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Guilia Armando’s life has always been laden with turbulence and trials from getting caught in a forbidden relationship to getting pregnant and running off to another country to save face. Just when she’s about to take a breather, one more tragedy strikes. Being in an accident nearly causes her to lose everything in her life; her memory, her lover, her son and her psychopath husband. Vladimir Mikhailov, Russian Bratva consigliere, Guilia's lover and father of her son, comes back into her life by chance with the promise to make her fall in-love with him again, and by everything she holds dear, she indeed falls. But then her perfect world is tipped upside down, following an accidental meeting with a mysterious man, numerous texts that shakes the core of her being. Whatever peace she’s had goes down the drain. Now, she’s faced with a dilemma: find out who the mastermind behind all her troubles is, and ensure that she’s happy again. But will that be possible when she discovers that nearly everything in her life is a lie?

A post accusing me of feeding my employees free lunches worse than pig feed goes viral online. However, none of them know that the daily free lunches are all catered from a five-star hotel at 100 dollars per head. The entire internet goes crazy, calling me names and accusing me of being an evil boss. Even my co-founder, Dustin Jager, texts me and says, "Maybe we should go with what the employees want and change it to a meal allowance plan instead." I harden my heart and send out a company-wide announcement. "In response to everyone's pursuit of healthy eating and the right to choose their own lunches, the company has decided to discontinue the free lunch program. "A meal reimbursement plan will be introduced instead, effective immediately, with a daily limit of 20 dollars per person per day. All reimbursements will be calculated at the end of the month with the presentation of valid receipts." As soon as the announcement is made, the company's chat groups immediately go berserk.

BLURB: “The World owns his Image. His heart is another story”. Superstar actor Luca Moretti is Brooklyn’s Idol, flawless image, Oscar winner, and master of character creation. But when a leaked photo threatens to destroy him, his team hires struggling Journalist Daniel Reyes to write a flub piece rehabbing his image. There's Just One Problem: Daniel hates everything Luca stands for. Daniel knows celebrity profiles are bullshit PR, and Luca's Polished charm makes him want to burn the interview to the ground. But when a late-night argument turns into a kiss that shocks them both, they strike a deal: Daniel gets the raw, unfiltered Luca_ no lies, no filters for one week. What starts as a professional exchange becomes reckless: Secret trysts, Stolen moments, A Love neither can afford. Then the blackmail texts arrive: Someone knows. Someone’s watching. And if Luca doesn't end it now, both their careers will burn. But how do you walk away when the wrong person feels like home?

When Edna Crossby ditches the marriage registration for the fifth time, I block her contact number and social media accounts on the spot. If she's in any of the social gatherings, I turn down the invitations right away. I'd rather take the long route than walk past the cafe Edna frequents. If she attends a team-building session, I take the day off without hesitation. Even when Edna shows up on my doorstep with gifts in hand on Christmas Eve, I pretend that I'm not home at all. I don't answer any calls from her. I don't respond to texts she sends me. Just like that, I completely fade away from Edna's world. In the past, Edna used to be the focus of my life. My emotions fluctuated all the time because of her. When Edna flakes out on me for the fifth time, I finally snap out of my lovesick stupor. I don't want to live life like this anymore. Rather than getting abandoned time and again, I might as well live my life on my own happily.

It was our tenth anniversary, and I thought Joseph Lynch was finally going to propose to me. However, I accidentally saw the texts on his phone and realized what a joke I had been these past ten years. [It’s our first anniversary. Darling, I want you to spend time with me.] That woman uttered such sweet and intimate words, which I rarely said to Joseph. [I’ll give her some sleeping pills before I see you.] I could not believe Joseph would say such a thing. My fingers trembled as I scrolled down their conversation. [Don’t marry her. Marry me instead!] Then, she sent him a cute and attractive photo of her. She looked like a student. [Let’s see how you behave tonight. I bought you some new lingerie. Be good and put them on. Wait for me next door.] I was wearing some ill-fitting undies while sitting in bed. Right then, I was filled with bitterness. It turned out that Joseph had bought these undies for someone else.

