Political Thrillers

When I get reborn, I quietly change the name of the man I want to marry the most to the hedonistic playboy in the neighborhood. My dad, who's a political officer, is quite surprised to see the change, but he still accepts my choice. In my previous life, when Dad asked me who I liked the most among the young men of the military housing office, I uttered Judd Garrison's name with scarlet cheeks. Dad nodded. "Judd is your childhood friend, not to mention our families are compatible in terms of social standing and wealth. You two have grown up together since you were kids, so I believe he will treat you well." Later on, Judd and I got engaged and married. Our wedding was a fancy and high-profile one to the point that even the political leader gave us his blessings. But Judd was quick to submit an application to help defend the border half a year into our marriage. He claimed that he wanted to contribute to the country with his efforts. Not only did he abandon me, leaving me to take care of my in-laws on my own, but he also cut off contact with me when Dad was falsely accused of being corrupted. Just as I thought I couldn't function anymore after suffering from the pain wrought upon me by Dad's death, I received the tragic news that Judd had died in a mountain flood as well. Thanks to the devastation caused by both pieces of bad news, I ended up taking my own life by hanging myself. What I didn't expect was that a gray-haired, elderly couple would visit my grave to pay respects to me 40 years after my death. Judd, who should've been dead, had an arm wrapped around my cousin, Megan Whitlock, as they stood before my grave. "It's my fault for faking my death and lying to you, Julie. Back then, I had to marry you in order to fulfill my parents' request. Megan has always been the woman that I truly love. "This is all my fault, Julie. I just hope that you can stop pestering Megan from now on. If you really are resentful, you're free to direct your resentment at me." To think that they loved each other to this extent… Judd was willing to give up on his identity and fake his death in order to get out of his life with me so that he could stay with Megan forever. He even clung to the superstition that my postmortem resentment was the reason behind Megan's cancer. Having found out about the truth, I let go of my obsession and faded into nothing. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Dad asks me who I like the most.

Arielle Wren didn’t die a hero; she died as a sacrifice. On the day of her wedding, her own fiancé Alpha Damian drove a dagger into her heart. It wasn’t a crime of passion, but a sacred ritual demanded by the Inquisition to seal the coming Blood Eclipse. Tossed into the Void Chasm, Arielle was supposed to be erased from existence. But Arielle refused to fade. She crawled out of hell not as a human, nor as a werewolf, but as a "Glitch" a Hybrid anomaly fusing mortal blood with the devouring power of the Void. She is the only being in existence unbound by the Moon Oath, the absolute divine law that enslaves all werewolves to their gods. Returning to the surface with black eyes and a burning vendetta, Arielle crosses paths with Lycian, the ruthless Alpha King of the North. Lycian doesn’t offer her love or salvation; he offers a transaction. He needs a weapon capable of killing his political rivals without triggering the Oath, and Arielle needs a shield against the Inquisitors hunting her down. This isn’t a story about finding a soulmate. It’s a story about breaking fate. Arielle doesn’t just want to kill Damian. She intends to climb to the heavens and kill the "Moon" itself—the divine system that sanctioned her murder. Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance, Urban Fantasy, Revenge.

In the Nightfang Clan, Asha Ravenshade is a ghost. she is a "living curse" born of a forbidden union between an Alpha and a condemned witch. For twenty-two years, she has survived on scraps and shadows, her burgeoning magic suppressed by fear. But the moon has a different plan. Everything changes during a border ambush when Asha finds Kael Varynx, the cold and lethal Alpha of the rival Silvercrest Clan, bleeding out under a broken oak. One touch of her hand triggers an explosion of moonfire that heals his fatal wounds and awakens a bond that shouldn’t exist. The verdict: Mates. Accused of treason by her own pack and hunted for the power she doesn't understand, Asha is traded like a political pawn to the enemy she just saved. But Kael is a man of strategy, not sentiment. While the mate bond pulls them together with an agonizing intensity, a centuries-old prophecy begins to unravel the world around them. As the Blood Moon approaches, Asha’s true identity is weaponized by the man who hates her most: her own father, Alpha Darian Blackthorn. With two clans on the brink of war and a land reacting violently to her presence, Asha must choose: Will she remain the ash of her father’s sins, or will she become the Moonbound queen destined to bring the Alphas to their knees?

