Fourth Estate

Ava St. James has walked down the aisle four times—and buried every “forever” along the way. At seventy, she’s traded vows for vintage champagne and decided love looks best from a distance. Then along comes Marcus du Prée—handsome, grounded, and far too young to be interested. A gardener, he says. Except the roses he tends belong to his estate, and the dirt under his nails hides a fortune he’d rather forget. When Ava’s flamboyant New Orleans clan crashes into Marcus’s refined Pasadena world, sparks fly, secrets bloom, and one improbable romance dares to take root. For the Fifth Vow is a sparkling romantic comedy about late love, Southern pride, and the kind of courage it takes to say “I do” when everyone else says you shouldn’t. Witty, wise, and full of heart, it reminds us that some vows aren’t meant to end—they’re just waiting for the right season to begin.

Elara, a human, had been invisible most of her life—ignored by her father, who lived only to serve the pack; abandoned by her mother, who left; and dismissed by wolves who couldn’t care less. But the night she witnessed the future Alpha murder his best friend—the heir of a rival pack—Elara wished for nothing more than to vanish again. Instead, every eye turned to her—as Kaelen Duskbane’s supposed new lover, the heir to the Duskbane pack. Dragged into a dangerous game where deception is a weapon and loyalty can kill, she had become a target in plain sight. Behind Kaelen’s shadow lurked something darker than anyone dared to whisper, and Elara was standing far too close. Caught between ruthless heirs, bitter rivalries, and secrets carved in blood, Elara must decide: keep her head down and survive… or risk everything by stepping into Kaelen’s world. Because in the opulent halls of the Duskbane estate, humans don’t feast with wolves— they are devoured by them.

Sierra Ascott is heir to the infamous Ascott mafia Family, the only surviving child of Henri Ascott. Ever since her mother and older brother died due to an accident, she’s been homeschooled and protected from the outside world. Her only friend is her pet dog, Winnie, and her cousin, Rosie. Colton William Rhodes is a rebellious young man who has just taken over his dad’s mafia estate after his abrupt death. Colton is convinced that his father’s death is no accident. After a private investigation, he learns that the Ascott family is to blame. In order to exact revenge, Colton decides to kill Sierra’s father on her 18th birthday party. But as fate would have it, the pair meets and sparks are flying. Colton finds himself enamored with this girl and he's had a change of plans. "I'll marry her," he says. "That will be my revenge," *Warning: Contains Mature Content. Enter At Your Own Risk*

When 19-year-old art student Elena Chen moves into billionaire CEO Silas Kingston's estate with her social-climbing mother, she accidentally discovers the truth behind his fortune — a brutal criminal empire built on blood and secrets. The discovery should get her killed. Instead, it makes her the most dangerous kind of target: desired. Caught between Silas and his volatile son Julian, Elena becomes the center of a twisted power struggle where her body is the battleground and her silence is the price. With her mother's freedom hanging in the balance and evidence that could destroy them all, Elena is forced into an arrangement that shatters every moral boundary she's ever known. But in the darkness between their sheets and their sins, Elena awakens to a terrifying truth: she craves the very dominance that's destroying her. As the criminal world closes in and loyalties fracture, she must choose between the good girl she's always been and the dangerous woman she's becoming. A dark mafia-erotica romance where power is currency, pleasure is control, and the only rule is survival.

While visiting a property development with my fiancé to buy our first home, I ran into a two-faced real estate agent.   She showered my fiancé with compliments, praising him for being young and successful enough to afford a Rolls-Royce.   Then, she suggested I was a fake socialite with a knockoff designer bag, implying that I was just using my charms to snag a free house.   When she found out the property was meant to be a marital home, her voice grew loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.   “I just think the sugar daddy who bought you those two properties last time treated you pretty well!” “Oh, wait. Miss Gwen, don’t you have several sugar daddies? Do they all know about each other?”   I chuckled. What she didn’t know was that my “sugar daddies” were my godfathers and I really was a socialite.   The kicker, though, was that my so-called wealthy fiancé wasn’t rich at all. In fact, he was just a scholarship student I had been financially supporting!

