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In the quiet of the forest, the darkest fears are born. The people of Dunballan, harbour a dark secret. A secret more terrible than the Beast that stalks the dense forests of Dunballan. A secret that holds David McCavendish, last in a long line of Lairds, in its unbreakable grip. It’s down to Sally, David’s lover, to free David from the sinister clutches of the Beast. But, with the whole town against her, she must ally herself with an ancient woodland force and trace Dunballan’s secret back to its bitter origins. Those origins lie within the McCavendish family history, and a blasphemous heresy that stretches back to the beginning of time. Some truths are too terrible to face, and the darkest of these lie waiting for Sally, in the Quiet Places. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

Samantha Sonnet, my wife who's also a hospital dean, decides to replace my name with Nicholas Spark, the intern's name on the surgical atlas that I've spent the last three years drafting without my permission. That atlas is then published. I burn the only original draft of the atlas in front of the entire department. Samantha blames me for being brash. "He's just leaving his name there so that he can ensure a smoother project closeout." After dusting the ashes away, I reply, "My academic achievements will always be mine. Since someone else's name is printed on my achievements, that means they are no longer pure." Later at midnight, Samantha hands me a glass of warm milk in an attempt to apologize to me. When I regain consciousness once again, I've already gotten strapped to a surgical table beneath a huge spotlight. I see a scalpel glinting coldly right above me. "You're a man of purity, right?" Samantha murmurs into my ear. "Three people's blood will be coursing through your veins soon enough. You'll be impure soon enough!" At the moment, Samantha is livestreaming an illegal organ removal surgery. As I stare at the camera hovering above my head, I say coldly, "If you've recorded enough evidence, then it's time to turn off the camera! Tell Captain Hardy that I've gotten my hands on the evidence he wants!"

Memories. That is what Amara Brooks lacks. She lost her memories in a tragic accident two years ago. A tragedy she had no idea why had occurred. A human couple discovered her and rushed her to the hospital. She has no recollection of anything other than her name and her wolf. Regardless, she continued to live. However, a mysterious man later appeared in front of her. She couldn't shake the familiarity of his blue eyes, blue eyes that screamed ‘mate'. But she didn't understand why, instead of being relieved that she could finally recognize him, she felt fear and pain. As she figured out the missing puzzle, she was confronted with the whole truth, a painful past, and tragedy—a tragedy in which her memories ended and her undying love for her mate, Alpha Greyson, began.

On the first day back after the New Year break, I returned to find my workstation gone—replaced by two large trash bins sitting side by side. "Josh, even though you've been with the company for ten years, you still have to comply with company arrangements. "You were supposed to be reassigned before the holiday. We held off so you could enjoy your New Year. You should be grateful." As he spoke, my boss pointed toward a corner beside the restroom. There sat a set of low, worn desk and chair—something that looked like it had been discarded by an elementary school. I set my bag on it. The desk wobbled twice, then collapsed outright. Amid the muffled snickers around me, I didn't argue or make a scene. I simply looked at the boss, calm and steady. "You don't have to go through all this trouble to force me out. I'll resign now. I'll forfeit the compensation—just process it as quickly as possible." His eyes lit up, though his face feigned regret. "Since you've made up your mind, there's not much I can say. But the Vespere chip you've spent ten years developing belongs to the company—you have no right to take it with you. "Oh, and when you handle the paperwork, don't forget to pay for that cup of coffee in your hand. It's an employee benefit. As an outsider now, you'll have to cover the cost." I nodded and signed the termination agreement without resistance. But the moment I stepped out of the company, I activated the self-destruct program embedded deep within the chip's core.

"If this watch ever shows the wrong time, know that your life is in grave danger." Anaya Sharma has spent her life exposing other people's secrets. But when her grandfather, a mysterious watchmaker in Shimla, dies in a suspicious fire, she discovers the greatest secret was the one he left behind. Her only inheritance is a broken antique pocket watch and a cryptic message leading her to Kabir—the ruthless private investigator with a dangerous past and a reputation for destroying anyone who crosses him. Anaya expects to uncover the truth behind her grandfather’s death. Instead, she is drawn into a deadly mystery where hidden enemies, buried secrets, and a ticking clock bring her closer to a truth someone will kill to protect. Forced to trust the one man she should fear, Anaya and Kabir must uncover the secret behind the watch before time runs out. Because when the watch strikes the thirteenth hour, nothing will ever be the same.

"Find her or you will be stuck with me forever!" Gwyneth Hathaway is the famous shaman and matchmaker in the city. She swims in the pool of dollar bills for her successful matchmaking projects. But her life will change when Devon Guillermo, a scrumptious and ruthless Alpha, kidnaps her. She is forced to find his mate as soon as possible. Now Gwy is torn on her decision. Will she lie to Devon and tell him that he doesn't have a mate throughout his life? Or will she let herself be stuck with the sexy and hot-tempered Alpha Devon... forever?

Human one day, wild beast the next. Maggie’s perfect life is turned into shambles when she is bitten by an injured wolf while hiking. Six months in a mental institution undergoing torturous treatments have left her bitter and out for blood. With a little aid, she escapes and finds herself indebted to her savior, who is after the wolf that changed her life, the elusive Ultima. After years of searching, she finally catches a break. The Alpha’s Freakshow is the key to her freedom, and she finally has a plan. Only one problem, the more time she spends with the Alpha, the more she seems to fall for him. And falling for the man she intends to betray might just be the death of her.  Axel has a checkered past of heartbreak and betrayal. After being exiled, he finds himself an outcast and an alpha with no pack, so he creates one of his own. Axel sought out the misfits within the shifter community and gave them hope again. Banding together, they created a show that brings magic to the humans and money to their pockets. Everything seems to be going well for Axel. That is until his mate shows up and she is picture-perfect, the stark opposite of him. Axel is torn between accepting her and telling her his darkest secret or rejecting her to spare her the pain of what he is.

I'm on my way to get married when a truck slams into my car from behind. After being unconscious for a long time, I hear the doctor telling my fiancee that I might lose my memory. I decide to have a little fun and open my eyes, pretending to be confused. "Who are you?" My fiancee goes completely still. I'm about to admit I'm only teasing her, but before I can, she grabs my best man's hand without a second thought. "I'm Janice Lloyd, your best friend's fiancee. You got into a car accident on your way to our wedding."

I invited my colleagues out for drinks, only for my card to be declined at the bar. Desperate, I approached the handsome stranger sitting in the VIP booth. "Can you cover my tab? I'll pay you back." The man barely glanced up. "Do I know you?" I grabbed the wine glass from his hand. "No, but your bodyguard knows me pretty well. Ask him how many times he's called me for help. Don't I deserve a favor in return?" The man looked completely confused, but his bodyguard raised a hand to shield his face. "Sir, she's telling the truth. Every time you get drunk, you won't let anyone come near you except her. I've had to call her multiple times just to get you home safely."

When I was three months pregnant, my Don husband’s so-called step sister, Ruby, showed up at my door. Her swollen belly was impossible to miss, “Donna, since my due date is so close, I thought you should know… the Don’s heir is in my belly.” She laid everything in front of me—intimate photos of her and Caleb, records of the weekly money transfers he sent her, even the deed to a mansion. The earliest dates traced back to the time I lost our first baby, when the doctors told me it would be difficult for me to conceive again. All these years, I had been enduring IVF treatments, desperately trying to carry our child once more—while he was fooling around with his so-called step sister. Well, if Caleb wanted another woman so badly, he could have her. I had no intention of staying anyway. I was already planning my leave.