Ghost Of Reach

Cold. Ruthless. Decadently dangerous. These were the only words to describe Alpha Rose. Everything she touched bent to her will, and although strikingly beautiful as a red rose, she had a wall of vicious thorns.But, what happens to this "Big Bad She-Alpha" when she stumbles upon her mate- a mysterious omega from a poor rogue pack? And, what happens when an old friend with whom she shares an unspoken past, comes back into the picture?Is Alpha Rose prepared to face the most difficult battle of her lifetime- the battle of love, desire... and secrets?

After seven years of bloodbath, the most decorated soldier returns to the capital.“Whatever was taken from me, I will take back a thousand fold!”

Jefferson is a young detective. The case he is handling this time is about the two handsome and ruthless mafia brothers. He decides to become a their bodyguard to spy on them. But who would have thought his goal changed from wanting to put them in jail to wanting to get into his bed?

Isabella Moretti is known to be the best among the rest. A deadly rose amongst a field of daisies. A strong ripple in calm waters. A killer seeking revenge, finds two allies more than willing to lend her a hand. Will she trust them both? Or will she trust neither?

“Your wife, Ivara, is finally back in your life, Mr. Elzaek, so why are you still running after me?” Eizlina shouted at that man, whom she had loved more than her own self. His infuriated gaze glowered at her shimmering eyes. “Wait a minute….” She bitterly chuckled, while stepping closer to him. “Is it because you want to keep me in your life as your mistress now?” his fists curled at her words. “So that you can force me to continue to open my legs for you, isn't it, Theron Elzaek?” She screamed at him. His jaw clenched, hearing her. “Fine, I will continue to open my legs for you, but now the only difference would be….” She got so close to him that their bodies grazed. “I will open them not just only for you but any man, who would……” he shut her up by aggressively grabbing a fist of her hair. Eizlina hissed in pain. Her body slammed against his. “The only man, who is allowed to touch, embrace and love you…..” he pushed his face closer to hers. “Is me, Eizlina Theron Elzaek….” husking those words, he smashed his mouth against hers. “Only me…Eizlin,” that name from his mouth shattered her heart. **************** Eizlina found her love in Theron, a widower, who forcefully married her just to satiate his vicious vengeance against her closed ones, but her love became a sin when his love and his deceased wife, Ivara, came back in their lives and claimed back everything, which had always been rightfully hers, including Theron and his love. So what would Eizlina do when she found out, the man, whom she had loved unconditionally and whose child was breathing inside her, had never considered her more than just the VEIL OF HIS FIRST LOVE? *DARK-ROMANCE*

They say fire is cleansing, a transformative type of destruction. After a forest fire, nature heals and grows stronger. It's forever changed but not destroyed. Fire is painful but beautiful, something that is warm but left unattended can be devastating. In the flames I was broken, destroyed, but in the ashes I was restored. Left floating in the grey, the smoke that led me through a divine transformation. Now I'm left adrift, the dark my only guide in the smoke, the blue of the sky, of his eyes, the only guide in the light. Forever torn and pulled between the two, unsure who I can trust and terrified to make the wrong choice. Not just my life hangs in the balance, but the lives and well being of all of humanity. It just might be too much for these wings to bare.

A girl was sitting on her bed. Her forehead covered with sweat was indicating the amount of fear which was making her stomach churn and heart beat go wild. She knew for sure that maybe these days she was luckily survived….but today is the last day she is breathing….she is alive. Maybe that was the last time she had seen the love of her life…the reason for her life. Before she could think anything, the door burst open revealing her nightmare. "Welcome again,Sweetheart. " Ankita Sharma was living her life peacefully with her parents and sister….. But one night….one single night changed everything…..every single thing.

It’s her. It’s my mate. I looked at the girl from afar using my enhanced vision. I can’t be seen closer to the guesthouse and I know I’m breaking the rules but fuck! I can’t stand the sweet scent lingering all over my pack since they arrive. Since she arrive. She is tall, and even from those shabby clothes, I can tell she’s fit and curvy. Her long golden-brown hair has natural curls at the edge. I love how the shape of her eyes matches her high cheekbone and- Oh, fuck. Not again. I can feel my cock reacting from just looking at her. And even from this distance, her scent is intoxicating that I can’t help but be enticed by it. Fuck. If only I’m not an Alpha, I won’t have this much control! I might have run down this hill to reach her, claim her, mark her, kiss her--ohh, fuck!

Welcome back to Clifton Heights. Sheriff Chris Baker and Father Ward meet for a Saturday morning breakfast at The Skylark Diner to once again commiserate over the weird and terrifying secrets surrounding their town. Sheriff Baker shares with Father Ward the story of a journal discovered in the ruins of what was once an elaborate koi pond and flower garden, which regales a tale of regret, buried pain, and unfulfilled debt: “Sophan” – Jake Burns has always been a bit...off. Rude, awkward, sometimes brutish, he's tolerated by Nate Slocum and his friends because he hits a mean line drive, and because they all know but don't discuss the abuse he faces at the hands of his troubled father, a Vietnam veteran consumed by his demons. But Jake is suffering something far worse than domestic abuse, and when Nate discovers what, he faces an impossible choice: help Jake and put himself in the path of evil, or abandon him, only to damn himself in the process. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

"Please don't hurt me..." Her voice was cracked and pleading. She was moving against me, giving me all sorts of sinful sensations. "Please, Dominic! You don't want to do this..." "Now, why would you think I wouldn't want that? Am I not good enough for you? Oh, now I understand. You want Logan to do it" "What are you talking about?" "You know damn well who I'm talking about" "Don't do this Dominic, please..." "Don't do what? You're afraid your Logan will find out about this. Don't worry, I won't tell him!" "Stop it, please!" "You want me to stop Rebecca? Will you tell him to stop too, or will you let him go on?"