Novel Alternate Universe

After my husband's first love, Sydney Edwards, used me as a walking blood bank, I died in the run-down rental apartment my billionaire husband, Casper Hawthorne, had tossed me into like it was a blessing for me. Today was the third day since I had died. My six-year-old son, Adam, finally realized something was wrong. He had cut his finger while playing with his toys, yet I did not comfort him. He tore open a packet of crackers and raised one to my mouth to feed me, but I did not stop him. He lay in my arms, clutching my clothes and whispering for me. Still, I did not answer. Lost and panicking, he found my phone and called his father, Casper. "Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?" The man sent back a photo of himself having New Year's Eve dinner with Sydney and said in a cold voice, "She's just sleeping, she's not dead. Today is New Year's Eve. I'm busy. Tell that clueless mom of yours that when she's ready to admit she was wrong, she can come and look for me." After the call ended, Adam stood there frozen for a long time. He picked up the last biscuit in the rental apartment from the trash can, broke it in half, and held one piece to my mouth. "Mom, let's eat too."

My husband did not love me, and he certainly did not love our child. On the day our son was born, he did not even glance at him. He merely tossed him into my arms. Then, his first love came back from overseas. That night, the ever-cold Henry had gotten drunk for the first time. He even smiled as he held our child in his arms. Delighted, our son wrapped his little arms around my husband's neck and asked me in a soft voice, “Mommy, what’s wrong with Uncle?” I crouched down, pulling him into my embrace. My eyes reddened as I explained, “Uncle's favorite person came back, so we shouldn’t bother him anymore. We’re going to find a new home.”

I begged my boss, Arthur Hutton, ninety-eight times for us to get officially married. Each time, he canceled our plans because his childhood sweetheart deliberately lured him away. On the ninety-ninth attempt, I waited for him at the city hall. Arthur simply patted my head and then put up a sign on the door that read, [Serena Xander and Dogs Not Allowed.] He said indifferently, “Millie’s throwing a fit, and I can’t calm her down. I need to marry her first. “I’ll divorce her, so just wait for me. Next Wednesday is a good day. I’ll marry you then.” But he did not know that I only had ninety-nine chances to give. I would be resigning the following week.

Five years after our son was born, I finally faced the truth: my wife didn't love me—or our boy. Determined to end this miserable marriage, I made plans to leave and take our son with me. But fate had other ideas. A car accident cost me a kidney and took our son's eye. At my lowest point, my usually distant wife fell to her knees right in the hospital corridor, begging for forgiveness. She swore she would spend the rest of her life taking care of us. We decided to give her one last chance—a 100-day trial. If she made it, we'd stay together. But on the ninety-ninth day, my son and I overheard her talking to the attending physician. "Emma," the doctor said, "did you really arrange that accident to secure organs for Daniel Carter's son? You did that to take a kidney from your husband and an eye from your son—was it worth it?" Emma Evans's voice was eerily calm. "It was worth it. As long as Daniel is happy, I'd do anything." "And what if your husband and son find out?" She fell silent for a moment, then instinctively touched the wedding ring on her hand. "Then they'll never know. They just want a family; I'll do everything I can to make up for it." So the "changed woman" we thought we knew was just an act—a carefully built lie. The happiness my son and I had begun to believe in was nothing more than a story she'd crafted to protect the person she really loved. Every kindness, every effort—it had all been quietly weighed and paid for in advance.

You think being a teenager is hard enough as it is. Try being a teenager that has the respossibility of saving people from their own demons and fears. That is exactly what Zelenia Erickson has been doing from the time she discovered what she was...

When nineteen-year-old Lyra Grayson moves to the remote town of Red Hollow, all she wants is a quiet place to escape her chaotic past. But peace is the last thing she finds. Lyra is sarcastic, skeptical, and allergic to bullshit—but nothing can prepare her for finding out that her new town is crawling with werewolves. Especially when the brooding, volatile Alpha, Kael Thorn, claims she's his fated mate. But there’s a catch: Lyra was born under a blood moon, a cursed omen among the wolves. Her very existence could destroy the balance between clans—or forge a new reign entirely. As Kael wrestles with his beast, and Lyra struggles with terrifying new powers that emerge each full moon, they're hunted by a rogue pack—and haunted by a dark prophecy written in blood. With enemies around every corner, secrets buried deep in the woods, and a bond that defies reason, Lyra must decide: Will she run from the monster she’s becoming—or embrace it?

After a war between two kingdoms, that lasted thirteen years, princess Ayla is given to King Rhobart as a slave. She expects the worse but when she arrived in Nordmar, home of King Rhobart, Ayla is never treated as a slave. As time passes she transforms from a shy person to a person that keeps provoking the King with each step. Until she falls in love with him. But loving the King is not easy, because Ayla will soon learn that King Rhobart is a man haunted by his past. When the Orcs are on the verge of starting a war against all the kingdoms, Ayla will receive visions that will lead her to discover things she never knew about her. Will the Orcs win the war or will Ayla find a way to save the man she loves. And not only him, but the entire world.

It started as a story. Just words. A fantasy, Elara wrote at night. A man she designed to be everything she craved for but never had. Marek! Obsessive. Possessive. Deadly loyal. Unapologetically hers. She never expected the knocks on her door when no one was there. The whisper of her name in an empty room. Or the scent of him. The one she only ever described in ink, lingering in her pillow. She thought she was losing her mind. Until the bruises appeared. Until her friends started disappearing. Until Marek stepped out of her pages… And smiled. Now Elara has to ask herself the one question that could shatter everything: Did she write him into existence…..or did he lure her into his?

Argent is a seasoned assassin, trying to bring down an underground slave auction when he sees her. Penelope had moved to Brazil in hopes of starting over again after the death of her beloved uncle. With her best friend in tow, she is ready for a new adventure. Unfortunately, adventure comes in the form of a kidnapping, and a possible life as a slave. Hope is almost lost until she meets Argent's beautiful golden eyes across the auctioneer's platform. Neither expected to find love or to be caught in a web of lies that nearly keeps them apart. But there are no regrets when destiny is involved.

Manolya expected a quiet summer with her cousins in their small Turkish coastal town. But a vanished woman, a hidden weapon, and a demon protector drag her into the same darkness that once claimed her mother. Following the trail pulls her deep into the obsidian dimension, where black magic thrives and a long-buried evil stirs awake. Because some family secrets are worth dying for - and others are the reason you will be killed. Can Manolya survive the truth buried in her own family?