Carrie Fisher

On a trip to Chicily, my wife, Rosa Stone, and her first love, Jack Cud, insisted on feeding wild, starving wolves. I simply reminded them, "You might attract more hungry wolves." They turned on me, calling me a heartless monster. In the end, I was right. A pack of wolves really did show up. They circled the car, watching us hungrily. Jack was bitten by one. To my surprise, Rosa kicked me out of the car, yelling, "Jack is hurt! He needs to be taken to the hospital! Distract the wolves, I'll come back for you!" I watched them drive away, leaving me behind, surrounded by hungry wolves closing in from all sides. My heart sank. But, Rosa forgot one thing—I was a great Wolvesmith.

My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital. But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead. In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst. Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby. My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again. That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.

In the third year of our marriage, my husband's first love got a divorce. He gave her the forty-five thousand dollars we had saved for a house because she was left with nothing and struggling to make ends meet. I urged him to ask for the money back, but he pointed at my face and angrily shouted, "You used to be so gentle and virtuous—what happened? Why are you so selfish, so shallow now?" "Is forty-five thousand dollars really worth you making a fuss over?" "Chloe is starting over with nothing, raising a child on her own. Don't you feel any sympathy for her?" Fine. He was noble, he was merciful. I did not argue further, because the one who needed money for cancer treatment was him, not me.

BLURB; Diva Crest is the Luna of her pack and has always been the weakest, powerless, unwanted wolf in her pack. But when the pack’s soothsayer announces her mate, her life takes a dangerous turn. She is fated to Alpha Derek Valen, the ruthless and merciless leader of the Blackfang Pack, known for killing without hesitation. Stuck in a bond she never wanted, Diva vows to escape, but fate has other plans. Derek is just as unwilling as she is. Cold and dominant, he never expected to be mated to someone so weak. But as much as he tries to resist, something about Diva pulls him in. There’s a connection between them that feels unnatural. When a rogue pack led by the vengeful Alpha Ronan launches an attack, Diva learns a horrifying truth—her mate's bond with Derek was never real. Ronan, once Derek’s trusted beta, manipulated fate itself, cursing them both in his twisted game for revenge. Bad still, Diva was never meant to be weak. Her true powers were sealed away, hidden beneath layers of deceit. As the truth unravels, Diva is faced with an impossible choice: embrace the power she was born with and fight for her freedom, or give in to a love that was never meant to exist. But when the bond between her and Derek starts to break, they must both decide,was it ever just fate, or something far more dangerous? Will Diva rewrite her fate, or will she lose herself to a love that was never meant to be?

The moment I was born, I took her life. They called me a murderer. Marcus used to burn me with cigarette butts, and Dad would say it was my fate. “You’re a curse. If you had any conscience, you’d have gone to join Mom a long time ago to repay what you owe.” When Marcus was diagnosed with kidney failure, that same cold, distant father knelt in front of me. “Please… save him…” I put my hand on Dad’s shoulder. “Dad, I’ll do the surgery. But can you promise me one thing?” Dad performed the surgery himself. It was a success. He saved the son he loved most and took the life of the daughter he hated. But after I died, Dad turned himself in to the police, and Marcus lost his mind.

When Rowan Blackwell buys a weather-worn cottage on the fog-drenched coast of Mystic, Connecticut, she only wants peace—a place to begin again after inheriting her parents’ and grandmother’s fortune. But the night she turns the key, something ancient awakens. The wind hums with forgotten spells. The sea whispers her name. And her loyal Australian Shepherd, Windy, begins to speak with the voice of Rowan’s grandmother’s soul. Drawn by moonlight and fate, Rowan discovers that her bloodline is bound to the Lunar Court—an immortal order of witches cursed by betrayal and ruled by secrets older than the tide. Among them stands Lucien, a mysterious prince whose power and loneliness mirror her own. His arrival ignites a connection that feels both forbidden and inevitable. As the veil between worlds thins, shadows rise, and love becomes the most dangerous magic of all. To survive, Rowan must face the curse her ancestors left behind and embrace the darkness blooming inside her heart. Salt and Starlight is a spellbinding tale of witches, moonlight, and destiny—where every heartbeat is a spell, every secret a test, and every kiss could change the world.

She's always been alone. Without a name. With out light. Without any idea that this is not what life should be. Until the day she hears her in her mind. A strong, sweet voice that tells her this is not what life is. This is not living, just drowning slowly in darkness, but she can help. What happens when a girl with no name and no memories of a life before the dark, escapes and discovers there is so much more then she thought in this world? What will she do when the life she built, after emerging from the darkness, comes crashing down around her? Can she stand and fight for the light she’s now apart of, or will she find her self Drowning in Her Darkness forever.

On her 21st birthday, Mara dies—then her heart begins beating again. Born from a forbidden union between a vampire king and a powerful witch, Mara was smuggled into the human world before the Court could slaughter her. Raised in foster care, she never knew her lineage… or the enemies waiting in the shadows. Captured at sixteen after her magic exploded into existence, she became servant to the vampires she secretly despises. And when her abilities prove too dangerous to ignore, she’s claimed as personal property by Valen, the ruthless Vampire King with blood-red eyes and a smile sharpened on secrets. He’s cruel. He’s commanding. And he has no idea she’s the lost heir destined to destroy his world. But when her immortality awakens in his arms and her magic binds itself to his, one truth becomes impossible to deny: He’s the monster who should fear her. And she’s the girl who can’t stop wanting him. Enemies. Fate. Desire that could drown them both. Some promises are written in blood.

Mr James Thompson followed me. Look at me. I shouldn't like it, but I do. I was desperate to get the job done and tried to ignore his sultry gaze. I've never had an opportunity like this before - working for someone so talented and powerful. James is unlike any boss I've ever had. He can't. Domineering, ruthless. But he also has a protective side. He only showed me a part of him. But working together late at night pushes every boundary. I tried to keep things professional, but James made it very clear. He wants me. Not his secretary, but a very different position.

The day Eve Jones came back to town, Zac Gibson did not come home all night. The next day, I saw a post on her social media, showing a photo of two hands tightly intertwined, along with Zac’s peaceful, childlike sleeping face. When he finally came home, he threw divorce papers at me and said, "You’ve been standing in Eve’s place this whole time. Now that she’s back, it’s time for you to move on." It did not matter anymore. I was not going to live much longer anyway. Whoever wanted the title of "Mrs. Gibson" could have it. Later, I died. But Zac cried at my grave, kneeling, promising he would never hold anyone else’s hand again.