Marshmello Silence

The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. Kourtney paced in front of him, her heels clicking against the dusty floor of the abandoned villa. The contract lay untouched on the table, just inches from Travis’s restrained hands. Her plan had been reckless, but it was all she had left. “I didn’t want to do this,” she murmured, voice shaking. “But you gave me no choice.” Travis tilted his head. “You think tying me to a chair will change how I feel?” “No. But it changes what you’re allowed to do,” she said, forcing a smirk that didn’t reach her eyes. He didn’t flinch. “What happens after the wedding, Kourtney? When your father finds out? When Kim finds out?” She looked away. “Then it’ll be too late. I’ll have what’s mine.” “Money?” he asked. “Or revenge?” That struck something in her. Kourtney turned to him, face darkening. “You chose her. You loved her. But what about me, Travis? You never even gave me a chance.” “You think forcing me into marriage will give you love?” “No,” she whispered. “But it’ll give me power.” Travis met her eyes. No fear. Just sadness. “This isn’t you,” he said softly. “You don’t know me anymore,” she replied, backing away. “Sign the contract, Travis. Or I swear, I’ll make sure you never walk free again.” Travis looked down at the paper, then back at her. “You’ll lose yourself in this, Kourtney.” She swallowed hard. “Then maybe losing myself is the only way I survive.”

Raine Ashford was born into legacy...trained from birth to become the perfect Beta for the Night Thorn Pack’s future Alpha, Jason. She was taught to be strong, but never stronger than him. To lead, but only in his shadow. To serve, not shine. But on her eighteenth birthday, everything changed. When the mate bond snapped into place, it wasn't joy she felt...it was humiliation. Jason, the very Alpha she was molded for, rejected her in front of the entire academy. Her wolf, Raven, shattered in the silence that followed, retreating deep within her. Returning to the academy broken but determined, Raine finds herself caught in another unexpected moment...a desperate kiss to save face… with none other than Alpha Drake, the academy's golden boy. Powerful. Untouchable. Dangerous. And now, completely obsessed. He wasn’t supposed to care. But he does. And he’s not letting her go. What happens when the girl built to stand behind the wrong Alpha finds the strength to stand beside the right one?

Living with my aunt and her family was meant to be a temporary, quiet arrangement just helping out and keeping to myself. On the first day of the new year, while everyone else was out celebrating, I stayed home, enjoying the rare silence and catching up on sleep. But when we ran out of water, I reluctantly stepped outside to fetch some, and that’s when I saw him. He stood by the gate of the house next door, effortlessly commanding attention with just a glance. A smirk played on his lips, and a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes behind his blue-ray glasses. At that moment, he was impossible to ignore. Meanwhile, I felt disheveled and barely awake, my hair was a mess and still shaking off sleep. But he didn’t seem to mind. There was something about him an air of mystery that made me wonder who he was and why he was there. Before I could look away, he spoke, “Hi.” Caught off guard, I managed a quick, “Hi,” while trying to pull myself together. “Can I know your name?” he asked. I hesitated but replied, “I’m Clara,” and kept walking. “Can I have your number?” he called after me. “Just as friends.” I almost refused but reluctantly agreed, entering my number into his phone. “There,” I said, handing it back. “I’ll call you,” he promised with a smile, as I turned to leave. What began as a chance encounter soon became an inexplicable connection. He had secrets, but there was something about him that saw through me, understanding things no one else did. The man I met next door wasn’t just a fleeting stranger,he became the reason I started questioning everything I thought I wanted.

Detective Casie Blackwood thought she'd left her supernatural past behind when she joined the police force ten years ago, fleeing the shame of public mate rejection and family abandonment. Now, ritualistic murders are forcing her back into a world she desperately wanted to forget. Three human victims have been discovered with surgical precision wounds and ancient symbols carved into their palms—markings that point to forbidden blood magic from before the supernatural communities established peaceful coexistence. When Casie finds a note written in the old pack language reading "The Hunt Begins," she realizes someone is deliberately targeting humans to harvest their primal fear, threatening to expose the entire supernatural world. Partnered with Detective Rick O'Connor, who remains unaware of her true nature, Casie must navigate the investigation while concealing her enhanced senses and knowledge of the supernatural. The wounds aren't from blades—they're fang marks. The positioning isn't random—it's ritualistic. And the killer's scent carries a terror that suggests they're being hunted by something even more dangerous. Forced to break ten years of silence, Casie contacts her estranged brother Elias, learning the symbols are ancient binding marks used to channel supernatural energy across factional boundaries. The killer needs seven sacrifices total to complete a ritual that will shatter the barriers between the human and supernatural worlds. With three victims already claimed and only four days until the next lunar cycle, time is running out. As federal agents circle and media attention intensifies, Casie must choose between maintaining her carefully constructed human life and embracing the supernatural heritage she rejected. The investigation isn't just about stopping a killer—it's about preventing an all-out war that could destroy both worlds she's sworn to protect.

