Penelope Ward

On the fifth year of their marriage, finding the vitamin C her husband bought tasted too bitter, Jeanne Dotson went to the hospital with the bottle. The doctor took one look and frowned. "This isn't vitamin C." "I-I'm sorry, Doctor?" "I could say it a dozen times and it'd still be the same," the doctor replied, pointing at the bottle. "This is Mifepristone. Taking too much of it doesn't just cause infertility—it can do serious harm to your body." Jeanne felt a lump stuck in her throat, and her fingers turned pale from clenching the bottle. "That's impossible. My husband got this for me. His name is Darren Walsh—he's a doctor here too." The doctor looked up at her, his expression turning strange, tinged with something she couldn't quite read. After a pause, he gave a small smile. "Miss, you might want to visit the psych ward instead. We all know Dr. Walsh's wife—she gave birth just two months ago. Don't let your imagination run wild, all right? There's no point."

When I took my five-year-old son, Ethan Drake, for a routine medical checkup, I noticed an additional renal function test listed on the report. “This is a mandatory item for kidney donor matching. Didn’t you know?” the nurse asked. Her explanation left me confused. “The checkup I booked didn’t include this test. Could there have been a mistake?” “There’s no mistake. The appointment was made by Ms. Serena Vaughn. She specifically added this item.” The Serena the nurse mentioned was my wife. At that moment, my sharp eyes caught another form in her hand: [Diagnosis: Polycystic Kidney Disease. Patient: Noah Vaughn. Family: Serena Vaughn.] I immediately called Serena. “The nurse said you scheduled a kidney donor matching test for our son. What’s going on?” There was a three-second pause before she spoke. “The nurse must have made a mistake. I’ve been busy lately. Don’t call me if there’s nothing important.” I smiled and told her I’d do that. Then I turned to the nurse and asked, “Which ward is Noah staying in?”

My fiancé's childhood sweetheart could eat chili peppers like they were nothing, and she even claimed that they tasted sweet. The truth was, whenever she ate something spicy, the heat multiplied a hundred times in my stomach and shrank to almost nothing in hers. That was how she blew up online doing spicy food challenges, pulling in millions of followers in no time. As for me, I ended up with a wrecked stomach and a face covered in breakouts. I had no choice but to ask my fiancé for help. Not only did he refuse, but he also tried to have me committed. "Who still believes in this kind of nonsense? Either see a therapist or go check yourself into a psych ward!" Later, she entered a national spicy eating competition. After downing ten pounds of ghost peppers, she walked away just fine. Meanwhile, I died on the spot from a ruptured stomach. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment Sally Wallaker had just started streaming. I reached out and snatched the utensil from her hand. "I'll take this whole bowl of extra-spicy Cajun wings."

I am a miserable nurse. During the Halloween season, there was a three day break but I was not given any days off. Upset, I decided to join a game featuring a haunted hospital. There was an old man wrapped in IV tubes chasing after a player. I sprinted forward and shoved him into the chair. After effortlessly jabbing the IV line back in him, I told him off, "It’s just an IV drip, not an action movie. Sit. Down. Move again and I’ll strap you to the chair!" The old man did a double take before blinking in a flustered manner. "Sorry for causing you trouble, ma'am." At night, children ghosts began to run and laugh wildly in the corridor. I grabbed one in each hand and hauled them up. "If you’re not going to stay put in the ward, I’ll give you an injection!" Why did I still have to work in a game? I was so tired. The other players cried out, "Clem! That's a ghost. Are you not scared?" I sneered, "Sorry, but burnt-out workers hold more grudges than ghosts ever could."

For centuries, werewolves and Lycans have not been able to coexist. Lycans believed that werewolves are not meant to exist and that they must be destroyed and killed. Both sides were forbidden to have anything to do with each other and failure to adhere to the rules would lead to death or war between both Packs. Those were the rules Liam Simmons was raised under. To follow the rules and punish those who do not obey the rules. Making sure the rules were not broken was part of his plans as the next heir to the Lycan's throne, until he met a helpless girl trapped in a Lycan's trap. What would Liam do to the helpless wolf when his Lycan would do anything to protect his mate?/ Penelope Jenkins never expected to be trapped in this mess while attempting to flee from her attackers. She had planned to take a stroll and then return home, but everything changed when the Lycans attacked and she found herself running for her life, only to end up in one fo the traps with a Lycan staring at her with the desire to kill her. Strangely she found herself being relaxed and yearning for the Lycan in front of her instead of being scared. She couldn't understand what she was feeling, given that they were sworn enemies. Both are unable to control their desires and feelings for one another. But rules are meant to be broken right? Will both of them fight against the rules that have been on for centuries? Will they be able to bring peace to both Packs, or will they be the catalyst for a war?

