Aircon Sharp

After so many years of searching for a job, I finally got one, but it came with a lot of twists and unexpected desires—I ended up falling for my broken CEO. ******** "My heart is no longer capable of love, Jessy; you are wasting your time by preaching that to me." He snapped, making me take a sharp intake of breath. "Sir, just because your ex left you broken and shattered doesn't mean all love is meant to be like that," I said with confidence. "Sir, true love is a beautiful thing; it's a thing that recognizes no barriers; the best love is one that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, "I add, smiling dreamingly as I pictured him in my mind. "Miss Jessy, are you indirectly professing your love to your boss?" I snapped back to my senses, meeting his confused glance at me; I gasped, realizing how stupid I was. "Hmm... Sorry... sorry sir, I will go work on the document." I rushed to pack the piece of document, aiming quickly for the door; I was just too embarrassed to spend even a single minute here. "Miss Jessy, do you have feelings for me in any way?" I was about to exit the door when he caught me by the arm, his question making me root on the spot. "What should I do? geez!"

Kellan Reed - I was born Runebound—measured, studied, trained to lead. My pack believes order is strength, that tradition is law. But law doesn’t hold when blood runs in the dirt. The Interregnum is here, and every whispered betrayal at Obscura smells of war. I thought I knew who I was supposed to be: heir, alpha, scholar. Then Ronan Draxmere walked onto campus, all sharp teeth and wild fury. Bloodpine. My opposite. My enemy. And yet, every time our eyes lock, I feel the pull of something I can’t name. Something dangerous. Something I might not survive resisting. Ronan’s Draxmere - Bloodpine wolves don’t play nice. We hunt. We take. We survive. That’s what my father drilled into me, and it’s why he sent me here: to prove strength where others crumble. But Obscura isn’t the battleground I expected. The dragon burns brighter than the legends, the heirs bleed unity, and Kellan Reed—the Runebound golden boy—looks at me like he wants to tear me apart and hold me together in the same breath. I should hate him. I do hate him. But my wolf doesn’t. And if the Interregnum comes for this place, they’ll find out just how dangerous a Bloodpine wolf can be when he’s fighting for something he swore he’d never want.

Valencia Amara Nightingale III was trapped—engaged to a powerful, ruthless prime minister with a hidden agenda, forced to endure his cruelty for five long years. A princess in name only, she had no power, no choices, just a future of helpless submission. Until the day she was murdered. But as fate would have it, death wasn’t the end for Valencia. In the same dark forest, at the exact same time, another life was lost—Anastasiya Constantine. A fighter, An agent , a woman forged in the harshest streets, Anastasiya was known for her fiery spirit and sharp mind. The world thought she was out of control, a lost cause, but her death was the catalyst for something unimaginable. God, it seemed, had other plans. Anastasiya is resurrected in Valencia’s body— now a young royal with the face of innocence, but the heart of a warrior. Gone is the meek, kind princess. In her place is a woman driven by vengeance and a hunger for power. With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Anastasiya begins her quest for revenge—against the man who destroyed Valencia’s life, and against the corrupt world that betrayed her. Her ultimate target? Aslanov Moroz Vladislav, the most powerful businessman in the world. Seduction, submission, and a ruthless drive for revenge will lead her to sell her soul to him, use his empire and influence to take control of a life that is no longer hers by choice—but will be by force. One woman. Two lives. And a debt forged in blood. Vengeance? Lol. She was out for Retribution.

From the outside, her life looked like a storybook — young love, a growing family, and the hope of a future built on hard work and devotion. But behind closed doors, it was a different world — one filled with control, silence, and bruises too deep for anyone to see. Before she turned twenty-one, she had already survived a violent marriage, the constant threat of losing her children, and a battle between truth and lies that nearly destroyed her. Every time she tried to rebuild, life seemed to find a new way to break her — a false accusation that stole her children, a fire that turned into murder, and the death of the man who had helped her believe in love again. Echos of Ruin is the raw, unflinching story of a woman who refuses to stay broken. Through violence, betrayal, and unbearable loss, she finds the courage to keep moving — to fight for her truth even when no one will listen. It’s a story of motherhood and survival, of loving and losing, and of discovering that sometimes the only way to save yourself is to walk through the fire. Told with haunting honesty and sharp clarity, this memoir is not just about what was taken from her — it’s about what she refused to surrender: her spirit, her strength, and her voice. Because even when the world tried to silence her, she learned the most powerful truth of all — the human heart can shatter a thousand times and still find the strength to beat again.

I had just won the Hawthorne Scientific Laureate on the international stage when my father called me back home. "Bring the betrothal gifts to the Hayes family. That childhood engagement should finally be fulfilled." Afraid of getting stuck in traffic, I took my modified motorcycle, carried the national heritage porcelain obtained through generations of the Keane family's military merits, and headed toward their house. Just as I arrived at the community gate, a Porsche suddenly cut across the lane, nearly knocking me over. A heavily made-up woman, Zoey Mercer, stepped out of the car, raised one sharp high heel, and kicked the top box off my motorcycle. "You rode this junk motorcycle yet dared block my way? If you dent my car, your whole family won't be able to afford the compensation!" My heart sank. I quickly opened the case, only to see the entire box of celadon porcelain shattered. "So you’re just some delivery guy. Think this pile of trash is worth even one of my shoes? "You even know whose neighborhood this is? It belongs to Kingshore's Hayes family! My best friend’s family developed this place! Believe it or not, I can have you thrown out right now!" Right then, my fiancee, Lauren Hayes, called me. "Where are you? My friend just messaged me saying there’s a delivery guy causing trouble at the entrance."

