Boiling Rock Prison

Lena Carrington and Alaric Winfield have been rivals since childhood, always competing with each other—from school to adulthood. When Lena’s family faces a financial crisis and her fiancé of three years heartlessly dumps her, all her old friends turn a blind eye, leaving her to fend for herself. One day, she runs into her ex-boyfriend, who’s with his new girlfriend, eager to watch her hit rock bottom. Frustrated and unwilling to give in, she then bumps into Alaric, her lifelong adversary. "Beg me, and maybe I’ll help you," he says, arms crossed, watching her with amusement. "I’d rather die than beg you. Keep dreaming." But later, she turns back. “Fine, help me! Name your terms.” He gives a slight smile, “Deal.” One night, she accidentally kisses him, and soon, she starts to notice that something about Alaric is changing...

"I like her," I said as I sat across from my mother unable to keep the frustration from boiling over. "Like who?" "Callie," I admitted, my chest tightening as I said her name. Her expression froze for a moment before she set the papers aside and leaned forward. "You’re joking, right? Callie is your brother’s girlfriend." "I don’t care," I snapped. "I can’t stand seeing him with her. She should be mine, and I’m not going to just sit back and watch them together." "Well, well. This is interesting." She sat back, steepling her fingers. "You really want her all to yourself?" "More than anything," I confessed. A slow smile crept across her face, and it sent a chill down my spine. "Don’t worry. I have a plan.” Whatever she had in mind, I knew it wouldn’t be simple. But if it meant having Callie… I was willing to do whatever it took. **************** Callie was given a choice by her new boss: either lose her job or act as his escort for his family’s Christmas and New Year celebrations, pretending to be his girlfriend. Left with no other option, she reluctantly agrees to be his escort but what she doesn’t realize is that she’s walking straight into a trap. Dive into a story of love, betrayal, romance, suspense, and a Christmas miracle. Second Chances Under the Tree is a gripping and intriguing read that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.

After 8 years, Shane met his highschool crush; Nicole Colgate but this time, they met as a detective and a murderer. Nicole allegedly murdered her husband. Shane has just 48 hours to unravel the truth. He put away all sentiments and dug into the case. All evidence pointed at Nicole as the culprit. The most convincing evidence was that Nicole, who was a renowned writer, brutally murdered her husband in a replica of the murder in her latest book. After Nicole's imprisonment, Shane's gut feeling persisted. He visited Nicole in prison and took the call to re- investigate. He was caught up in the embers of his undying passion for Nicole as he unveiled the truth

I was framed. Sent to prison for a crime I didn’t commit, abandoned by the family I trusted. But I was given a second chance .. in the most twisted way. A Substitute Marriage. A pawn in a family’s scheme. And then I met him. Tyce Graham. The man I was told was crippled, dying… but he's nothing like the rumors. Now, I’m trapped in a marriage with a man I don’t know, a man who’s hiding secrets. As I search for revenge, I find myself drawn to him. The man I should hate. Can I still destroy everything they’ve done… while my heart betrays me?

“I’ll keep you safe, Anya. Even if I have to lock you away.” * * Her brother kept her away from the Bratva’s bloody world. But the night he was killed, Anya Vasiliev was thrown into it. Straight into the arms of his best friend, Roman Sokolov. Now the new Pakhan, Roman swears she’s safest with him. But his protection feels like a prison… and his obsession, like chains tightening around her throat. He says he’ll burn Moscow to the ground for her. But will she ever escape the man who swore she’ll belong to him? No matter the cost?

He whispered her name nine hundred and ninety-nine times in his sleep. Never mine. For five years, I gave everything to Vincent Bonanno—the heir to one of the most powerful mafia dynasties in Europe. I turned his house into a home, remembered every careless detail he let slip, even abandoned my dream of becoming an artist—believing that one day, he would finally choose me. But whenever Alessia appeared, his loyalty bent toward her. The night boiling fondue scarred my arms, he rushed to shield her from a scratch that barely reddened her skin. In public, his gaze never stayed with me—it drifted to her. I was the wife on paper, but never in truth. So I walked away. With nothing but a suitcase, divorce papers he signed without noticing, and a secret I never planned to share—three months pregnant. He discovered too late. The divorce was real. The clinic file was real. And by the time he realized, I had vanished. Now the man who once ruled cities with cold power is tearing the world apart to find us. He has soldiers, money, and a thousand apologies he never gave when I was still his wife. But I’m no longer the woman who begged for affection. I’m a mother. An artist. A survivor. The question isn’t whether Vincent can reach me. It’s whether, when he does, I’ll ever let him back into the life he destroyed.

