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"Believe me, Gray, I didn’t do any of this," I pleaded, grabbing my husband’s hands, desperate for him to see the truth. But without sparing me look, he shoved my hands away, his touch as cold as ice. "Enough!" he shouted, thrusting a document into my hands. I looked down to see the word ‘Divorce Agreement’ printed on the top of the page. My vision blurred as tears welled up in my eyes, and I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what was happening”. ******** Although, their marriage didn’t start on a good note, Sylvia Hanson has put in her best effort to make her marriage with Grayson Lockwood work. Just when the couple grew attracted to each other, a photo of Sylvia in bed with a man surfaced the internet and a secret of her past life is revealed. Shattered and devastated by the news, she hurries home to her husband to deny the accusations but she only meets the cold glare of him. He didn’t want to get involved with a ‘’. He throws divorce papers at her and drives her away from his home. Broken, she swore to never love any man again no matter how hard it is to double up as a single mom and a breadwinner. Six years later, she returns back to her old city as a renowned business woman, and the first person she runs into is her ex-husband, Grayson Lockwood. On his knees he said, “ Forgive me ex-wife, make me yours again”. With her hands, slightly covering up her shiny teeth, Sylvia chuckled mockingly and responded “ Darling, forgiveness is of the Lord, as you can see, I’m just a mere mortal and I am nowhere him”

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"

“Say it like you mean it, darling,” he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, “and I might stop.” * My mother got remarried… and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me “stepsister.” But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It’s anything but brotherly. There’s something wrong with them. Something not… human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they’re angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don’t know what they are. But I know one thing… whatever’s hunting me now, I won’t survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words. I should run. I should fight. But the truth is… part of me doesn’t want to escape. Because whatever they are… I crave it. And once they claim me, there’s no coming back. One more thing… All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there’s one in particular… One… * AUTHOR’S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It’s dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, “Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt.” But if this is not, then…

Blurb: ️ Warning: This book contains explicit scenes, strong language, mature content, sexual kinks and dark themes that may not be suitable for some readers. Read at your own risk. Trevor Matai had already made himself an enemy of half the school just by being the smartest person in the class. So when he won the student body presidency, they just found newer and louder reasons to come for him. What he was not prepared for was jerking awake from a nightmare in the middle of class, calling out Sean Pierre's name in front of everyone, and having a very visible and undeniable ‘boner’ to go along with it. Does that mean he got ‘bricked up' for Sean. That was quite unbelievable because Sean Pierre, who is a star quarterback and the school's golden boy, happens to be the most aggressively straight guy Trevor had ever been forced to share oxygen with. So, Sean was the absolute last person his subconscious should have chosen. And now the whole school knew. What followed was supposed to be punishment as a result of the two clashing over school activity funds. Instead, something neither of them planned for started building because the closer Sean kept him, the harder it became to pretend that none of it meant anything. But Sean was the star quarterback and there were rules that came with that title. And wanting Trevor wasn't something the world around them was going to quietly allow. Two boys with two different dreams that couldn't both survive this situation, which seemed like a rivalry that had already drawn blood and a romantic feeling between them that refused to take note of that. Society had already written the rules, but they were about to break those rules and rewrite them.

Two souls, one body. One was a feared assassin, and the other was a beautiful soul brought up and given everything she could ever want. Both were betrayed and killed by those around them on the same day and time. Fate, it seems, could only give one of them a second chance to make things right, a chance at vengeance for both lives.********* "What is this?" Aurelia asked her. "It's a note for a surprise that was prepared for you by your father. He said to hand it to you before the party. You should open it," Nella said. Aurelia smiled at her and tore it open. It was obviously typed in bold letters. SEE YOU AT THE ATTIC, DEAREST. Dearest? That's what her father always referred to her as. "I guess I should start going there," there," Aurelia said and left. The attic had been closed since the incident, and Aurelia had always wanted to go in there and see. It was only reasonable now that her father should let her see before getting married. She entered. "Dad?" She called out to him, but there was no answer. She went in further, and then she saw what was written on the wall. 'DIE BITCH! ' Just then, she heard from behind her as the door closed. Soon, something like a pipe was let in as smoke was being let inside the room. Aurelia ran to the door and started banging, but just then, the violinists started to play below along with other instrumentalists. She kept banging until she started to feel faint and slumped as she gasped for air. There were only a few who knew about her asthmatic condition. her father, her late mother, and Nella. Why would her father want her dead?****************** Read to know what happens next.

Gregory Wolversen the Alpha of the Black River Pack. He was forced to banish his brother and declare him rogue for challenging his right for the pack. But his brother is mysteriously dead now on the other side of the country. Gregory knows there's a woman claiming to be his brother's bride, but the woman missing and no one has her name. What does she know about his murder? Did she kill him? His money and belongings have been accounted for. So is she a victim too? Aricka Daniels is a widow, a single mother and waitress/librarian who's struggling to survive. It's been seven years and she still looking over her shoulder. Widowed less than seven days after her wedding. She must come to grips with no home or job and a baby on the way that she was never able to tell her husband, Richard about. Her husband had told her to always stay away from his family because they weren't just rich but dangerous. For that reason she fears they might have had a hand in his murder and also fearing they might ruthlessly try to take her son from her. She never told them of him. Recently out of guilt she'd left a cryptic note informing them of his existence. The Black River Pack are the enforcers of the supernatural world in the area. It's their job to deal with the supernatural criminal element. If they don't then they will look weak to the North American Ruling Council and lose the right to their territory. With Gregory's very own parents on the Council they would suffer a lost of power that would rock the supernatural community as a whole. Can he do it all and find his mate and Luna to keep his pack stable?

