Op Voyage Chronicles

When three best friends find out they are in fact all three supernaturals in disguise, life can only become more interesting in the human world. In this first book in the series, Gabriella has to return home to her pack after living life as a human for a while and her friends go with her. She meets the enigmatic leader of her warriors who has also secretly been spying on her while she was living in the city. Will she forgive him his sins when she realizes he is her mate? Or will she banish him from their pack?

Six months have passed since Harley left PTV, Ron and her love, Alexander, now she's just trying to move on, but putting the traumatic event that took place in California behind her, is easier said than done. She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives a letter… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison. Will Harley help them out and prove she IS a member of the family after all or is the outlaw biker lifestyle just not for her? 

When Nerina Onasis and her friends go on an all-girls vacation to Bermuda for her 30th birthday, they expected to sit and relax sipping drinks on the beach during the day and enjoying the night life during...well the night! What happens when the group of friend's meet strange men while out touring an old tavern on the island? And why do these men seem oddly familiar to them? Crack open the book to find out.

Deux jours avant le Noël, mon petit ami Guillaume avait prévu d'emmener sa assistante passer les fêtes à la mer. Sans un mot, je lui avais préparé ses valises avec tout le soin. Lui, en retour, m'avait raillée en insinuant que j'étais enceinte et plus compréhensive. Lorsqu'il était parti, je m'étais rendue à la clinique et j'avais subi une interruption volontaire de grossesse. Car dans ma vie antérieure, quand j'avais voulu garder Guillaume à la maison, son assistante avait été brutalement assassinée sur la plage. Guillaume a eu l'air calme, mais avant mon accouchement, il m'avait horriblement trahie, il avait ouvert mon ventre et il a étranglé notre bébé avant même qu'il n'ait pris son premier souffle. Cette cruauté m'avait révélé qu'il nourrissait depuis toujours une haine tenace vers moi. Après la renaissance, j'avais juré de lui faire perdre absolument tout.

Seorang remaja yang memiliki kekuatan terpendam kerap di hina oleh teman-teman sebayanya. Itu terjadi ketika remaja itu diketahui tidaklah memiliki kekuatan di dalam dirinya. Pada jaman ini, semua orang memiliki kekuatan khusus. Dan kekuatan khusus itu akan bangkit ketika usia seseorang telah berumur tujuh tahun. Namun, ada seorang remaja yang usianya sudah lima belas tahun belum juga berhasil membangkitkan kekuatan yang ada di dalam tubuhnya. Bahkan, semua orang mengatakan kalau ia adalah orang cacat yang tidak bisa apa-apa. Remaja itu bernama Martis. Martis lahir dari keluarga sederhana. Kedua orang tua Martis tidak pernah menyesal telah melahirkan anak seperti Martis. Justru kedua orang tuanya sangat memanjakan dan menyayangi Martis. Setiap Martis di hina oleh anak-anak lainnya, maka kedua orang tua Martis akan sangat marah. Namun, Martis sangat yakin kalau sebenarnya dirinya bukanlah orang yang lemah!

Trois jours après ma mort, mon fiancé a reçu un coup de fil pour identifier mon cadavre. « Si elle est morte, enterrez-la avant de me prévenir. » Il a répondu avec impatience. Le policier n'avait pas d'autres choix que d'appeler mon deuxième contact d'urgence, mon ami intime d'enfance. Ce dernier a laissé échapper un rire froid : « Est-elle vraiment morte ? Ce n'est pas à de récupérer le cadavre de toute façon. Brûlez-la directement et débarrassez-vous de la cendre comme vous voulez. » Au moment où mon corps a été exposé sur Internet, mon fiancé et mon ami d'enfance étaient totalement bouleversés...

Le troisième jour après ma mort, Louis Richard a reçu un appel pour identifier le corps. Serrant une femme dans les bras, il a dit d'un ton désinvolte : « Je m’en fous. Appelle-moi après l’incinération. » Mon corps a été brûlé dans le crématorium. Une fois réduit en cendres, le personnel a de nouveau contacté Louis. Agacé, il a poussé un soupir : « Je vois. J’arrive. »

“Mahal kita… kaya kita itatago sa mundo.” China Asuncion was just looking for a stable job—hindi fairy tale, lalo na hindi lalaki. Pero ang universe may ibang plano. Ang mapaglarong tadhana dinala siya kay Gabriel Buenavista. CEO. Cold-blooded billionaire. Dangerous. And absolutely off-limits. He gave her one rule: Don’t fall in love. But how do you follow that when the devil in a suit suddenly makes you his secret wife? Ngayon, kasal siya sa lalaking hindi puwedeng aminin sa mundo. A ghost bride. A hidden queen. Pero may mga matang nakamasid. Isang larawan ang lumabas—at isang banta ang dumating na kailangan nilang harapin. “Put her back where she belongs… or we will.” As enemies close in, secrets from Gabriel’s past start to resurface—dark, bloody, and lethal. China must decide: is love worth dying for? In a world built on lies, wealth, and power, ang pinaka-delikado palang sandata… ay ang pusong umiibig. Kakayanin bang harapin ng mga puso nila ang mga panganib at bantamg pabugsong sumasalakay sa kanila? But just when they thought they could escape— China vanishes. Nakakawindang.Biglaan. No note. No warning. Just blood on her wedding ring... And a message carved on Gabriel’s penthouse mirror: “You should’ve kept her hidden.”

My back hits the cold glass of the penthouse window, the city glittering a thousand feet below us. Sebastian’s hand is at my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I belong to. “You were talking to him,” he says, voice low, dangerous. His other hand is braced beside my head, caging me in. “You smiled.” “It was just—” “Don’t lie to me, Ocean.” His thumb brushes the hollow of my throat, and my pulse jumps so hard he feels it. “You’re mine. Every glance. Every breath. Every inch of you.” I should be furious. I should tell him I’m not his property. But then his mouth is on mine—rough, consuming, tasting like the whiskey he hasn’t let go of since the gala. I moan before I can stop myself. That’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides to my waist, fingers digging in as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish. The heat between us ignites like dry kindling. It’s dangerous. It’s too much. It’s everything. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark enough to drown in. “One year,” he murmurs. “That was the deal. But you… you’re making me want forever.” And in that moment, I know the worst truth of all— If Sebastian Velez decides to keep me, I won’t even try to run.

I should’ve known better than to fall for Drake Peterson— my boss, my secret, my addiction, and the only man who could ruin me with a whisper. For two forbidden years, I lived a life no one knew about. By day, I was his perfect secretary. By night, I was the woman he kept hidden in his arms, tangled in his sheets, and locked behind a contract that said I would never expect more. I lied. To him. To myself. To the shattered girl staring back at me every morning. Because I did fall for him—hopelessly, stupidly, completely. And then he destroyed me. With one cold conversation, he terminated our arrangement, handed me a monstrous payout, and told me to walk away like I meant nothing. No explanation. No softness. Just an order: “This is the end, Sabrina.” So I erased him. Deleted my social media. Vanished from New York. And used the money he gave me to build something new— Mendoza Luxe, the jewelry empire that turned me into the woman he never thought I could become. I told myself I was over him. Until the day I ran into an old coworker… and learned the truth I was never meant to hear: Drake is bankrupt. He never married his fiancée. And everything he threw away—including me— he did to protect my life. Now the man who once owned every breath I took is falling from the top… and fate is dragging us back into the same fire that burned us alive. Old desire doesn’t fade. Old wounds don’t heal. Old enemies don’t forget. I survived Drake Peterson once. The question is— can we survive the truth that tore us apart?