Fading Echoes Novels & Stories

It is the third year of my marriage when the video of my bodyguard, Julian Sutherland, holding an umbrella over me in a downpour goes viral. Overnight, the internet becomes obsessed with the "Icy Protector and his Forbidden Heiress." Netizens are relentless; they dig through the archives until they unearth a ten-year-old clip. In the video, a girl was holding a pair of high-heeled shoes while sprinting through the Folander airport. My friend teased, "No way, Ms. Serina Brown. Are you really flying back home to confess to that poor man? What could you possibly see in him?" The camera shakes, capturing my youthful face. I was just a reckless 20-year-old. "I love Julian. I love everything about him." That night, after seeing the video, Julian loses his composure and bursts into my room. "I didn't know you loved me back then. I thought… I thought… God, it was never supposed to end like this." I pull my coat around me and stand rooted on the spot, remaining silent. Suddenly, a mocking laugh echoes from behind me. Someone places their hand firmly on my waist and says, "Are you trying to reminisce about your love with my wife right in front of me? Do I look dead to you?"

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."

Amara Wilson's life was a silent prison under her stepfather's abuse. Driven by greed and debt, he sells her into a transactional marriage with the formidable Italian Mafia boss, Emiliano Valenti. For Emiliano, cold and scarred by betrayal, Amara is a mere contractual solution—a means to an heir, with a strict expectation of obligation, not love. Amara accepts her fate, hiding the secret of her brutal past and the bruises beneath her elegant new facade. ​The silence breaks when Emiliano spots a fading handprint on her neck. This tiny mark ignites a furious, unexpected protectiveness, clashing with his ingrained cynicism. His suspicion leads him to task his right-hand man, Matteo, with an investigation into the Wilson family. Matteo uncovers a shocking web of manipulation, violence, and treachery surrounding Amara’s stolen inheritance and her father’s suspicious death. As Emiliano learns the full extent of her stepfather's cruelty, his indifference transforms into a burning need for justice and vengeance. ​Forced into shared quarters, the terrified Amara finds unexpected solace in Emiliano's demanding presence, even waking up safe in his arms. Emiliano, battling the ghosts of his past, struggles with the confusing pull he feels toward his quiet, resilient wife, determined to become the protector she desperately needs. As their opulent world clashes with Amara's dark secrets, their transactional arrangement begins to unravel. Can a marriage born of debt and fear ignite a slow, consuming love strong enough to withstand the violent path of retribution? This is a story of healing, hidden strength, and a powerful Mafia boss who finds the greatest treasure in the heart of the woman he bought.

When Samuel Larson came to pick me up from work at the county clerk's office, he suddenly slid a marriage license through the service window. "Actually, this one was fake the whole time. Getting back together with you was just a joke." Before I could process what he'd said, he waved a brand-new marriage license in front of me and grinned. "Yesterday, Jessie sat on my lap and kissed me. It felt so good I couldn't help myself. So I went and got a real marriage license with her." The second betrayal hit me as a bucket of cold water dumped over my head. I stared at him in disbelief. "Why?" I asked in a trembling voice. "Because you're gullible." He narrowed his eyes and savored the sight of me tearing up. He then smiled and handed me a tissue. "Back then, it took you three years to figure out Jessie and I were secretly seeing each other. "So we made a bet. We wanted to see how long it would take you this time." His gaze shifted to the fading hickey on my neck. He paused briefly before shrugging. "She bet it'd take you a year at most. That's why I've been leaving obvious clues all year. "But I got tired of acting, and you still didn't catch on. "Today's the last day of the bet. I wanted her to win and be happy. "I had no choice but to just tell you myself."

BLURB: “I love you, Micheal.” My voice echoes through the living room begging him to accept me with the unborn child, hoping my husband who has recently become cold toward me will consider my condition. He stood there with his face, cold and tinged with contempt, fixing his gaze to the screen. He said, “I never wanted a child with you. Raise it alone—or don’t.” My heart skipped a beat. Tears began to well down my cheeks. ***** A modest young lawyer Anne was thrown into emotional turmoil when his husband ex-fiancee returned, suffering negligence. Feeling betrayed and devastated, she decided never to look back again. Blind love make Micheal to put himself to the hand of his unhealthy rival which resulted him to lose almost everything. When Evie was caught with Greg, his rival company and his intimate friend, Michael harbour a dark secret about Michael parent's evil in the past with his family, revenge sprang up. Michael sought out Anne , a top ranking lawyer that time. But will Anne forgive him with his past and her relation to his new husband?

In her first life, he took everything from her. Now, in this life, she demands her revenge. Evelyn King was the perfect pawn in high society, a demure, devoted fiancée to billionaire heir Julian Vance, blissfully unaware of the corruption lurking behind his charming smile. But everything changes after a deadly, rigged car crash and the agonizing discovery of Julian’s affair with her childhood best friend, Chloe. Evelyn sees the brutal truth: her marriage was a setup, her wealth a target, and her death orchestrated for profit. Instead of fading into oblivion, she wakes up ten years in the past, on the morning of the Vance Summer Gala, the night Julian plans to announce their engagement and trap her forever. Refusing to play the pawn, Evelyn makes a bold, deadly choice. She leaves behind the boy dressed in pretenses and walks straight to Arthur Vance Julian's estranged and ruthless father, a formidable financial titan ruling high society with an iron fist. Armed with secrets from her previous life, including a dark ledger revealing that Julian isn't even Arthur’s biological son, Evelyn proposes a scandalous marriage of convenience. By uniting her family's voting power with Arthur's, they aim to strip Julian of his inheritance before he even realizes the war has begun. The society is appalled. Julian’s fury spirals into madness, a psychotic rage convinced Evelyn is a greedy viper who stole his birthright. Yet, what Julian and the media fail to see is that Evelyn’s alliance with Arthur is more than a scheme for money; she’s stepping into a den of wolves. As they delve into a decades-old family conspiracy, the icy contract between them begins to ignite with a dangerous, possessive passion.