On the day we went shopping for college supplies, Mikayla, my younger sister, picked up a lace bedding set, her eyes sparkling. Mom put the item into the cart without glancing at the price. When it came to my turn, my brother, Cory, furrowed his brows at my choice of a blue bedsheet set. “Kaycee, why do you always reach for the cold-tone colors? “Girls should go for something softer. Be like Mikayla.” Even my childhood friend, Ben, chuckled. “No one in your dorm knows you anyway. Just pick whatever’s easy.” Mikayla shifted her gaze to the blue bedsheets in my hands and murmured, “Kaycee, why don’t you use my old ones? “It’s not like you mind anyway.” Mom was on board with the idea. “Don’t spend unnecessarily, Kaycee. Putting two girls through college isn’t easy on the family.” My grip on the sheets tightened. I knew exactly what Mikayla was talking about. The fabric was worn thin, the edges were pilled, and the pillowcase still had the coffee stain. Things had always been this way. Mikayla’s unwanted dresses, old backpacks, and tiresome room would go to me. I once believed that by staying in my lane, I would eventually get my turn. It had been eighteen years. All I got in return was that I never cared about what I got. At the checkout counter, Mom paid for Mikayla’s things. My blue bedsheet set was dumped back on the shelf. I grinned. No one would make note of the things I liked. I grabbed the blue bedspread. This time, I wouldn’t be putting it back.

Kataleya Tamia Rossi is a twenty-year-old young woman known for her tender heart and passionate desire to help all those around her. Many say she is the mirror of her mother, Kiara, in more ways than one. All of her life she's had one goal, to find the boy who protected her and showed her kindness in her darkest moment. A boy who lost everything in the process. Kataleya has spent the latter years of her life working hard on a project that took root in her mind as a child - a project which has now been brought to life. The time to meet him again has finally arrived. Kataleya knows she'll have to overcome many challenges along the way but she's ready. Even when her own special abilities are at a stage in which they're becoming extremely deadly to her, she doesn't care. She is ready to risk it all and wants nothing more than to take away the pain and hatred that has burdened the heart of the boy she fell in love with years ago. Enrique Ignacio Escarra is the ruthless and cold-hearted Alpha of the most powerful pack in Puerto Rico. His goal? To rule the entire island single-handed. But hunger for too much power is deadlier than an arrow through one's heart and Enrique is already shrouded deep in the abyss of darkness. Will Kataleyas love and determination be able to bring him to the light? Or will his hatred drown her in the poisonous depth of the darkness itself? Book 5&6 of the Rossi Legacies Please note each duet runs under one title. Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire - Book 1 & 2 The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin - Book 3 & 4 Follow me on IG - Author.Muse

In the glittering coastal city of Lumine Bay, where wealth hides corruption and power is protected by shadows, Elara Moretti appears to have the perfect life as the wife of billionaire Damon Moretti. But behind the luxury, her marriage is cold, controlled, and full of locked rooms she has never been allowed to enter. Her world fractures the night she returns from a charity gala to find a threat note waiting in her car: “Your husband built an empire of enemies. You’ll be the first to fall.” By morning, Damon had vanished. His phone is off, his safe has been opened, and the mansion’s security system shuts down in a mysterious lockdown. The Moretti estate, an ultra-modern fortress, becomes a cage. Then a stranger enters through the darkness. Kai Valez, a disciplined, unreadable operative, arrives claiming to have Damon’s clearance and strict orders to protect her. Elara doesn’t trust him… but the attacks closing in leave her no choice. As danger intensifies, she uncovers alarming secrets hidden within Damon’s world: classified files, coded messages, surveillance footage of herself, and a mission tied directly to her past. The deeper she digs, the clearer it becomes, Damon didn’t disappear. He planned everything. Now Elara must navigate a web of lies involving her husband, his powerful family, and the man suddenly risking his life for her. Loyalties blur. Enemies multiply. And the line between protector and threat becomes terrifyingly thin. Just when Elara finds the strength to fight back, she receives a final message: A video. Damon is alive. Staring straight into the camera. “Elara… don’t trust the man beside you.” And the mission truly begins.

I was nine months pregnant and days away from my due date when my husband vanished without a trace, leaving behind nothing but a handwritten note. 'Babe, there's a planetary alignment that only happens once every 77 years, and I just got pulled through a time portal. Don't miss me. See you when I see you.' In our three years of marriage, he had made a habit of inventing some absurd excuse just to take Fiona Crest on another vacation. That same night, the rage and heartbreak sent me into premature labor. My water broke, and I was rushed to the hospital. While I was suffering through contractions so brutal that I wanted to die, he was in Nordvalen watching the aurora with Fiona. While I hemorrhaged on the delivery table and barely clung to life, he was riding a hot air balloon with Fiona above the clouds. While I fought my way back from the edge of death to bring our son into the world, he was kissing Fiona under a cascade of fireworks at the foot of the Aurelian Tower. A few days before the baby turned a month old, he sauntered back carrying a two-dollar bootleg action figure and announced, "Babe, I'm back! Look what I brought our son. We're all going to be so happy together." I finally saw through every last lie, and whatever hope I had left died on the spot. On the day of the celebration, I vanished too, leaving behind a single note of my own. 'The Gamma homeworld has summoned me back to my planet. I'm taking the kid and ditching the dad. Don't miss me. Don't wait up.'