possible, even for someone like him. ______ Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

Aurora Moon tragically dies in a car accident after a bitter argument with her cold-hearted boss, Alexander Graystone. By a miracle, God grants her a second chance, allowing her to rebirth as a young woman who shares her first name. Just as she believes this new life offers a fresh start, she is shocked to discover that she is married – as the seventh wife. To her horror, her husband is none other than Alexander Graystone. *** Excerpt: Something about this girl puzzled him; he couldn't ignore her curiosity. He had met countless beautiful and exceptional women in the past, but none had captured his interest. But this girl? He felt irresistibly drawn in whenever he looked into her mesmerizing blue eyes. He tried to act casual and calm beside her, but his anger always lingered in his mind because she shared the same name as the woman he had just lost. How could he call her "Aurora"? He couldn't! Every time he said it, it felt like a sharp dagger stabbing his heart. He didn't mind feeling hurt because he knew that Aurora's death was his fault, and he was willing to accept that punishment. He couldn't let this young lady replace Aurora in his thoughts; he would hold onto that feeling forever. 'No, I'm sorry, I can't do that. In my mind and heart, that name only belongs to Rory!' "Miss Spencer, that name is reserved for someone very dear to me. No one can take it away—not even you..." His warning sent chills down Aurora's spine. ... "What the hell, Alexander Graystone! That person is me, okay? I'm Rory... I'm Aurora Moon..." She wanted to scold him like that but held back while staring into his intense gaze.

She was his secret. Until he proposed to another woman — live on Inst*gr*m. Now Alaya Moore has nothing… until the day he dies and leaves her everything: The mansion. The money. The company. And every enemy he ever made. They called her the side chick. But she’s about to show the world she was the real queen all along.

Abigail Snow accidentally caught her fiancé being intimate with her sister. She learned that her fiancé had only used her to advance his business and had never truly loved her. Heartbroken, Abigail called off the engagement and left everything behind to start a new life with nothing. At her lowest point, she met Sawyer, a hidden tycoon who helped her rebuild her life and seek justice against those who made her suffer. As Abigail begins to fall in love with Sawyer, his childhood sweetheart reappears, causing doubt and confusion for her. *** Excerpt: "Okay. Tell me, where do you live?" Sawyer asked, focusing on the street ahead. Fifteen minutes later, Sawyer's vehicle stopped in front of Abigail's house. He was stunned beyond words when he saw the gates. After a few seconds, Sawyer, trying to suppress his shock, turned to her. "Is this where you live now?" he asked. "Yes, I'm staying here..." Abigail answered excitedly. She wanted to invite him to stop by, but she remembered the rental contract rule stating she couldn't bring her friends or family onto the rooftop. "Can I stop by your house?" Sawyer casually asked, but Abigail felt tense upon hearing that. "Sawyer, I'm so sorry. The homeowner forbade me from bringing guests or family over," she faintly smiled at him. Sawyer was impressed to hear her words, "Aah, so there's a rule like that?" "Yeah. That's why I can't let you enter. If you want to meet me, we can meet at the café. Or, you can call me if you pass by this area." "Sure." ... As soon as Abigail stepped out of the car, Sawyer's smile vanished, and his expression slowly darkened. His sharp eyes remained fixed on Abigail as she entered the small door.

After eight unhappy years with a cheating husband, Ronica Simmons chooses to go out with a bang. Although she had lost everything when she married James, she is determined to make a dramatic comeback that would leave him and his cocky mistress broke and ruined. Revenge is a dish best served cold and James Simmons will never know what's about to hit him.

In a city where secrets breathe beneath cobblestone streets, 17-year-old Elara Moon finds a sealed letter with her name written in blood. The next morning, her parents vanish without a trace. Hunted by a faceless cult, stalked by shadows that whisper her name, Elara is thrust into a hidden world of ancient pacts and forbidden magic. Every answer she uncovers leads to more danger—and the terrifying truth that she is the final key to awakening a god long buried beneath the earth. But to survive, Elara must choose: unlock the power written in her blood... or burn with the rest of the world.

WARNING: RATED 18+| NO RAPE!!! Excerpt; "Was I a good girl?" she hiccupped, her bare skin flushed and glowed as she rolled across the sheets like she owned the bed—and him. Six weeks without his touch had scraped her raw. She was slowly losing touch of her sanity. "You did good, Penguin," Alanis said, his voice low and rough as he reached for his tie. And just like that, the spell cracked. He was leaving...again. It wasn't fair, she had to remain in the shadows, while her perfect half-sister was rubbing his chest in public. Poppy slammed the door shut, while she arranged her robe, her eyes wet and wild. "Can you… stay… just one more night?" He hesitated. And she saw it, the guilt and pull. "You know how this—" Something made him stop mid-sentence. His gaze dropped. One sharp breath, and he was staring at her peaked nipple like it was a commandment. "Please?" she breathed, arching toward him. With a low growl, he tossed her back on the bed because he had been starved, and he was ready to devour his Penguin. ... Poppy never had a chance to be the golden girl. Not with a cruel stepmother, and a father who forgot she even existed. Penelope was given everything that belonged to Poppy. Now Penny's prize? A diamond ring—a wedding to Alanis Caelum, Velmora's most powerful billionaire. Cold, brilliant, and devastatingly magnetic. To everyone but Poppy. Because before he became Penny’s perfect fiancé, he belonged to Poppy—in the dark, in secret, in sin. He knows her body like a weapon. He calls her Penguin with a growl that makes her knees buckle. And when he’s inside her, he forgets who he's supposed to love. She had him wrapped so tight, he forgot the world.