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Since it's already the end of the year, the music app I use produces a report on the songs I've listened to in 2025. The keyword of my report is "resonance". Over the year, I don't spend much time listening to the songs on this app. My girlfriend, Sienna Fletcher, is the one who's been using my account this whole time. There's a row beneath the keyword that's written in a tiny font. "You had listened to this song with someone at 4:00 am on December 1st. It turns out that love can go beyond a night's sleep." My breath gets hitched in my throat. December 1st is my birthday. But that night, I had gone to bed at an early hour. Meanwhile, Sienna had left hurriedly after cutting my birthday cake with me with the excuse that she needed to pull an overnight shift at the company. For some reason, I tap onto the unfamiliar-looking profile that has been interacting frequently with my account with a trembling finger. Their keyword of the year is "favor". My heart skips a beat at the sight. Then, I tap on the details. "Over the year, you've listened to songs with this user 688 times in the middle of the night. Every time you do, it's a secretive conversation meant for your souls." The next thing I know, I receive a message from Sienna. "Babe, I need to work overtime tonight again. You don't have to wait up for me. Just go to bed early." At the same time, a new post is uploaded on the unfamiliar profile. It features a photo of two hands that are intertwined together. "I love working overtime with her the most. I want to listen to songs with her forever."

"Do you still hate me?" Ace smirked, as he rubbed his thumb against Gwen's bottom . At that moment, her heart wasn't the only thing that throbbed. "Well that all depends on what happens next..." * Some say that hatred is unhealthy. Some say that wasting energy hating someone will do no good for you in the end and only make you miserable. Gwen disagrees. Her entire life has been spent hating the Queen of Paria-Drae. She has ruined the lives of her people and even the people of other countries. She is a power-hungry witch that has no right sitting on the throne. A throne that she stole. And Gwen will her for it. And in order to do that Gwen joins the army, not the army of Paria-Drae but of their enemy, Estril. There, she plans to be a part of the group that defeats the Queen and be the one who retakes the throne. So she hides her identity as someone from Paria-Drae and plans to keep a low profile and only focus on her mission. That is until she meets Ace Puckett, the son of a famous army veteran, who has grown up on a military base his entire life. She immediately hates him upon meeting him, he's arrogant, picky, a show-off, and so, goddamn, sexy. Trying not to get distracted by his panty-dropping smile, she gains his attention because of her determined nature and the fact that she isn't begging for his attention. With the pride of being a citizen of Paria-Drae on the line, Gwen is desperate to take back her country and save its reputation before it's too far gone. But it gets harder to do that when there's a certain someone always looking over her shoulder.

What if humanity’s cruelest monster is the only one who can save you? In the toxic slums of Sector 4—far beneath the glittering glass domes of the elite city—there is only one rule: keep a low profile and stay alive. Jada is a master of survival. From the scraps discarded by the upper class, she builds everything she needs to exist in this merciless world. But during a brutal raid by the ruling Consortium, her identity scanner suddenly flashes a blood-red alarm. The verdict is neither prison nor death. It is: Sector Omega. Sector Omega is a myth born of whispered nightmares. It is the Consortium’s deepest underground laboratory, where the authorities breed genetically mutated supersoldiers. Jada is thrown into a pitch-black cell as a "calming companion" for the most dangerous experiment of all: Subject Zero. He calls himself Kael, and he is the Apex. An unstoppable beast, engineered for war in the toxic outer world—a nightmare of muscle, claws, and blinding rage. Every woman sent into this cell before Jada never left it alive. Yet, when the monster attacks from the shadows and lunges at her, he suddenly halts. The beast catches a scent. In the rebellious scavenger, Kael sees no prey—he recognizes his destined mate. With a single, guttural "Mine," Jada’s fate changes forever. Certain death transforms into a perilous alliance. Kael vows to protect his mate with his life, while Jada discovers the man hidden beneath the monster. To escape the cruel Consortium, they must ignite a bloody rebellion together—one that will shake the dystopian world beneath the dome to its very foundations. For an Apex does not share. Tropes: Sci-Fi Dystopia, Werewolf Romance, Fated Mates, Touch Her and You Die.

