Define Sixth Sense Novels & Stories

They rejected the bond. They walked away burning. But fate has a wicked sense of humor. Years after their explosive fallout, Anastasia Purrey and Levi Crosswalk find themselves entangled once again—this time by something far more binding than a mate mark. The past won’t stay buried, and the tension between them refuses to die. When pain, desire, and duty collide, can two enemies survive what destiny has planned… or will they destroy each other all over again?

Damon Black is the devil on earth in the truest sense of the word. He leads his own mafia and is capable of killing anyone who stands in his way. A wealthy man, incredibly sexy, for whom any girl would sell her soul to have, yet he is in love with only one person, Elenor. "-You're a monster! Do you hear me!? You will pay for everything!” "-Blah, Blah. Well, maybe I'm a monster , but baby, you're a monster's girlfriend"

She is his most faithful secretary. He is her billionaire playboy boss. Just a night mutual mix-up and later, everything begins to go wrong with their mutual co-existence they have maintained thus far. She has been insisting on marriage since he took away her virginity but can one night of intimacy and the sense of familiarity and comfortability that comes with years of working together be enough to build a good marriage? And how long can such a marriage last when one party is willing to make the best of the situation but the other is indifferent?

What is the taste of betrayal? It’s bitter, like the fading fragrance of wilted roses. Camille, a talented yet proud perfumer, suddenly loses her sense of smell after a fateful accident. On the verge of despair and the collapse of her family’s fragrance brand, she is forced to collaborate with Antoine Moreau, a digital scent developer. Amidst the splendor of Paris, in a clash between tradition and technology, new scents begin to emerge – not only from the perfume bottles but also from Camille's heart, which she thought had long been closed.

Vivienne has always believed she was Ashford’s daughter, never questioning the life she was given—until she is married to Damon Marshal Williams. To her, it’s just another cruel joke that life has thrown at her. To him, it is strategy. Damon knows exactly who she is, and more importantly, what she is worth. What begins as a calculated move soon becomes something neither of them planned. But when Vivienne uncovers the truth behind their marriage, love is no longer enough to make her stay. Faced with a choice between the life she wants and the man she never meant to love; she makes a decision she cannot take back. Years later a kidnapping, forces her back into Damon’s world—one she thought she had escaped. With time, distance, and secrets between them, the lines between past and present begin to blur. And as danger closes in, so does the truth—about the child, about their choices, and about everything they left unfinished. Bound by lies and broken by truth, this is a story of love, power, and harsh decisions that define us.

To my parents, I was their obedient and kind daughter. To my students, I was their gentle and understanding piano teacher. To my audience, I was the star performer at the cabaret. Of all these different identities, my favorite was by far the last. I enjoyed the hungry gazes that fell on me, searing my skin like flames. I enjoyed the juxtaposition between my different identities, never tired of playing different roles. In a sense, I was born to act, and I was passionately devoted to each of my identities. So, won't you come watch me dance?

Harley has always been one who had been by herself. With no sense of interacting with others she finds comfort in her personal space. When she's left with no choice but to get a roommate to share her apartment. What happens when a silly misunderstanding on the rent-an-appart app gets her mistaken for a boy and her supposed roommate, Grey Wilson for a girl. Not only is she infuriated by this mistake, she learns that Grey Wilson is more than he lets out on, the son of famous billionaire.

After Scarlett’s father is framed and thrown in jail, making her family go bankrupt, Scarlett takes it upon herself to clear his name but things take a nasty turn when one night, she is drugged and she finds herself the next morning in the bed of a cold stranger, Damian. Trying to make sense of everything, she discovers a shocking truth, Damian is not just any rich cold stranger, he is the Uncle to her of an ex boyfriend who left her at her lowest point.

We were stuck on the highway in the middle of the Christmas travel rush. My husband’s childhood friend had not only taken the passenger seat from me, but she had also propped her bare feet up on the center console. “Don’t take it to heart, Yvonne. I’m just a casual person and like to be my true self, unlike you and your fake propriety,” Michelle Gail said. As she spoke, she snatched my phone right out of my hand and read a holiday greeting from a male colleague aloud. “Oh, you have quite a few backup options, don’t you? I bet you cheated on Charles a long time ago.” My husband, Charles Carter, however, only defended her. He said, “She’s just being casual. Don’t be so petty as to hold it against her.” I smiled. They did not know that I had accidentally been bound with a system before. As the system had bound the wrong person, it promised to fulfill one wish for me unconditionally as compensation. Without a moment of hesitation, I swapped the system for the “Forget Common Sense System” and bound it to Michelle. Since she was so “casual,” why would she need a sense of shame? Why would she even need to wear clothes? Since the highway was so congested, she might as well go for a wild run on the road!

As I gazed into his eyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity, as if I had known him for years. "There's something about you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Something that draws me to you." He smiled, revealing a set of perfect teeth. "I feel it too," he said, his voice low and melodic. "It's like we were meant to meet." I couldn't deny the electricity that coursed through me as he spoke, and I found myself leaning closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth. "Who are you?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. He chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "I'm just a guy," he said. "But I've been told that I have a certain charm." I couldn't help but laugh at his modesty, knowing full well that he was more than just a guy. He had an aura about him, a sense of confidence and self-assurance that was both intimidating and alluring. As we continued to talk, I found myself opening up to him, sharing things that I had never told anyone before. It was like he was a confidant, someone that I could trust with my deepest secrets. And as we parted ways, I knew that I had met someone special. He was more than just a guy, he was a kindred spirit, a soulmate that I had been searching for all my life.