Ghost

You want a divorce?" Louis’s voice was cold, unreadable. "Yes," I typed on my iPad. "And this time, I won’t beg." For five years, I was nothing more than a ghost in my own marriage. A substitute bride, a deaf and mute wife who meant nothing to him. Louis never looked at me, never touched me. He paraded his mistresses in front of me, making sure I knew my place, nowhere. But I had secrets of my own. I wasn’t deaf. And I wasn’t weak. When I was kidnapped, I expected Louis to come for me. He didn’t. His indifference shattered me, but it also set me free. I made a deal with the devil, a dangerous man who helped me blackmail my own husband. If Louis wouldn’t let me go, I would destroy him. But things spiraled out of control. Now, I’m trapped. Not just between two dangerous men but between my heart and my freedom. Because despite everything… I think I still love him.

I used to believe fate was cruel. Taken as a child. Forgotten by the family who should have fought for me. And bound to an Alpha who only ever looked at someone else. For three years, I’ve lived as his wife in name only— a ghost in my own home, unwanted and unloved. When I told Matthias I was pregnant, I thought something might change. But his golden eyes burned with fury. He called me a liar. A mistake. A deceiver. Then she came back. The sister I thought I’d lost forever. The woman he grieved. The one he truly loved. The one his mating bond was connected to. Now, just as I’d walked away and reclaimed my freedom, Matthias decides he wants me back. But it’s too late. Because Alpha Cassiel Aldric—the coldest, most respected Alpha of them all, held me tight… and said, “Mate. You are mine.” Now I’m caught between two Alphas: One who threw me away. And one who would burn the world to claim me.

When I was born, my father left me to die beside my mother's corpse in the fields. Why? Because I looked like a ghost—white hair, white eyes—and the chaos that followed my birth terrified him. He didn’t even give me a name. Twenty years later, I’m still wolfless. Still the family punching bag. Still hated by the entire pack. And when the Alpha’s son, my mate and my step-sister framed me, I was sentenced to death by hanging. But death never came. Instead, I was claimed by another mate. The devil himself. Primus Alexander of the Theriakon Pack. The most feared, merciless creature to ever walk the earth. His goal? Find or mold a strong mate and produce an heir. My goal? Find peace, maybe even freedom. Easy enough. Or so I thought. But what happens when friends, loyal subjects and even family try every means to kill me? Because the deeper we fall, the more I uncover the terrifying truth—about his need for a child… and worse what he really is.

His fingers ghost along her thigh, feather-light, promising ruin. 'Beg for it, principessa,' he murmurs against her ear, 'or I'll make you come until you forget your own name. Again.'" ______ In the shadowed empires of Europe, Elara Voss is the untouchable princess of the German mafia—beautiful, pure, and groomed for absolute loyalty. But beneath her poised exterior burns a secret craving for chaos. Dante Russo, the ruthless king of Rome's underworld, sees her once and obsesses. With eyes like black fire and a reputation for taking what he craves, he orchestrates her kidnapping on the eve of her arranged marriage, forcing her into vows at gunpoint. Now captive in his Rome penthouse, Elara is bound by his rules and if she breaks any, punishments are slow and sinful—teasing touches that leave her trembling, belts that burn, vibrators that torment until defiance melts into desperate whimpers and slick need. She fights back fiercely but every clash deepens the addiction. What starts as vengeance twists into craving, for both predator and prey. In a game of empires and betrayal, one question lingers—who will corrupt whom completely?

Six years ago, Isla Winters was nobody, a shy, invisible wife unloved by the billionaire who married her out of obligation. Jaxon Romano destroyed her with his cruelty, threw her away while she carried his twins, and never looked back. Now, Dr. Isla Vale is everyone, a tech CEO and a genius. When she walks into Jaxon's failing company as his last hope for salvation, he doesn't recognize the broken girl he once called wife. But Isla recognizes him. And she's not here to save him. She's here to destroy him. What Jaxon doesn't know: the brilliant woman dismantling his empire is the ghost of his biggest mistake. What Isla doesn't know: revenge and love are two sides of the same burning coin. And some fires consume everything in their path, including the people who lit the match. In a battle of wills where the stakes are a billion-dollar empire, two hidden children, and a second chance neither of them deserves, only one question matters: Can you forgive the unforgivable? Or does some betrayal cut too deep to heal?