Three months after my death, my brother is hospitalized due to leukemia. That's when my family finally remembers me after kicking me out. My sister, Ruby, texts me. "Caleb is sick, so get the hell back here for a bone marrow transplant. Mom and Dad will stop holding a grudge against you for stealing money." Dad calls me a few times, but they go unanswered. He curses, "How dare she! She didn't even bother calling since we kicked her out a few months ago!" Mom holds my brother, Caleb. Her gaze is full of heartache. "Jolene is an ingrate. She must be hiding because she doesn't want to save you. I'll find her, even if I have to scour the world!" None of them care about me. They have no idea that I died on the night they kicked me out of the house. When they tossed me out, my head bumped into a stone hidden beneath the snow. The snow was particularly heavy that night. It kept falling and falling. Later, when they finally start looking for me, they find my frozen body underneath the thick snow.

It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end. I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that." Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can." Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."

Selene, the loyal best friend, accidentally has a wild one-night stand with a tall, bearded stranger in a motel during a snowstorm—raw, unforgettable sex she thinks she’ll never repeat. The next day at Gwen’s family dinner, the stranger walks in: it’s CK—Gwen’s lifelong childhood crush and family friend, now their new roommate. Guilt crashes in as Selene realizes she slept with her best friend’s obsession. But the chemistry is too strong to resist. Secret hookups ignite in their shared apartment (kitchen counters, shared bathroom risks, late-night motel dates). They agree to date in hiding—Gwen can never know. Every stolen moment is hotter because it’s wrong. Close calls multiply. CK’s quiet depression cracks around Selene. External pressure builds from ex Megan at his new law firm job. When Gwen starts noticing marks, deleted texts, weird vibes, and the growing distance between her two closest people—the secret begins to crack. The truth explodes at Gwen’s surprise birthday party (puppy reveal, friends, cake). After fallout and healing, Selene and CK reunite months later—no lies, just honest love. Hopeful but scarred ending.

*** Mature themes*** *Alaina* Growing up I was always told I was 'special', that the moon goddess had this big plan for me one that involved Selene cursing a guy 5,000 years ago... a plan I wanted no part of. A plan that my entire pack figured out the first time I shifted, a plan that put me in right in the line of danger. I found the love of my life when I was a child, a chosen mate, hoping that I could live a normal life. That was until I went to the all Alpha meeting in Spain and met... him... and my life changed forever. *Ashton* I grew up being told stories of a prophecy. The actual texts have been lost for generations, and at this point they are bed time stories. Stories about what happens if you reject your fated mate, about Selene being born on earth. I never thought it was real, let alone be apart of the prophecy, until I first shifted. Then I met my mate, my strong willed, stubborn, smart, loving, mate. It's been a wild ride ever since. Daily updates until June 19, Bi-weekly updates (hoping for Tuesdays and Fridays) until, at least, September.

After Hours A Small-Town Forbidden Romance Alli never meant to fall for him. Eighteen, freshly graduated, and slinging drinks at the town’s no-frills dive bar, she was just looking for a paycheck and a way out of her quiet life. But then Johnny started showing up—twenty-five, devastatingly handsome, and haunted by more than just his late-night whiskey. Everyone knows Johnny. The town's favorite bad decision. A brooding mechanic with blue eyes that burn and a reputation tangled up with Layla, the town’s resident scandal—and someone else's wife. But when Alli catches Johnny’s gaze from across the bar, something ignites. Something forbidden. Something explosive. What starts as subtle glances and lingering stares turns into late-night texts, a kiss that ruins them both, and a fire that neither of them can put out. Just when Alli begins to believe there might be more between them, Layla drops a bomb: she’s pregnant. Now, Alli must face the truth—was she just a distraction? Or is Johnny just as trapped in his past as she fears? In a town where everyone talks and secrets are currency, love after hours might be the most dangerous thing of all.