Zoe, the sole daughter of Alpha Zade, leader of the storied Bloodmoon Pack, was destined for honor, inheriting the legacy of the most formidable werewolves. However, fate intervened dramatically. During a devastating ambush, rogues massacred her pack, leaving her severely injured and barely surviving. In one night of betrayal, the Bloodmoon Pack fell from power. With her wolf's strength compromised, Zoe was forced to vanish. She found herself in the hostile territory of the Nightfang Pack, under the control of the infamous Alpha Damon Blackwell, where she was mistaken for a weak Omega. To survive, Zoe hides her true identity. While the pack views her as a mere servant, Damon perceives something extraordinary something that could be perilous. Zoe keeps a low profile, enduring their disdain, waiting for the chance to reclaim her legacy. Yet there’s a complication Damon. Cold and powerful, he feels an inexplicable attraction to her, stirring something primal within him that he refuses to confront. As Zoe strives to reclaim her wolf and her fate, the tension escalates. Dark forces are at play, and the deception that led to her pack's downfall runs deeper than she realized. The painful truth emerges her father’s murder was engineered by someone from within their ranks, who is now targeting her. Yet, fate has a surprising twist Zoe and Damon are destined mates. The one person he cannot claim, yet could bring him to his knees. With her past pursuing her and her future unclear, Zoe faces a crucial decision: will she yield to the mate bond and risk being dominated by the very man capable of destroying her, or will she rise, reclaim her throne, and forge her destiny? One thing is certain the revelation of the truth will alter the world of werewolves forever.

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, I noticed something strange. My best friend, Darren Blackburn, who had always been single, had suddenly changed his profile picture to a couple’s photo. "So you’ve been hiding a girlfriend from me?" I joked with a grin. "When are you bringing her around? I should at least meet her and make sure she’s good enough for you." He just smiled and shook his head, brushing it off. "Not yet," he said. "It’s not the right time." Then Deanna Cunningham, my wife’s voice called out from the kitchen, "Babe, come help me tie my apron." I hadn’t even pushed my chair back yet when Darren was already on his feet, jogging over. He stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and tied the apron strings for her. I froze where I stood. Seeing the look on my face, he quickly tried to explain, "I’m just used to helping out at home. My mom’s always bossing me around. It’s basically muscle memory. Don’t read into it." I didn’t argue or make a scene. I kept my expression neutral and carried on with the dinner as if nothing had happened. Only after all the guests had left did I turn to Deanna, who was clearing the table, and say calmly, "Let’s get a divorce." She slammed the dishes down with a loud crash and glared at me. "Seriously? Over something like that? Just because he tied my apron once?"

04:00 AM. JFK International Airport. I switched off airplane mode, and my phone lit up. The first notification was an Instagram story from my husband, Donovan Valentino, Don of the Valentino family, posted at 3:30 AM: a photo of Seraphina Moretti’s back, captioned, “Run 50 completed. Package delivered safe.” An hour before that, my flight had hit catastrophic clear-air turbulence, dropping two thousand feet in seconds. I’d clung to my seatbelt until my knuckles turned white, the crumpled threat letter from a rival crew pressed like a blade against my ribs. In those blind, falling seconds, one thought burned through the panic: If I live through this—if Donovan is waiting at arrivals—I’ll tear up my transfer papers to Dubai and stay. But there were no missed calls. No messages. He’d been too busy collecting Seraphina. He knew my flight details. He just didn’t care. Four years of marriage. 50 fully armed security details for Seraphina. For my 112 long-haul flights over those same four years? The most I ever got was a driver in an unmarked sedan. Even the night Gambino’s crew tailed me from Manhattan, and I spent six hours locked in a diner bathroom. He didn’t pick up until dawn, after the twelfth try. My transfer to Dubai was confirmed. The signed divorce settlement was in my bag. This was the last time I’d ever come back for him.

During our company's Black Friday sale, an intern took it upon herself to change "Spend $300, save $50" to "Spend $300, save $350." In my previous life, I was the Director of E-commerce Operations. I shut down the servers immediately and stopped the company from bleeding nearly ten million dollars. At the year-end party, the intern stood in front of everyone with tears in her eyes, playing the victim. "Erin, all I wanted to do was drive user acquisition through a loss-leader growth hack!" "Customers would have come back to repurchase after getting the discount. Who gave you the right to cut off the company's revenue by killing the servers?" She posted a viral thread on Instagram: Gen Z Takes on the Workplace: How My Outdated Boss Sabotaged My Brilliant Idea. Strangers doxxed me and came after me in waves. I left the company due to depression. Eventually, her mob of rabid followers drove me off the edge of a roof. Now I've been given a second chance. When the intern points to the promo page that's about to go live and asks me: "Erin, does my Black Friday campaign look good to you?" "It doesn't just look good. This is the textbook definition of a viral growth hack!" I turn around, grab the documents, and announce over the company-wide PA system. "Cassie has personally guaranteed this campaign with her own and her boyfriend's credit history, signing a full liability agreement to cover any losses. Let's give her a hand, everyone!"

