New Novel By Nicholas Sparks

He has made it crystal clear that I’m not to call him ‘boss’ except on certain occasions, like right now, when his dominating gaze carries a hint of playfulness. I can’t help but smile every time he gets like this, all lovey-dovey, but when he whispers in my ears asking me to go on an adventure with him, it is like an invitation to a forbidden feast and the thought sends a shiver down my spine which unlike you would think, is almost painful. Maybe this is because I have been on an adventure with him for as far as I want to recollect. My memories, if you peeked inside, would be overflowing with every moment with him, each one a brushstroke painted with his boldness and my, well, let’s call it a touch of recklessness. I now wear a souvenir, a mark etched onto my soul. It’s like a silent agreement, a reminder that our fates are tangled, intertwined like climbing vines. He’s the puppet master, my very own Mr. Strings, and every twist and turn of his whims gets woven into the fabric of my being. Maybe you find that hard to believe, like something out of a fairytale. But trust me, my darling, as I unravel the threads of our adventure, one by one, you’ll understand. With each turn and twist, you’ll find yourself hooked, a willing captive in the captivating narrative of our lives, possibly harnessed in the labyrinth of our love, where danger dances with delight, and fate is etched in the footprints of a love like no other. So buckle up, dear reader, for this isn’t a mere tale, it’s a thrill ride, a love song made of equal parts fear and freedom.

He rejected her to chase power. She gave herself to a stranger... and woke up marked by fate. Ryker, the mate River Moonstorm thought she was destined for, tossed her aside — choosing his best friend instead, all to earn a spot in his dream biker club. Broken and drowning in betrayal, River finds herself in a bar, face-to-face with Orion — mysterious, magnetic, and oozing danger. One drink turns into a night she can’t forget. One touch unlocks a part of her wolf she’s never known. But Orion isn’t just a dark escape. He’s the star of the Sexy Groove Bikers Club — and he’s hiding secrets that could turn River’s world upside down. Can she handle the fire he ignites in her? Or will falling for Orion burn her all over again?

She never meant to become his wife. Aria Hale had only stepped into the marriage registry to deliver her sister’s documents. Yet somehow, she walked out as the legal wife of Leon Mercer—the city’s most ruthless billionaire. One signature. One mistake. One furious husband determined to make her regret it. “You trapped me,” he growls, ice lacing every word. “You’ll pay for this.” But Aria isn’t who he thinks she is. She carries secrets he could never imagine—an identity carefully hidden, a fortune he never suspected, and a strength that refuses to break under his cruelty. He assumes she’s a gold-digger. She lets him believe it. When he insists she stay until the divorce is finalized, she agrees—but only because she has her own plans. And then he notices. The way she never begs. The subtle power in her laughter. The way other men glance at her… and how his chest tightens in ways he can’t explain. By the time the truth comes crashing down—when he finally discovers who she really is—it’s too late. Aria is gone. Now the hunter becomes the hunted. The billionaire married the wrong woman by mistake. And losing her will be his greatest regret.

It began with blood. The first rogue attack left the Hollow Moon Pack in ruins, its warriors slaughtered, its Alpha gravely wounded, and its heir, Silver White, desperate enough to cross into forbidden rogue territory in search of help. That’s where she met him. Arthur, the untamed Alpha of the Rogues, was born unwanted, raised in ash, and crowned in blood. He didn’t trust pack wolves. He didn’t believe in mates. And he certainly didn’t want her. But the moment her scent hit him like wildfire laced with moonlight, the bond snapped into place. And Arthur shattered it. Coldly. Publicly. Without hesitation. “You’re not mine,” he said. “You never will be.”

Nocturne rules the underworld and is determined to never let a human live past their lifespan. One day he encounters Leo, a human who is supposed to die and is bold enough to offer himself to escape death. Nocturne accepts the bold offer and their love story begins. Soon it becomes clear that things are more complicated than they both realized and Nocturne has to chase down his love before he is lost forever.

Hazel was once a mistreated omega, only to be betrayed on the night of her wedding to Alpha Damien. Left for dead, she is saved by Callan, a powerful and cursed alpha who reveals that she is his destined mate. As Hazel grapples with her past and the rising conflict with powerful enemies, she learns that she is part of a greater prophecy—one that could change the fate of all supernatural creatures. Torn between the love of two alphas and the betrayal of one along with the threat of a dark magic that could destroy everything, Hazel must choose whether to accept her destiny or fight it to protect those she loves. Will she be torn by fate or bound by love ?

When the moon is your rival, what's next? Shawn Monteal is everything the packs fear. A billionaire, Alpha, and a wolf who long ago abandoned mercy. He believes fate is a lie and love, a weakness. When a human woman witnesses his shift, he makes a ruthless choice, to turn her, control the damage, erase the mistake. Eva Roderigo survives the transformation when she shouldn’t. Worse of all, her wolf answers Shawn's. The bond between them is wrong. Dangerous. And when ancient laws demand Eva choose another mate for balance and peace, she does. Shawn honors her choice. The world does not. As rival Alphas close in and the Moon Goddess tightens her grip, Eva learns the truth. Shawn was never unstable, he was restrained. And loving him doesn’t make him better. It makes him unstoppable. When Eva breaks the Rite itself, defying gods, fate, and law, Shawn kneels once, and only once. Not to destiny. To her. A dark paranormal romance featuring a morally grey Alpha, a heroine who doesn’t tame the monster, and a bond chosen in blood and defiance.

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"Who is she?" My voice came out weak, foreign to my own ears. I despised the way it sounded--like a scared child-and I hated how he made me feel so small, so powerless. He let his breath out in a noisy sigh-a low, suffering sound, as if he was putting up with something beneath him. "Are we really doing this?" His voice was low now, tined with irritation. "It's not what you think. And even if it was, what are you going to do about it? You blind bat?" I froze, as tears slid down my face. I was just blind to him. A burden.

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'