Mirror Souls

A marriage arranged between two broken souls is never meant to work. Ezabella Viper didn't get to heal from the trauma inflicted on her before she was thurst into marriage with a scarred man she didn't know. Jacopo Nicolo barely got over his last marriage before he had to take another wife for the good of the web. Both of their past are scarred, but they are like night and day. Two people that should have never met, two people that should have never been tied in a marriage, two people from two different parts of the world... Will their marriage survive, or will they end up destroying each other. PS. To enjoy this book more, it is recommended that you read the book prior to this one titled "A Monster's Mute Bride."

The billionaire's bodyguard What transpires when two unique souls are compelled to maintain one another? Will they break each other apart? Or get consumed by one another? Scott Tracy, daughter of a rich business billionaire, haughty, and pampered, or so everyone sees. Antony Santos, the notoriou s fighter, was never supposed to be a bodyguard but finds himself guarding one of the most powerful lady in the nation. Their relationship is a typical hate-hate. He dislikes her presence, her posture, her voice, everything about her. He agreed that she never has to work for anything. He loathes her. She feels nothing short of the equivalent, convinced that she has no need of a bodyguard. They refuse to accept one another, struggling to end their anguish this is their narrative.

She was destined to Love, he was born to Hate. She needed to escape her father's plan to marry her off to an abusive man, and he needed a child to get his father’s inheritance. She was the Light, he was the Darkness. Sofia Winters and Oscar Baron were strangers who had everything to lose—they find themselves at the most desperate of times and begin an enthralling love story in a city miles away. These were two broken souls fated for each other. Would their new-found love overcome all the trials of their new life or would it set them apart? And alas, would it be a happily ever after or an arrangement that would end in pain and regret? Two Complete Strangers, One Complicated Deal, and a Sexually Deviant Brother.

Xander Savage plays with footballs. Freya Woods plays with hearts. The other plays to win, one plays for fun. Xander is the campus football champion, gentle, gorgeous, misunderstood. Everyone thinks he’s a player, but he’s actually the only good boy in school. Freya is the campus play girl, bold, wild. When fate throws them together, sparks fly…Neither knows their souls have met before…long ago, in another life, where they loved passionately and broke disastrously. But this time? They’re destined to rewrite their ending…can they actually re write the stars? LOVE ME LIKE A CHAMPION is a reincarnation campus romance about a boy who loves too deeply and a girl who’s terrified to be loved.

Held Light, Held Close follows Celeste Bradbury, a quiet, disciplined young woman who arrives in New York to work with the world-famous band Luminous Riot. Raised in the hush of convent halls and foster homes, Celeste has learned to survive by moving gently, listening closely, and building her life out of small, steadfast rituals. But the music world is loud, chaotic, and unkind—especially under the sharp eye of Paul Logan, the band’s volatile lead singer who meets her composure with relentless mockery. As weeks turn into months, Celeste maintains her quiet routines, her faith, and her dignity despite the storm around her. She becomes a still point in the band’s restless orbit—an anchor none of them expected, and a mirror that reveals what each member is running from. Through rehearsals, touring, backstage politics, deadlines, and private battles the world never sees, Celeste’s presence begins to shape the group in ways that defy explanation. The House She Built is a story of chosen family, slow-burn transformation, unspoken tenderness, and the quiet power of a woman who refuses to break—even when the world demands it. It is about the sanctuary we build within ourselves, and the imperfect people we let inside.

“Who the hell changed the screw tolerance by 0.007 mm?” “I did. Is there a problem?” Kimmy Zabel, our department’s “good-luck charm” and full-time slacktivist, did not even look up from her compact mirror, where she was carefully applying lip gloss. “It just didn’t look right, so I tweaked it. Do you really have to yell at me?” The production line had been running on the wrong spec for twenty-four hours. I hit the emergency stop. Keeping my voice steady took some effort. “These parts no longer meet export standards. If we miss tomorrow’s shipment, even a month of overtime wouldn’t cover the penalties.” “It’s one tiny number. You’re being so dramatic!” Kimmy snapped her makeup case shut. “Anyway, it’s New Year’s Eve. I’ve got a date. I’m not staying here to suffer with you people.” Before she even reached the door, I gestured to the staff to pull the shutters down. “For precision components like these, one number translates into a million-dollar loss. You can take these defective units and explain them to the regulators.”

Three years ago, My husband Thomas brought me the divorce paper with his girlfriend Sarah by his side. He had lost all his memory in a car accident, when I woke up from my coma, he had already moved on. I lied to myself that somewhere deep inside, the man I loved was still trapped inside and his warm eyes and gentle spirit were just overridden by anger and amnesia… but I could no longer believe in that lie. He was gone. Forever. Now, I am waiting in my dressing room to go on stage. The young girl who had fallen in love with Thomas had been bright and pretty but this woman who stared back at me in the mirror … She is beautiful, strong, and supported. She has two beautiful kids, even though their father don't know their existence. She had suffered and survived. The me now is the best version of me. I could not wait to show it to the world. However, after I finished my performance, I found, front and center, Thomas is giving me a standing ovation. For the first time in years, he seems to recognize me. Then, the producer Richard found me backstage and inform me that my ex-husband just bought the theater company. What does he want? Can my life ever go back to normal?

Wynter Grizelle King is a heiress, but beneath her glamorous exterior lies a fierce desire to prove herself as a veterinarian. In her final year of college, she believes she has found true love in Sean, whose charm and ambition seem to mirror her own dreams. Their relationship feels like a fairy tale—until the day Sean abruptly ends it, leaving Wynter reeling and heartbroken. Amidst the emotional chaos, Wynter discovers she’s pregnant with Sean’s child. This revelation forces her to confront the reality of her situation—a blend of anger, betrayal, and uncertainty. Determined to rise above the pain, Wynter throws herself into her veterinary career, channeling her love for animals as a way to heal. But as she navigates the challenges of single motherhood, she unexpectedly meets a blind man whose unique perspective on life and love captivates her heart. This connection challenges Wynter to let go of her past and embrace a future filled with hope and possibility. But as Wynter strives to build a future for her child, will she be able to see beyond the blinded dreams of her past, or will they continue to cloud her vision for a brighter tomorrow? In "Blinded Dreams," the light of love flickers in the shadows of despair, guiding Wynter through her darkest moments. Experience a tale where the heart's vision transcends obstacles, revealing that true love can illuminate even the most uncertain paths.

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.

"Is this what you wanted? On your knees, getting fucked by the man you should be calling 'Daddy'?" In the mirror, I'm on all fours. He flips my skirt up, one hand crushing my throat, the other slapping my ass raw as his massive cock slams into me without warning. I'm trembling so hard I can barely hold myself up. But he won't let me fall. "Ass up." He bends me over, his hand a firm pressure on my back. Lorenzo Vitale. The most feared mafia godfather in New York. He never gives an order twice. ** On my birthday, my boyfriend betrayed me for power—fucking Lorenzo's adopted daughter behind my back. They drugged me, sent me into a BDSM club to become Lorenzo's plaything, tried to destroy my reputation. What they didn't know? Twelve years ago, Lorenzo adopted the wrong girl. I'm the real mafia princess. Now he's begging for me back. But I've already fallen for the man I should be calling Daddy. I fantasized about being fucked by him—a forbidden desire I had no right to feel.