“We didn’t say a word before we both crashed into each other’s arms and started making out. I jumped on him, and he grabbed me. We barely made it to the bed before we started tearing each other apart. It was wild. It was intense. And I didn’t want it to end. For about twenty minutes, he did things to me that had me screaming until my voice gave out, and I passed out. The next time I opened my eyes, it was morning. I was sober again... but I had no idea what a naked stranger was doing in my bed!” Viola Sterling is a billionaire heiress whose life suddenly takes a hit when her family goes bankrupt. She becomes homeless, and as if that isn't enough, she catches her boyfriend cheating the very same day. Heartbroken and drunk, she tries to numb the pain… only to wake up the next morning with a naked stranger in her bed. Turns out, he’s a billionaire who couldn’t afford a scandal. He arrogantly pays her for her silence and disappears, leaving her embarrassed. She thinks that’s the end of it until she turns up at her new guardian’s house and gets the shock of her life. The naked stranger? He’s their son. They vow to remain strangers. But when Viola discovers she’s pregnant, everything changes. To protect their families' reputations, they agree to marry. To their families, it’s an arranged marriage. To them, it’s a contract, strictly business. And it comes with just a rule… Never to fall in love!

When traumatized and desperate Calla Moreno accepts a job as a live-in maid at a billionaire’s secluded mansion, she expects silence, routine, and a safe place to hide. What she finds is Ronan Vexley—cold, dominant, and hiding darker secrets than she ever imagined. As twisted affections grow between them, and his charming but dangerous brother Dominic begins circling her like prey, Calla is pulled into a web of lies, obsession, and deadly truths. Trapped in a house that watches her, haunted by her past, and caught between two powerful men, Calla must decide who to trust—before the mansion buries her secrets too.

Katherine Willow gave up everything for love — her dreams, her family, even her freedom. But when betrayal cuts deeper than any wound, she realizes the man she sacrificed it all for only ever saw her as a convenience. Cast aside for another woman carrying the child she couldn’t give him, Katherine finds herself alone, humiliated, and broken. Yet from the ashes of heartbreak, she rises stronger, determined to reclaim her life. A fierce divorce, a fiery encounter with a stranger, and the first step back into a world she thought she had lost — Katherine’s journey is only just beginning. In a world that tried to silence her, Katherine is about to roar.

There’s one rule in the Alpha’s house: do not touch the traitor’s daughter. But when newly crowned Alpha Alec returns after years of war, he finds her scrubbing his floor—and the mate bond snaps. Vanessa, daughter of the Alpha he killed, was supposed to die. Instead, she was hidden among servants, trained in silence, and prepared for one mission: kill the Alpha heir before he claims her. She didn't expect fate to make him her mate. Now she's torn between vengeance and desire, hunted by the man her wolf aches for. Alec swore he'd never be weak for a woman again, especially not one with enemy blood. But her scent drives him mad, and the bond is unraveling him from the inside. Choosing her could destroy his crown. But killing her might destroy his soul.

After years of struggling to survive and suppress the trauma that shaped her, a thirty-year-old single mother returns to her small hometown—a place where secrets rot just beneath the surface and everyone remembers more than they admit. She hopes to rebuild a quiet life with her young son and husband, but the moment she crosses the threshold of her childhood home, long-buried memories begin to claw their way back. When a hidden letter surfaces—one she doesn’t remember writing—her reality begins to splinter. The letter is addressed to someone she swore she’d never speak to again. Someone dangerous. Someone she knows too well. As more clues emerge, she is forced to confront a truth she’s spent her whole life running from. Haunted by flashbacks, OCD compulsions, and a town that still refuses to take her trauma seriously, she begins to question what’s real—and who she can trust. Even the people closest to her are hiding things, including her husband, whose past may be tangled in the very mystery she’s trying to unravel. In a house that holds more than memories and a town that whispers behind her back, she must face the terrifying question: is she losing her mind—or finally uncovering it? House of Quiet Screams is a gripping emotional suspense novel about trauma, survival, and the power of facing the truth—no matter how loud the silence has been.

In Alabama’s rot-soaked bayous, Drucilla Drakes survives by three rules: silence, scars, and never letting Louise—her Bible-thumping captor—catch her hoping. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding beneath a stranger’s leather jacket, invisibility becomes a death sentence. Enter Dragon Morales: New Orleans’ most notorious runaway, a cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic with grease-stained hands and a death wish. He doesn’t save people—he survives them. Yet in Dru’s lashed flesh and hellfire gaze, he sees his own shattered reflection. Their bond is gasoline and matches. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s cartel kingpin—hunts them relentlessly. Louise, armed with voodoo rites and the chaos-hungry loa Marinette, vows to break Dru. Their only allies? The Lou Nwa, a bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and Papa Legba, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a lethal bargain: *“Her soul or yours.”* Fleeing through the Deep South’s cursed underbelly, they dodge cartel hitmen, haunted swamps, and safehouses reeking of betrayal. Dark magic seeps into old wounds; family secrets tighten like nooses. Dragon swears he’s too ruined to love. Dru knows she’s too shattered to trust. But in the bayou’s choking heat, desire is a grenade they can’t outrun. This isn’t a fairytale. It’s switchblade kisses and saintly curses—a collision of fire and ruin where protectors become predators. Dru doesn’t need saving; she needs an inferno. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter and nothing left to burn. Will they raze the South to ashes, or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands? One truth remains: in the bayou, even survival leaves scars. **Warning:** No princes here. Just bayou smoke, blood-soaked magic, and the kind of love that devours.