“I bought you to be my whore.”Hendrix Parker lost it all four years ago. Angry at the world, he's become an asshole—a bitter shell of the man his family once loved. A recluse, he’s now forced to leave his sanctuary in the Florida Keys and become an active member of the real estate development community he now dominates.Problem is he's all alone and needs a buffer. Someone to draw attention away from him...Beau Carter is young, beautiful, and with a bright future ahead of her. Her dreams of becoming the first woman in her family to graduate from college are just within grasp, when the financial aid runs out. Up to her eyeballs in debt, she works night and day to make ends meet, but even that can only last for so long.A contract. Six Months. The catch?I'll become the sugar baby to a very rich man. Someone I find myself wanting to punch in the face and throw myself at, on the same breath.Craving Sugar was created by Elena M. Reyes, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

“Next time I see you, I’m not letting you walk away.” The stranger said as Nova wiped his cum off her lips. Nova was a quiet, shy, and bookish girl… also very innocent. At least, that’s what everyone thought. Until one filthy game of truth or dare in an exclusive club stripped away her innocence and left her kneeling in the dark… mouth full of a stranger’s thick cock, swallowing every drop of his release without ever knowing his name. She fled after he finished. But he didn’t forget and neither did she. And the next day, when she followed her best friend to her father’s luxurious estate for his 45th birthday dinner, she locked eyes with the last man she expected to see— The man she gave head to the night before. Her best friend’s dad. Now he knows. Now he wants her. And Nova’s filthy little secret? She wants him too.

There were five things I was absolutely certain I wouldn't miss even if I became blind: -The first one was the fact that I was a slave and my life would never go back to the way it was. -The Second one was the Duke who bought me was a dragon hiding his identity for a reason I didn't know. Weren't dragons supposed to be powerful and all? Using his race might give him a huge advantage in politics. -The third one I was certain the Duke was hungry for me and I started to love him. Furthermore, he was cursed and the cursed ones didn't live for more than a year. Conquering him was a lost cause; a battle with less than 50% of success. However… Was it really necessary to label numbers on everything that was happening? -The Fourth one: Was it really necessary for Dotoria, the human land, to curse the other races existing within its borders? I wasn't confident about the statement. Nonetheless, everyone was looking for a wish granter gem. The nine kingdoms collided eying the gemstone like a prize for dominion. -The Fifth one had the magic of belief in it; Do you work on your dream or stay back hiding behind a smoke of mist fearing failure? I wanted to escape but I gradually lost interest in it. The world was a mystery in my eyes and I was taught to never engage in a battle with less than 50% of success. Do I even have a dream because the only thing I wished for was the reason I was a slave. People were driven by dreams and goals and I didn't have one yet.

"I…...Supreme Alpha Sheila Mahamanga of all the supernatural world…….hereby send you Eden Rastol back painfully to the abyss…... of eternal pain….., may you never reincarnate again!" Sheila, queen of the supernatural world and the present time is….the Supreme Alpha of all werewolves in existence. She has lived for thousands of years and stopped aging at the age of twenty-eight. She's Ruthless, a female Alpha that portrays danger, evil, and most especially death. She was cursed by the moon goddess to be mateless for the rest of her life, because of her cruel nature, misuse of power, and constant death punishment. Since then her evil has tripled as she becomes unstoppable. She controls the whole pack of the werewolf, she is the Supreme Alpha, other Alpha's crawl to the bare floor at the mention of her name as no one dares utter her judgment except you are ready to die!!! Fate becomes twisted when all of a sudden on the full moon, she finds herself being mated to an Omega. She was angered, as she roars in horror, daring the moon goddess Eden Rastol was a born Omega In Harlet Moon Pack. He was twenty-five years old. He lives with his parents who cherish him so much, regardless of his weak nature, but fate has always had a blow on him. He has been rejected two times by his various mate, but his last rejection left him shattered. He was thrown out of his pack and fate being funny, he found himself in Blackheart, where the Supreme Alpha lives in. Funny enough he was unfortunately mated to Supreme Alpha Sheila for the fourth time.

Late one night after getting off work, I was scrolling through my company group chat when a colleague shared a piece of news. The headline was horrifying. "Night-Shift Courier Murdered During Delivery, Police Suspect Robbery." I zoomed in on the crime scene photo that had been partially pixelated, and a chill ran straight down my spine. Lying in a pool of blood, the courier who had been hacked to death was unmistakably me. I had scrolled into news of my own death. Almost at the same time, my delivery app began vibrating violently. "Urgent pickup! Destination: Unit 704 Hawthorne Ridge Apartments, Building 7. Time limit: 15 minutes. Penalty for timeout: Death." As I stared at the notification that read "Pickup failed three times", the searing pain of my brutal death surged through my body. So that was it. I had already died three times. When I forced open the half-closed security door of 704 for the fourth time, a thin delivery envelope lay quietly inside. I tore it open. A photograph slipped out. It was a picture of my dismembered body. The timestamp showed tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. On the back was a single line written in fresh blood: "Next time, remember to pick it up on time." At that moment, the red indicator light on the hallway surveillance camera suddenly went dark. I looked up. From the ventilation opening in the exact same spot, a single eye was staring straight at me. The mole at the corner of that eye was identical to mine.