Does One For All Die Novels & Stories

We Are One Fantasy Romance Banished from the underworld and stripped of her place among her kind, Anika wanders the mortal realm alone—haunted, hunted, and broken. When Olivia, the mate of the reigning Alpha and a seer with a gift for prophecy, has a vision of a mysterious young woman cloaked in sorrow, fate begins to stir. One fateful night, their paths cross, and Olivia brings the wounded stranger into her home. Corbin, Olivia’s son and heir to the Alpha title, senses something ancient and undeniable the moment he meets Anika: she is his destined mate. But Anika carries dark secrets, scars from a past that threaten both her future and his pack. As their bond deepens, Corbin and Anika must navigate the politics of pack life, confront the dangers of Anika’s origin, and face a destiny that demands unity of body, heart, and soul. In a world where strength is tested and loyalty is earned, love may be the most powerful force of all. Together, they must rise. Together, they are one.

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE ELEMENTS, SUITABLE ONLY FOR READERS AGED 18 AND ABOVE. Read at your own discretion. The Ice Prince and the Gang King. Blaze Arden Vaughn is the golden heir of a powerful empire, an ace medical student, and the man everyone dreams of having. Handsome, intelligent, and seemingly perfect in every way, he leaves people breathless with a single smile. Yet behind that flawless façade lies a heart colder than winter itself. Ace Daxton Anderson is his complete opposite. A notorious bad boy. A fearless gang leader. A man who lives by his own rules and never backs down from a fight. Bruises, broken knuckles, and one-night stands are all part of his world. They ruled separate territories. Until one glance changed everything. On a crowded field, the Ice Prince's cold eyes locked onto the city's hottest troublemaker. "You want me that badly? Your eyes were practically screaming it." Blaze's calm challenge ignited something dangerous. "I can smell your desire even from here." Ace hated the way his heart reacted. Hated the way Blaze could see right through him. And when the untouchable Blaze Arden Vaughn offered him a single night— "So, Ace Anderson... want to try a Blaze Arden Vaughn for tonight?" —what was supposed to be one night of curiosity became the beginning of an obsession neither of them saw coming. One cold prince. One reckless king. One night that changes everything.

One night was supposed to be enough. Damien Vale never does repeats. The cold-hearted CEO takes what he wants and leaves before sunrise. But when he spends one explosive night with the sharp-tongued bartender who calls him on his bullshit, the rules shatter. Now Damien shows up at the bar every single night at the same time. No explanation. No promises. Just raw, filthy need that neither of them can quit. Kai swore he’d never fall for another rich man who treats him like a dirty secret. Yet every night he finds himself waiting, aching, letting Damien push him further than he’s ever gone. One night became every night. And soon, neither of them will be able to pretend it’s still just sex.

She has a lot to learn about the world of shadow walkers, including the perils they face. It isn't until nineteen year old Alison Colby, inherits an old family estate house that she discovers the secret that her parents kept from her. Not only is she a shadow walker, but she is of royal lineage and is expected to assume the throne soon. Fortunately, Nick Jackson is willing to teach her all she needs to know, since he just so happens to be a shadow walker himself..and he is in love with her. Unfortunately, so is his competitive cousin, Martin... and when it comes to a contest of women, Martin always wins. SHADOW LOVE BOOK ONE BEGINS A GRIPPING, SEXY, AND EXCITING STORY THAT CONTINUES IN SHADOW LOVE BOOK TWO!

My wife, Andrea Cohen, has been pretending to be blind for three years while clutching onto her cane. On the night the old building of the medical university crumbles due to an earthquake, a crumbling wall completely shatters my spine. I can only scream Andrea's name hysterically in an attempt to call for help. With her eyes closed, Andrea stands by the debris while responding in my direction in a cold voice, "I can't see, so I can't feel you at all. You should crawl out to safety by yourself." But the next moment, her first love, Eugene White, lets out a surprised yell. When he's about to get struck by the falling rocks from the tremors, Andrea's eyes suddenly snap open. She tosses her cane aside and accurately avoids the metal bars and spikes that are strewn all over the ground. Without hesitation, she lunges at Eugene just to protect him from the rocks. The back of my head ends up getting pierced by a fallen slab. After I wake up from a coma, I've gone completely blind. At the same time, my intelligence has deteriorated to one of a five-year-old. Three years later, Andrea, who has become the best surgeon in the industry, looks for me everywhere like a lunatic. Finally, she spots me huddling under a bridge, where I beg for food and money. She sinks down to her knees in the snow, her eyes bloodshot. "To think that you're brutal enough to take out your own eyesight just to avoid me! Is it even worth getting reduced to this state?" I tilt my head quietly as I stare at the void with my hollow gaze. Then, I slowly dig out a blackened coin from my cracked bowl before passing it in Andrea's direction. "Your eyes are working fine, lady. Why are you feeling around on the ground just like me? Are you here to beg for food as well? I've only earned one coin, but I'll give it to you."

Clara Mallon experiences a moment of intense frustration after getting stood up by her boyfriend. This frustration left her emotionally charged and seeking an escape; one that she regrets after finding out who the stranger is. How can she move on from this stranger when he’s more tied to her life than she can ever imagine??

While I was traveling overseas with my family, a sudden flood hit. My fiancé slung my sister Joan over his back because her legs were weak, and ran for safety. My parents didn't have time for me, but they still remembered to grab the parrot they had just bought for Joan. All of them flew home overnight and even posted in the family group chat about how lucky everyone was to survive. But… They forgot something. I was still trapped in the flood, alone and helpless. When I woke up, I called my mentor without hesitation. "Dr. Jackson, I've decided to go with you and join Doctors Without Borders. I'm never coming back."

On the day we got our marriage license, Sonia Gray told me that if we ever slept in separate rooms for more than a week, it meant we had silently agreed to divorce. Every time we got into a fight, she would grab her pillow and run to the other room. And every time, I was the one who had to back down, lower my head, and apologize. She used that threat to keep me wrapped around her pinky for three years. It was my 28th birthday. Once again, she missed our date because of the intern at her workplace. When she came home, she extended diamond cufflinks to me. I did not take it. Sonia frowned at me for a while before saying coldly, "You have a birthday every year. He doesn't get a second life. This isn't a game. I came back as fast as I could after taking Chris to the hospital. Stop throwing a tantrum. How controlling can you be? You're a monster." She went right into the guest room. This time, I did not go after her.

Before Mom's surgery, Mason—yeah, the Mason Leonhart from one of Brighton's big-name families—suddenly "had" to go on a business trip and couldn't be at the hospital. A few hours later, Judy Yeager blasted a video on social. There was Mason, Mr. Born-With-A-Silver-Spoon, recycling bottles with her. Caption: [If we work hard together, no hardship can scare us.] I couldn't resist. [Future Leonhart heir, worth ten billion, still helping his girl recycle bottles to trade in for cash—heartwarming.] It vanished in seconds. My phone lit up. Mason's voice? Ice cold. "Shiloh Harrington, what was that? Call Judy. Tell her you were joking." I laughed. "Keep playing your little poor-boy cosplay without me." Hung up. Three days till the divorce cooling-off ended. Then Mason could be the broke man he was pretending to be.

Seven years. No mark. No title. No truth. I gave Damon Voss everything and he gave me a lie so carefully built I almost died inside it. Then one letter changed everything. I am not his patient wife. I am not his Luna in waiting. I am the long-missing Lycan Princess, heir to a throne, and mother to a son I was told did not survive. He took everything from me. My identity. My child. My seven years. Now I have fifteen days, one dangerous alliance, and a crown with my name on it. Damon should have made sure I never found out. He did not.