A Blank Needs A Host To Survive Novels & Stories

3:00 a.m. Insomnia gnawed at my nerves like a rusted saw, grinding back and forth mercilessly. On a whim that I couldn't explain, I opened a radio app called "Echoes from Below." The interface was simple and bare. Black background, blue text. No ads, no host introduction. Just a single audio waveform, slowly buffering on the screen. The shape of the waveform felt wrong. It didn't look like soundwaves at all. More like rows of sharp, interlocking teeth. A pop-up window appeared in the center of the screen. [Listening Guidelines] The letters glowed blue, carrying an unsettling eeriness. [This station's signal may extend into dreams. If you hear the broadcast while dreaming, firmly believe that you are awake.]

Lucrezia a girl from Rezzidel can't take it any longer. She needs to find a safe place. She needs to survive. This world wasn't built for humans, but she is going to carve a path that leads to salvation no matter what it takes.

Dharna, a lone wolf, had been living tough life since her parent's mysterious death. Apart from it, her little sister, Ritika had a terminal disease that needed surgery and for it she needed money. Dharna worked harder but didn't collect enough money until one day she met with an accident and the culprit left her a blank cheque. Dharna took the money for her sister's surgery. She was over the moon that her sister had finally saved and she went to the club with her friend to relax which she had not done for two years. During this, she got involved in one night stand with someone when she was drunk with a dose of Wolfs bane. which turned her life upside down. after sometime, she had an unexpected discovery. ***** What will Dharna's reaction be? Who was the stranger who gave her the cheque? With whom she had a one-night stand? and most important, what was the mystery behind her parent's death?

They say Don Julian Marconi would burn the world for one tear of mine. Five years ago, at the Met Gala, he spent millions to hang emeralds around my neck and swore I was his Madonna. Five years later, beneath the velvet boxes of our anniversary, I found a lace strap soaked in sin—and a fresh, crimson smear on his collar that told me exactly whose bed he’d left. I smiled. I asked him to sign a blank sheet of paper. And that meant he was agreeing to whatever I wanted. He called it love. I called it the death warrant for his empire. In fifteen days, I finalized our divorce papers. I boarded the Stella d’Oro as Serena Cole and burned Celeste Marconi to ash on the deck. Then I vanished with his fortune, his power and the one secret that would destroy him. I was the saint he worshipped. Now I am the ghost who haunts him. No groveling. No forgiveness. No second chance. Just ashes.

The playboy billionaire needs a wife to secure his inheritance. His PA needs money to secure her brother's future. What better way for both than to pretend marriage? Except for one small problem: the heart wants what it wants!

Love isn’t in Jett Byrd’s agenda. For a powerful man like him, love is an unnecessary emotion, and what he needs is a convenient wife. Amanda is supposed to be the answer — she has the perfect background, the fame, and the upbringing but the woman is blinded by love. Crazed, in fact. On their wedding day, Amanda left him on the altar, so he has no choice but to turn to their stunning, unforgettable wedding planner — Lilac Carter. Lilac is the epitome of everything that isn’t him — warm, pure, and naive. She was scammed out of her money by her accountant. How stupid can she be? He believes they have nothing in common. But this naive woman is the one that brought light back into his dark world. The woman who set his heart on fire, and makes his body tingle with passion that he has buried inside him. Their lives intertwined because of their contract marriage. The lies, the passion, and the danger brought them together, but how can they survive it all enough to admit to each other that they’re meant to be? And that their marriage is just more than a contract? That they have the bucket list for a perfect marriage?

I have two kidneys. I've given one of them to my wife, Teagan Holt. In just one year, Teagan and her childhood sweetheart, Morgan Backman, have gone through all 72 karmasutra positions in bed. They can't wait to experience them all over again. My other kidney is given to Morgan. They've used 365 condoms, and the water bill is more than five times its regular rate. Teagan can't even get out of bed every day from how sore she is. Two years later, when Morgan needs another kidney transplant in order to survive, Teagan steps into the manor on her own. She looks everywhere for me, only to see our nine-year-old son, Milo Shepherd, crouching at the doorway. "Milo, as long as you can convince your dad to donate his kidney to Mr. Backman, I'll allow you to come home with me." Milo just stares up at Teagan innocently. "But Mom, you have Dad's other kidney inside you."

Joyce's life is drastically changed when she is attacked by hellhounds from a rival werewolf clan who killed her mother years ago and are now set on killing her as well. Her father, who had been absent for more than half of her life, suddenly reappears and takes her into the world of the werewolves, where she is forced to marry Luke Elderman, heir to the Elderman fortune. A cruel, cold, and powerful billionaire werewolf, feared by many and trusted by none, Luke claims her on the very day of her arrival and she is confined within the walls of the Elderman castle and forbidden to leave until her father returns with the cavalry, until her host no longer finds use for her, or until her enemies finally succeed in ending her life.

BLURB ​Four years ago, a devastating car accident wiped me from billionaire Christian King’s memory. Seizing the opportunity, his ruthless mother branded me a gold-digger, threatening my unborn child if I didn't vanish. I fled, broken and penniless, to raise our son in the shadows. ​Now, I am a top crisis-PR expert, and Christian needs me. To secure a massive government contract, his board demands a stable family image. Christian tracks down my agency and demands a ruthless contract: I must play his fake wife for six months. He treats me like a cold transaction, but the moment his fingers touch mine for the cameras, a dark, familiar fire ignites. I only agreed to this torment to fund our son’s life-saving heart surgery. But as his mask begins to crack behind closed doors, I realize his amnesia might be the most dangerous lie of all. Can my heart survive playing a game where the rules change with every kiss?

Yasmine Silva gave everything to Leo Quinton over fifty years of marriage. After he was injured on a mission and left disabled, she left her respectable and steady job as a TV station host to stay by his side and massage his legs every day. He said he never wanted children. She endured ten miscarriages and was left unable to have any. Even then, she never once complained. Everyone said Leo was blessed to have a wife like Yasmine. It was only after Leo passed away that Yasmine, who had cared for him all her life, learned the truth. To him, she had never been a blessing. She had only been a burden that kept him from his wife and son.