I was three months pregnant when the car crash happened. In those final moments of fading consciousness, I frantically dialed Damian’s private, encrypted line—the one meant only for emergencies. He never picked up. By the time I was rushed into surgery, I received a crushing blow: Damian had forcibly reassigned my lead private physician to the South District. He needed the best doctor to treat his childhood sweetheart, Evelyn, who had just been widowed. When I finally drifted awake through a haze of agony, my trembling fingers swiped open Instagram. I saw Evelyn’s latest post: “I knew that no matter the distance or the time, Damian would move heaven and earth to reach me. He even brought his Chief Physician just to help me heal from my grief.” In the accompanying photo, Damian—a man known for his cold, lethal eyes—was gazing at the woman beside him with a tenderness I hadn't seen in years. While I was clawing my way back from the brink of death, fighting to save our child, my husband was playing protector to another pregnant woman. A hollow, self-deprecating laugh escaped my lips. Without a second thought, I slid the wedding band off my ring finger. I opened my inbox and hit "Confirm" on the invitation from the world’s most elite International Finance Institute. If Evelyn is all he cares about, I’ll give them my blessing. In seven days, I will vanish from his world forever—and I’m taking my baby with me.

~~~ "How many punishments do you have pending, Lucienne?” Immediately the word punishment left his ears, I turned hot, my tongue went numb, my throat became dry, my hands trembled and very became sweaty. "Answer me!" He demanded and I flinched, my gaze now directed to the ground. "S-seventeen," I stammered, my tears and liquid from the different things hurdled at me mixing and landing on the soil. "So this makes it eighteen?” he asked and I forced myself to nod. He dished out some orders to the pack members before turning to me. "Then let's get this started. Your kneels must not leave the ground till we get to our destination. And no, it's not part of your eighteen punishments. Let's go!" ~~~~ Haunted by a past filled with pain and betrayal, Lucienne bears the scars of a life marred by tragedy. Tangled in the clutches of a possessive mate, who constantly makes sure happiness is far from her, she battles not only the physical wounds but the emotional turmoil from years ago. As she tries to escape this painful life, will Lucienne find the strength to embrace love and happiness, or will the echoes of her history shatter the remnants of the once-happy girl she used to be and make her a lone wolf for life?

“You’re mine now, stepbrother. No one else gets to touch you like this.” Lucas Reed’s low growl still echoes in my ears. The arrogant basketball star and my new stepbrother pinned me against our bedroom wall and ruined me in ways I can’t forget. His hands, his mouth, the way he claimed every inch of my body while our parents were away… it was filthy, addictive, and so damn wrong. Now our parents are back, expecting the perfect blended family. But Lucas is obsessed. Jealous. Possessive. He sneaks into my bed at night and reminds me exactly who I belong to. And just when I thought things couldn’t get more dangerous, my obsessive ex Julian transfers to our school. He knows my secrets. He wants me back. And he’ll do anything to tear us apart. Every stolen kiss is riskier. Every secret fuck is hotter. One moan too loud could destroy our family forever. He’s my stepbrother. My biggest sin. And I’m falling helplessly for his forbidden touch. How long can we hide our dirty little secret before it burns everything down?

She was supposed to be a tool for diplomacy—a human pawn dropped into a den of ancient, predatory monsters. The Sovereign Vampire King didn’t want a pawn. He claimed his Fated Queen. For four hundred years, Lucian has stood as the Sovereign lord of a vast, 150,000-acre sanctuary in the Scottish Highlands, guarding the hidden gateways to the ancient Elven and fairy realms. But centuries of brutal warfare and deep isolation have taken their toll. Fading, weary, and resigned to a slow, reclusive death, the legendary vampire king is ready to let his kingdom crumble into dust. ​Then comes Rebecca. ​A brilliant human scholar with a fierce wit and an unmatched knowledge of history, Rebecca arrives at the castle to catalog its ancient archives. Instead, she uncovers the spark that brings the dying king back to life. The catastrophic power of the mate bond snaps tight, Lucian is fully resurrected—and not a moment too soon. Rebecca thought her biggest challenge would be surviving the dark, brutal politics of King Lucian’s highland fortress. Instead, she finds a fierce, protective brotherhood and a love that defies the centuries. But peace is a luxury they cannot afford. Deep within the western woods, the arrogant Forest Elven Elders are hoarding a stolen primordial magic—and they are willing to burn the entire realm to ash to keep their secrets hidden. As Leirick mobilizes his full elven army, Lucian and Rebecca must unite vampires, wolves, and dark elves to fight a war for survival. The elders think they are marching to victory... but the Queen is setting a trap that will lead them straight to their graves. A high-stakes paranormal romance filled with fated mates, found family, fierce warlords, and a brilliant human queen who refuses to bow. #VampireKing #ElvesandVampires #FatedMates #Alpha #FatedFamily #StrongHeroine