The past never stays buried forever... The past caught up with Harper Carrington in the cruelest way. After tragedy summoned her home to Virginia's Blue Ridge mountains, she was confronted with another twist of the knife – Wyck, her first love who abandoned her fifteen years before and disappeared off the map. Wyck Ward never planned to see Harper again after her powerful father exiled him from Carrington Ridge. Consumed by the desire for revenge, Wyck spent over a decade systematically destroying the man's corrupt legacy. But with his enemy suddenly dead, Wyck realizes his all-consuming vendetta could cost him what his fractured soul needs - Harper. Join Harper and Wyck as they discover if some hearts are too damaged to ever mend or if even the coldest embers can flare back to life when two fractured souls find the pieces they’ve been missing. If you enjoy small town, second chance romances with complex characters, all the feels, a side of steam, and lots of twisty mountain roads, you'll love this first book in the new Carrington Ridge series.

On my husband's birthday, I poured my heart into preparing a feast and selecting the perfect gift. Yet, he didn't come home. Instead, I received a picture message—a snapshot of him at the hospital, standing outside the OB-GYN ward, his hand resting tenderly on his childhood crush's belly. Beneath the photo, a message read: [The best birthday gift and a symbol of our decade-long bond.] Furious, I called her. "Don't you know he's married?" Before I could say more, my husband snatched the phone and lashed out at me. "Yvonne just wanted to share the joy of becoming a mother. Why are you overreacting? "Yvonne and I have been best friends for over a decade. Your petty jealousy is disgusting!" I once believed his busyness was for our future, but now I knew—he had been busy supporting the girl of his dreams through her pregnancy. Clutching my own stomach, I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling. Ten years of love had drained away. It was time to let go.

"We can't choose who to fall in love with but we can choose to walk away" …. Fay Roy spent four years devoting herself to Teddy Ward and loving him like crazy, never believed he would cheat on her one day. Not Until, Teddy told her about his first love, Celia. And as if that was not heartbreaking enough, Celia was even pregnant for him and Teddy wanted Fay to take care of Celia, because he believed nobody else could do it better than her making her realize that all this years, she was just a replacement for his true love! Fay divorced Teddy and went back to her wealthy family. Unaware to Teddy that she is the daughter of the wealthiest and most powerful Roy family in Blu city and an heiress. When Fay’s true identity is revealed, Teddy goes on his knees begging her to come back to him. “Darling, let’s get back together. I promise to cherish you this time.” He said. But oops! It already too late. Fay is busy being an heiress to even have time for this scumbag again. With a cold smirk, she spat, “Fuck off. I cannot go back to my vomit.”

After discovering her longtime boyfriend cheated on her, Evelyn Hart walks into a blind date arranged by her family angry, heartbroken, and determined to erase the past. Sitting across from a calm, sharply handsome stranger, she blurts out the most reckless idea of her life: “Let’s get married.” To her disbelief, Jesse Ward agrees. Evelyn thinks she’s marrying a stable, ordinary man who might give her a quiet life. What she doesn’t know is that Jesse wasn’t her intended blind date at all and that he’s secretly a powerful billionaire who lives far from the spotlight. As they settle into marriage, unexpected feelings begin to grow. But Jesse seems haunted by something unspoken. And Evelyn can’t understand why he sometimes looks at her like he already knows her. A sudden accident shakes loose a buried memory in Evelyn’s mind: a reckless night years ago, a stranger whose face she never forgot and that face matches her husband’s perfectly. In that instant, everything clicks into place. Their marriage was impulsive. Their meeting was accidental. But their connection? It began long before either of them realized.

For three years, Tamsin Ward believed her marriage was unbreakable. That illusion shatters the moment her husband’s best friend, Isla Parker, returns and quietly begins inserting herself into everything Tamsin once thought was hers. By the time Tamsin realizes what’s happening, her marriage already feels impossible to stay in. When Tamsin asks for a divorce, her husband, James Whitmore is blindsided. He refuses, insisting that he cannot live without her. Desperate and cornered, Tamsin seeks out the most powerful divorce attorney in the country. What she doesn’t expect is to come face-to-face with Leo Price, the first man she ever loved, and the one who vanished from her life without explanation. Tamsin wants nothing to do with Leo. But James and his powerful family leave her no choice. Leo agrees to take her case under one condition: she must date him for three months. No secrets. No distance. No pretending the past never happened. As James tightens his grip and old feelings resurface, Tamsin finds herself trapped between the man who refuses to let her go and the man who once walked away.