In my past life, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Kimberly Thatcher, claimed to be Lady Luck. She insisted on handing out sachets to keep our team safe for a hike. I, Priscilla Jensen, caught the scent and realized the sachets were stuffed with herbs that would attract wolves. So, I stepped in to stop her, saving everyone from an attack. But Kimberly thought I was looking down on her sachets, and that I was targeting her on purpose. Though she was the leader, she stormed off from the group in anger. We searched the forest under the raging storm. In the end, someone broke a leg, someone else was strangled by poisonous vines, and my shoulder was torn open. By dawn, we found Kimberly's corpse at the bottom of a valley. … On the seventh day after her death, her memorial service became an ambush. While everyone mourned for her, their eyes were fixed on me. My boyfriend, Fabian Lowell, was the first to lash out. He ripped off his bandage, revealing his wound. "If you hadn't stopped Kimberly from giving us those sachets, none of this would have happened! How dare you show up to her memorial service?" he yelled. Everyone turned to glare daggers at me. Suddenly, someone shouted, "It's all your fault! You're the reason we ended up like this! Go to hell!" In the next second, they hurled a pot of boiling stew at me. Then they set the private room ablaze and burned me alive. … When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day of the hike.

Le jour du verdict, mon fiancé Alfred Fresnel m'a suppliée de renoncer à plaider non coupable et d'accepter l'aveu de culpabilité. « Je sais que tu es innocente, mais elle porte mon enfant. Je peux pas la laisser croupir en prison », il a serré mes mains en sanglotant, « Ségolène, c'est aussi pour ton bien. » J'ai signé alors l'aveu sans hésiter. Dans ma vie antérieure, j'avais obstinément refusé d'endosser le crime à la place de Romaine Jégou. Résultat : non seulement j'avais écopé de prison, mais Alfred, fou de rage, m'y avait fait torturer jusqu'à la stérilité permanente. Cette fois-ci, j'ai choisi de lui donner satisfaction. Le lendemain, les médias ont déversé des nouvelles sur mon « vol de secrets commerciaux ». La vraie coupable, Romaine, a joué même le témoin oculaire : « C'est bien elle ! Je l'ai vue s'introduire en catimini dans le groupe Thiers ! » Mais l'après-midi même, à l'audience, le plaignant Isaac Thiers a retiré plainte. Sous les regards médusés de l'assistance, il a sorti même une bague de fiançailles et a mis un genou à terre : « Ségolène, cette fois-ci, veux-tu m'épouser ? »

Helion Mary, after the break up of her parents due to her mother's mysterious life style was left to protect her younger sister at the Marshalls, Yuvonne at a young age but became so engaged at finding out who Karl Sullivan from the Marshalls and KS Military is and the mystery behind his existence, it turned out, The Marshalls Military was not a Claudian Government owned Military, but a secret agreement, between the monarch who hides behind the title, President and the evil Karl Sullivan who was ready to shed innocent bloods just to get to the Prison of Stones. Read this interesting book and see how Karl made the greatest mistake that ruined him by taking a wrong turn. Enjoy!

On the night her mate should have accepted her, Aria is rejected and beaten in front of the Eden Pack. She takes flight on a full moon, shifts for the first time in fear and rage, and runs. She falls into another pack’s territory and is thrown into prison as a rogue. Kallos, Jordan’s Alpha, begins to dream of a hand pointing at the captive, telling him she is his Luna. The dreams will not stop. A masked return, a hidden cure, a betrayal that cuts deep, can a broken girl reclaim a throne she never wanted, or will the packs tear Luneria apart? Aria must learn who she is, who to trust, and how to turn her pain into power.