They took her inheritance, her dignity, and her fated mate. They should have taken her life while they had the chance. In the Silver Crest Pack, Elora is a ghost—a "disaster child" forced to serve the very family that eclipsed her light. For years, she endured the systematic theft of her life by her sister, Bella. From her mother’s heirloom ring to the dress she slaved to buy for the Scarlet Ball, Elora gave it all up because she was told she was "nothing." But the final blow is the deadliest: finding her fated Alpha mate in the arms of her sister on the eve of their ascension. Driven into the freezing wilderness, Elora doesn't die. Instead, she awakens a bloodline so ancient it was thought to be a myth. As the Primordial White Wolf, she possesses the power to "deprive"—to strip the land of its fertility and the unworthy of their strength. She isn't alone in the shadows. Waiting for her are three "Shadow Betas"—lethal, rejected outcasts who were once the pack’s foot soldiers. Bound to her by a bond stronger than fate, they are the blades she will use to dismantle the Silver Crest Pack piece by piece. Elora is no longer the forgotten princess. She is the Queen of the Outcasts, and she is coming back to reclaim everything that was stolen.

In a world slowly being erased, the quiet is the killer. Ethan Ashworth’s life ended the day the Silence touched him, leaving a smooth, numb patch on his skin and a ghost where his memories used to be. He is one of the Marked—doomed to be hollowed out, unless the hunters of Die Jägerfind him first. His only hope is the Library, a secret sanctuary for those the Silence hasn’t yet consumed. There, he meets Lorenzo Cavalli, a former soldier marked not by emptiness, but by a rage that refuses to be silenced. Their connection is immediate, volatile, and unwanted—a psychic bond forged in shared terror that screams against the quiet. It’s also the one thing the all-consuming Silence cannot stomach. Their bond isn't just a link; it’s a weapon. A wrong note in a world demanding perfect silence. On the run from relentless hunters and a creeping nothingness that eats sound, memory, and soul, Ethan and Lorenzo discover a terrible truth: the Silence isn't random. It's a hunger. And it’s gathering, preparing to swallow the world whole. Their only chance is to turn their unwanted connection into a blade, and walk into the heart of the consuming quiet. To kill a god of silence, you don’t fight with a shout. You fight with a scream that is also a love song.

Isla Bennett survives on poverty math and a meagre $14.22 bank balance until Gabriel Hunt, the ruthless, intelligent CEO known as The Debt Collector, acquires her $250,847.36 inheritance debt and forces her into a clinical, eighteen-month contract marriage. Told through an alternating first-person POV, this dark romance and financial thriller exposes the cold utility assessment behind a billionaire’s search for an asset chosen specifically for maximum compliance. In a world where finance is a weapon and boardrooms are battlefields, Isla is dragged into a thirty-year revenge plot against the Black Swan, a price-fixing syndicate that murdered her father in 1988. As Gabriel deploys mafia-style tactical teams and extraction protocols to protect his interests, Isla begins a weak-to-strong transformation. She evolves from a waitress who feels like breathing, walking furniture, into an interim CEO capable of executing the hostile absorption of forty-seven companies to dismantle her enemies. Behind the silk dresses and staged performances of a perfect couple lies a lethal game of medical hostage taking and manufactured stress tests designed to prove whether she is Option Zero, the only variable that will not break. From the glass towers of Manhattan to the remote Morrison Estate, the bought variable must choose between the $4.7 billion profit of a ghost and her own sovereignty.

"Making you my Luna is the one thing I’ll always be ashamed of!" On our third anniversary, my husband, Alpha Keegan, brought his mistress home. He served her the dinner I cooked and asked her to live with us. I was the Luna, but I was just a ghost in his life. Then came the twist that shattered my world: she’s pregnant with his child. When an "accident" threatens her life, his cruelty becomes absolute. He doesn't want me; he just wants my rare, "golden blood". He orders me to become her living blood bank to "ensure Sienna and the baby's health". His final plan? To replace me as Luna. He thought I was just a weak Omega he could discard. He forgot I was once his strongest warrior. "I, Lilian Harrington, reject you as my mate and my husband." I'm done. But he refuses to sign the divorce papers, determined to keep his possession. He thinks I'll have nowhere to go. He's about to find out what happens when the warrior he cast aside is offered a new life by his biggest rival.

"You were never her, Aria. You were just... there." Jason's words echo in my head as I stand in the back of the church, watching him mourn another woman on her sister's wedding day. Isabelle. The perfect dead girlfriend. The ghost I've been competing with for three years. I thought I could be enough. I thought love could grow where grief once lived. But when I find the evidence, when I see the hotel receipts, the text messages, the photos of Jason with Isabelle's sister Violet, I realize the truth. I was never the love story. I was the intermission. What I don't know yet is that nothing about my marriage was real. Not Jason's cruelty. Not Violet's affair. Not the stranger's rescue. They've all been playing a game, and I'm the prize they're willing to destroy each other for. When the truth comes out, when I discover why Isabelle really died and who's been pulling the strings, I'll have to decide: Do I let them destroy me, or do I burn their whole world down?