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"Mm… Slow down, honey... You'll wake Julie..." Chasing a thrill, my best friend, Natalie Turner, and her husband, Scott Turner, were actually making love right in front of me. Their hushed, breathy sounds filled the room, intimate and unmistakable. My face burned the entire time, heat rushing straight to my ears. I barely dared to breathe as I froze in place, waiting until Natalie finally drifted into unconscious sleep. And then, the very next second, Scott climbed onto me.

Due to my outstanding performance, Mdm. Hall granted me flexible working hours. After a full night of entertaining clients, I had barely fallen asleep when a colleague’s call jolted me awake. “It’s already 9:30 a.m.! How could you be late again?” I patiently explained that I had worked late signing contracts last night. So, I would not be coming into the office this morning. However, my colleague scoffed. “Don’t think that being the top salesperson gives you free rein to skip work! “The heiress, Ms. Hall, is visiting the office for the first time today! “If you upset her, you’d better watch out. She’ll have you fired!” I pushed through my headache and searched my memory. The heiress he mentioned was Cadence Hall. If I was not mistaken, she was the woman who had been desperate to marry into my family.

A year ago, I lost my best friend, and I lost my way. I was at the top of my game and in a split second, Leah was dead and the two men that I loved more than life itself had betrayed me. I was alone. I was broken. Then, the mob called. And, I answered. It was a bad idea to get involved with the mob, but the longer I worked with Alessio, the harder it was to stay away from him. He was the missing piece that I had been longing for. Too bad he was a murderer, and his family was trying to kill me.

"He told me to run. I didn’t listen. Now I can’t escape him… or the curse." On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, Elena Blackthorne should be celebrating the moment every werewolf dreams of — finding her fated mate. But when the bond snaps and she's cruelly rejected in front of her entire pack, her world shatters. Wounded, ashamed, and desperate to feel anything but pain, Elena flees into the forest... and collides with something older than myth. Silas Blackmoor is a rogue with silver eyes, a violent past, and a soul marked by the same bloodline curse Elena unknowingly carries. When her mate rejects her, the Moon Goddess grants her a second chance — and that chance is Silas, the one wolf every pack fears. Now bound to a stranger with a dangerous legacy, Elena is thrust into a world of secrets, ancient rivalries, and a prophecy soaked in blood. The deeper she falls for Silas, the more she begins to question everything she was raised to believe — about her pack, her past, and herself. But love may not be enough to save them. Because some fates were written to burn.

Alpha Zayle has been waiting for his fated mate for a long time. Many believe he’s waited too long; as his 30th birthday comes and go. On his way back from the Alpha Conference, Zayle stumbles onto his mate but nothing about his mate is what he thought they would be. Riley White is an Omega who doesn’t really have anything to live for anymore. His life hasn’t been easy and he scrapes by, hating the world as he does it. He never thought he would get a mate nor did he believe that anyone would want him. When Zayle gives him an ultimatum, come with me or stay stuck, Riley takes a chance on the fated mate bond. Despite still not believing in his new Alpha. However, as Zayle starts to learn more about his mate, he realizes that Riley is not what he seems. Something that even Riley doesn’t realize himself. It forces them to face a lot more than just the prejudice of a male Omega becoming Luna of the pack. When the Alpha King gets involved, Zayle and Riley have to play the game when Riley’s life is on the line.

Years after graduation, someone suddenly tags me in the class group chat. "Mr. Warren is gravely ill, Mira. Aren't you going to do anything? You really are heartless!" I only realize what's going on when I click on the fundraising link in the chat. Our high school homeroom teacher, Joseph Warren, has late-stage cancer. Thus, Lyra Fairfield, the class belle, is leading a fundraiser and patient-donor matching process. "I'll donate ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Waverly General Hospital, and I've already asked him to arrange a VIP ward for Mr. Warren." Right after I send that message, the group pounces on me. "Mira, you contracted an STD back then and tried to pin it on Lyra. She didn't even hold it against you, and now you're trying to steal her thunder? You're unbelievable!" "I can't believe you're still lying through your teeth during such a serious situation. You never change, do you?" Lyra immediately defuses the tension. "Mira, I don't blame you for what happened in the past, but you really shouldn't impersonate the director's wife. I've already arranged the ward and surgery, and I'm donating another 100 thousand dollars to Mr. Warren!" I'm this close to laughing out of sheer anger. She's the one who scratched her name off the diagnosis report and framed me for having an STD all those years ago. I never even confronted her about it, and now she's playing the victim? Lyra soon posts a photo in the group chat, showing off her husband's car. Yet, when I see the man in the passenger seat, I guffaw. Isn't that my husband's driver? When did he start running a hospital?

The company holds a management meeting. My wife's secretary, Lisa Carter, is checking IDs at the conference room entrance. She greets everyone who enters with a warm smile. But when it is my turn, she lets out a scornful laugh. I frown and pull out my Cybersecurity Department Manager's ID, but she doesn't even glance at it. "Mr. Torres, Ms. Shaw took pity on you and made you a manager. Do you really think you're somebody important?" I ignore her and dial the CEO's direct line instead. "Someone's saying my position is just charity from you. Is it true?"

They found her almost dead, thrown to the alligators in the deep bayou, by her own father. Chloe awakens to find herself a pawn in the vampires' cruel game of hearts, their favorite diversion from immortal tedium. When forced to select a companion, she chooses Hunter, another soul plucked from death's threshold. His initial curiosity blossoms into something far more perilous. "Love worth dying for," murmurs Callum, their master. Six couples. Six challenges. Six days. Victory demands genuine affection. The game unravels when wolf-shifters interrupt the proceedings. Their alpha, Liam, a black wolf, declares Chloe is his destined partner. Callum cautions him against violating ancient covenants, and Liam retreats temporarily. During the penultimate challenge, coinciding with her birthday, Chloe's dormant abilities surface. Liam returns, claiming her and abandoning Hunter to Callum's wrath. The vampire lord transforms Hunter and dispatches him to retrieve Chloe. Now married to Liam, Chloe longs for peace, but the game never truly ended. It has spilled into the enchanted bayou where it all began, where love, betrayal, and ancient secrets entwine. Who is Chloe really? And what price will she pay when she uncovers the truth about her bloodline?

What I thought was fictional turned out to be real, and I eventually fell under the spell of the two beasts that shifted under the moon. Meet Jasper, the young man who lives next door and whom I trust the most. Then I met Damon, one of my class's most mesmerizing and strange students. They aren't just good-looking teens because they have a secret that only I know. And knowing their secret is what will put me in danger. The closer I get to them, the more dangerous it is for me. The moon will show what kind of creature they are. And what are they? It's a secret!

On our fourth wedding anniversary, I waited at home in vain. Ethan set off fireworks across the entire city for his first love. I was burned by the sparks and ended up in the hospital. Seeing my blackened wounds, he shielded his first love from the doorway and said coldly, "Don't look. It's disgusting." After returning home, I found lace lingerie in the washing machine on the balcony. I calmly took it out, folded it, and placed it on the living room table. Closing the lid, I booked a flight to London.