. "I WILL NOT WAKE HIM" My voice thunders through the large throne room. All who reside in it are brought to their knees. Cowering and bowing their heads. I take a sharp inhale and the wave of power leaves them and they return to their previous positions. Another member of my court approaches, I nod allowing her to come forward. Her long green dress, compliments her light brown hair and golden eyes. "Mara, what say you?" Alarich takes her hand and guides her forward "My beautiful queen, only your blood can wake him, if you see it fit to subdue him after and place him back to rest. My men and I will happily comply" I smile at her and Alarich. "You think it's that easy. I will not be weak. You know this and he will see to it I am, specially if I carry his child". Alarich places a gentle kiss to Mara's forehead. Grateful for his loves presence and offer. "Majesty your mark moves, it longs for him" She looks up at me with hopeful eyes. "Oh Mara, I cannot allow him back into the world. I am strong enough to take a rebellion on by myself, no one can kill me with this mark and no one else can hold it, whilst I'm alive. "You ask me to wake the only one who can kill me?"

To protect his biological child, the mafia Don deliberately announces to the world that my fiance is his long-lost son. A Rolls-Royce pulls up outside my house. My fiance stares at his custom-tailored suit, his entire body trembling with excitement. I'm about to tell him it's all a lie when he shoves me aside and brushes off his sleeves with disgust, like he's touching something filthy. "Stay away from me. I can smell the poverty on you from here!" "Since I'm the Don's son, our engagement is over. An unwanted nobody like you isn't even fit to lick my boots." I try to explain, but he pulls out a check and slams it against my face—the sharp paper edge slices across my cheek. "Here's a million dollars. Consider it a breakup fee, and don't bother me again. We're not from the same world anymore." Watching the check flutter down into the mud, I quietly dim my phone screen. On it is a text from my father, the mafia Don. "Mia cara figlia, bear with it a little longer. Papa will bring you home soon to take over the family." Since he wants to burn every bridge between us, fine. He can have all this fortune on a silver platter. Whether he'll live long enough to enjoy it is another question entirely.

For three years, Eliza Sterling has lived with a quiet grief. After giving her husband, Scott, her entire fortune and her father's company, her only regret is the child they've been unable to conceive. On the morning of their third anniversary, she discovers Scott’s real betrayal: a secret plan to sell her father's empire out from under her, confiding in his CFO that his wife is “a soft spot” to be managed. But the real devastation waits in his office. There, she finds Scott with her stepsister, Chloe—a betrayal made monstrous when Chloe reveals the truth: their infertility is Scott’s choice, a cold strategy to prevent a true heir. Eliza is left utterly ruined, her heart, her home, and her legacy stolen. Her only offer of help comes from Adam Thorne, Scott’s rival, who presents not condolences but a partnership. In exchange for his legal and strategic might to destroy Scott, he wants a piece of the company. Eliza accepts, forging a bond built on revenge and a sharp, growing respect. As Scott watches the wife he took for granted become his most dangerous enemy, he is consumed by a regret that may be too late. Eliza must navigate a war on two fronts: a corporate battle to reclaim her power, and a personal war for her future, caught between the husband who shattered her and the rival who challenges her to rebuild herself from the ashes.

In a college world where every hallway is a battlefield of intellect, pride, and desire, Rival Hearts explores the thin line between hate and a love that burns hotter than anyone expects. When fiercely independent Harper Lawson, a chemistry major with a sharp tongue and a stubborn streak, collides with Emery Collins, a confident and ambitious literature student, sparks fly—literally. Their rivalry begins in classrooms and spills into dorms, cafeterias, and late-night campus corners. Harper thrives on rules and routine, while Emery lives for unpredictability and teasing chaos. Every insult, every sarcastic remark, every heated debate draws them closer to a truth neither is willing to admit: attraction doesn’t always ask permission. What begins as antagonism turns into stolen glances, secret touches, and nights filled with whispered confessions and passion that neither can deny. Their friends notice the chemistry, professors are oblivious, and both women struggle with pride, past heartbreaks, and the fear of being vulnerable. As the semester unfolds, Harper and Emery navigate parties, group projects, dorm-room secrets, and the intoxicating highs of desire and intimacy. Amid campus gossip, emotional upheavals, and raw, steamy encounters, Rival Hearts captures the journey of two women learning that love can come disguised as hate, that surrendering to desire can be terrifyingly exhilarating, and that the fiercest rivals often make the strongest partners. Full of witty banter, heart-pounding tension, and intimate romance, this novel is a slow-burning, passionate exploration of the chaos of first love and the unstoppable force of attraction.

Saelyna and her twin brother, Cyran, are among the last, few elves in Halden that are still healing from the wounds of the rebellion. They both work in the King's Glade, growing the magical kingpeas for His Grace's use. One day, Saelyna steals some of the peas in a bid to sell them and repay her brother for the loss of his sheep. That same evening, a werewolf attacks Cyran while hunting, injuring him severely. He escapes and makes it home, but is dying from the wound. A mysterious stranger stops by to help, and uses the peas to heal him. The king's mages, however, have detected the use of magic and send their scouts to apprehend the culprit. Saelyna and Cyran prepare to flee, but are kidnapped, along with other elves. They are taken to a land called Eldad, and their captors turned out to be the werewolves, who wants them to work on their lands and grow more kingpeas to aid their second attempt at a rebellion. Saelyna is placed under the claws of Caivan, who turns out to be the mysterious stranger who saved Cyran's life. And Cyran is forced to work for Gylen, the werewolf who had attacked him. Saelyna finds out that he's not the helping kind though. Caivan is the pack's beta, and next in line to be the alpha, which requires him to be brutal, sharp at will and self-centered. Over time, though, Saelyna and Caivan grow closer, bonding over their affinity for magic, their plans to escape the world and their love for books.