Elara Voss is a 22 years old content creator grinding her way through TikTok dances and Instagram thirst traps in a bid for relevance. When viral videos lead to a DM from Kai Lennox, a wildly famous 28-year-old actor, singer, and heartthrob known for his bad-boy persona and rumored sex addiction, she believes her dreams have come true. Their connection is electric: raw chemistry, addictive nights, public dates that send social media into a frenzy but Kai’s appetites run deeper and darker than she imagined. Invited to his sprawling family mansion, Elara becomes prey for his older brother (ruthless businessman) and powerful father (industry mogul). The encounters start under coercion and secrecy, evolving into years of psychological control and taboo lust. Forced into silence to safeguard Kai’s career and the family’s empire, Elara suffers in the shadows while pretending to be the perfect girlfriend in public. Suicide attempts, crushing heartbreak, and conflicting feelings of love and hate for Kai complicate everything. When the truth finally surfaces, the real battle begins, Elara’s journey from victim to vengeful survivor, navigating toxic love, revenge plots, public exposure risks, and her own healing. The novel explores modern fame’s dark underbelly: cancel culture, NDAs, leaked videos, therapy, female empowerment, and the blurred lines between lust and love. Slightly explicit intimate scenes focus on power dynamics, intense physicality, and emotional turmoil rather than endless graphic detail.

Having a caring boyfriend, Hailey couldn’t have asked for more. But one night at a bar, she got drunk and stumbled into the arms of a strange man. Unknowingly to her, that stranger was Kendrick Reid, a cut-throat billionaire who was known for his ruthlessness across the circle. Her life took a huge turn when she discovered she was pregnant with his baby. The elders got involved and she was forced into an arranged marriage with the billionaire. While Hailey seeks her freedom, Kendrick ensures not even a hair on her body is harmed. As she navigates this new life, she realizes that there’s more to Kendrick than meets the eye. So many secrets spiral around why he is keen on keeping her and having the baby. As those secrets come to light, she becomes more aware of the dangers that accompany her new life, strengthening her resolve to leave the billionaire. But will Kendrick let her go that easily? What if his temptations were as overwhelming as her fear of those dangers? What if her resolve weakens and she is torn between her quest for freedom and this man she has come to love? Are there more secrets left to be revealed? Can she trust the people that she believes care for her the most? When family drama and other contending forces get involved, is her marriage destined to be a blissful one or doomed for more problems to come? The bond she shares with Kendrick is not one to be easily severed. What happens when that bond is constantly threatened to the point of extinction? Follow me on Instagram @authorhusnas & Facebook: Author Husnas, and receive frequent updates about this story.

The moment I find out about my pregnancy, a notification from Twitter is displayed on my phone. Apparently, it's a tweet posted by my husband, Don Romano Caliendo's childhood friend, Teresa Fiorino. "Thanks to your sperm, I get to have a child of my own during the last stage of my life." The accompanying photo is a pregnancy test that clearly states that the sperm donor is Romano. I leave a question mark in the comment section. In just half a minute, my phone begins ringing loudly. Romano's angry voice bursts from the loudspeakers immediately. I've only heard him adapt such a tone whenever he gets mad at others during family meetings. "What did you mean by that comment, Selene Gardo? Teresa is dying from cancer! All she wants is to have a baby to keep her company before she breathes her last! Don't you have any sympathy for her at all?" Before I can put down my phone, my Twitter homepage gets refreshed. This time, Teresa has uploaded another photo. It features a luxurious deluxe-style apartment, where the floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the breathtaking cityscape of Brindleport at night. The caption reads, "Thank you for giving me a home so that I don't feel lonely in my final days." In a corner of the photo, Romano can be seen crouching on the floor while piecing a baby cot together. His side profile shows how focused he is on the task. As I wipe my tears from the corners of my eyes, I silently caress my flat belly, which has yet to show any changes. I'll take you far, far away from here, my dear baby.