Keeper Of Enchanted Rooms Novels & Stories

“I didn’t take you,” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. “I claimed what was promised to me.” My pulse stutters. “I am not yours.” A slow, lethal smile curves his lips as he steps closer—too close—his shadow wrapping around me. “You were always mine, Ivy,” he says, each word deliberate, heavy with threat and something far more dangerous. “Your father sealed your fate the day he made that promise.” Fear should make me run. It should make me hate him more. But instead, my breath catches as his hand lifts to my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “And if I refuse?” I whisper. His eyes darken, voice dropping to a husky murmur that sends a shiver down my spine. “Then fight me,”

"Men are only attracted to you either you are pretty or you have a nice body. Nobody cares about the heart. And I find these men nothing less than wolves."

Anna crosses paths with the arrogant alpha Bruce and becomes his personal maid. Little does she know that he has eyes for her, later on when the truth comes out about her being a Queen of another kingdom, both of them merge together to find the culprit.

Nora is the daughter of a poor gardener who works in the magnificent mansion of David Nashville. Living with his two unmarried sons, a scandal appears that one of them had kidnapped the poor girl, taking away her innocence. The truth still remained to be hidden until Nora remembered everything from that disastrous night and exposed the villain.

“You’re not his wife. You’re a ghost in a borrowed face.” Lena Moore thought she had outrun the darkness. Engaged to billionaire Aaron King and carrying a child she’s not sure belongs to him or the stalker, Kian, Lena’s past comes crashing through the doors—dressed in white. Jennifer, Aaron’s long-dead wife, is alive. Or so it seems. One betrayal spirals into another. On the run from heartbreak and chasing what’s left of her sanity, Lena goes into labor on a stormy highway—only for her ex-lover, Kian, to take their newborn and vanish. When Jennifer is found murdered and Lena is arrested, the world turns its back on her. But behind bars, the truth unravels. Jennifer was a puppet. Alara—Len

Elizabeth, a resilient maid haunted by abuse, is thrust into the lavish world of a mesmerizing billionaire named Dominic Bradford. Now having his eyes set on her, he wants to make her his... and not only as his maid. Tristan, the enigmatic first cousin of Dominic Bradford, finds himself captivated by the maid's presence. Drawn to her strength and allure, he becomes consumed by a forbidden longing for just one night. Will their shared secrets unite them or tear them apart in a world where privilege meets sacrifice?

*sequel coming soon* In this modern fantasy tale, a nonhuman named Nathan is trying to diversify the drowning company. While having a hard time being his assistant, Genevieve was caught in the chaotic of nonhuman exposure to the wolf race. Bottom line: fantasy creatures and wolves don't mix well...or so engraved in the ancient books. Genevieve must find a way to survive in this changing world, all while she tries to follow her own path toward saving her unborn child. During that journey, she must learn to accept who and why she should trust or else be stuck in a deadly cycle of fear and hate. 

My childhood friend, whom I hadn’t contacted for years, kept calling nonstop during an important meeting. After the meeting, he spoke in a sharp tone. “Do you think you’re too big for your britches? I’m getting engaged and you’re not even coming back to help out. Do I have to invite you?” I was representing my country at an international scientific forum, so I could only decline politely. Unexpectedly, he turned all haughty. “Fine then. If you’re not coming back, then just send me a gift with four circles and I’ll let it slide. Four circles? Thinking he meant ten thousand with four zeroes, I immediately agreed. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you ten thousand dollars as a wedding gift.” “Ten

My husband's sister was pregnant when she leapt from the building. Her final phone call wasn't to him. It was to me. When the police asked for clues, I said nothing. When my in-laws knelt and begged, I watched them coldly. Yet my husband never divorced me. If anything, he treated me even better than before. Then, after I became pregnant, my nightmare truly began. He tied me to the bed and summoned a group of vagrants, ordering them to take turns violating me. He said he wanted me to taste despair.

My ex-husband was dead, and when his wife called me, it was not to inform me about the funeral. She wanted my six-year-old daughter to stand vigil for her father at the funeral parlor. “People will talk if his daughter does not do it.” I was away on a business trip, and I had to ask my ex-husband’s sister to look after my daughter. That lasted until two in the morning, when my daughter left voice messages on her smartwatch. “It’s cold, Mommy. There are so many drawers. It looks like someone is lying inside. The door is locked. I can’t get out.” She was locked inside the mortuary refrigerator at the funeral parlor. Her pediatrician had said that if a six-year-old remained in forty degree