It was my twentieth birthday. My father presented me with the photos of many rich heiresses across the nation. He wanted me to pick the one to have a political marriage with. I told him I wanted to leave that in the hands of fate. Why? In my previous life, I picked Rachel Osborne, an heiress from Shampton. And I did that without hesitation. After we got married, I found out her true love, Zacharias Newman, had gotten himself drunk at a bar. The reason? He was heartbroken that we got married. And while he was drunk, a robber mugged him and cut off his hand's tendons. He tried to kill himself three times, and who did my wife blame? Me. She extracted my family's assets and gave them all to her beloved. My family was left as an empty husk. And she let him cut our brake lines. Thanks to him, my family and I died in a horrifying car crash. This was my second life. This time, I chose Seraphina Oliviera, an heiress from Fortunopolis. She was someone who couldn't care less about worldly matters and was a God-fearing woman. Eventually, I showed up at the engagement with Seraphina, but that apparently drove Rachel mad.

“How did you make the alpha smile?” “Huh?” I did what?” “He doesn’t feel any emotions. And… of all the women, it was you who caught his eye. A lowly maid.” I blinked at the question; not a single answer registered in my head. I’ve only heard rumors about the Alpha. A lot of hearsay about his political power, charisma, and his battle skills. In death battles, he always wins. But he disappears for a long time afterwards. Some say it’s because his wounds don’t heal as fast—or they don’t heal at all. I am not so sure. But the only known fact is… He doesn’t feel anything! Happiness? Pain? Love? Hurt? And… what about pleasure? Does he enjoy having sex then? *** “The alpha is dying… You must heal him.” I am no healer. I am just a normal female wolf serving the pack mansion to pay my family’s debt. How could I become the alpha’s healer? “Then be my slut, so you can be of use.” I swear I will have my revenge. Despite being cursed to feel nothing, I will make sure you will ache for me in all the ways possible, Alpha Kirion.

Ioana has never had it easy. As the wolfless omega of the Redmoon Pack, she’s been a constant reminder to everyone of what she isn’t. Shunned by her parents, humiliated by her packmates, and heartbroken by the Alpha’s cruel rejection, she feels like nothing but a ghost in a world that doesn’t want her. But then, in a cruel twist of fate, she becomes the mate of Alessandro Bianchi, the ruthless High Prince of the New Moon Kingdom, who doesn’t want her either. When Ioana’s pack offers her to Alessandro as a political pawn, everything spirals out of control. The mate bond pulls them together, but Ioana refuses to be a pawn—she flees. Alone and desperate, she discovers an ancient bloodstone that unlocks her magical heritage. But her peace is short-lived as Alessandro forces her into marriage, marking her as his captive. On the day of his coronation, Ioana’s true power is revealed, and she stands by his side as the rightful queen—but even that isn’t enough to stop the betrayal that lurks around every corner. With the pack, her family, and even Alessandro’s own secrets threatening to tear them apart, Ioana must fight for her throne, her identity, and the love she’s not sure she can trust.

"You can never run away from me Cristina, never," were his words. And she was ready to prove them wrong. So to save herself from a dog she sold herself to a lion. Cristina DeCarlo, a young actress, was living a life under the clutches of Vincenzo La Russo, a political leader who was anything but a dog. On a fateful night, she broke all his boundaries and ran away only to fall into the hand of a man who was none other than the biggest Mafia in the country. Roman Scuderi, a mafia lord who was hidden in the shadows yet just the initials of his name were enough to shake the world. A man feared by all. But she was ready to make a deal with him as long as he could protect her from Vincenzo. ###Excerpt### "Why did you cage me?" Cristina asked the man who was sitting in front of her, watching her as she stood in the sexy black dress holding the iron bars of the cage she was in. At her words, he stood up and walked up to her. "Because I'm afraid if I don't, you, my little dove will ascend too high in heaven where this devil can't reach you," he replied in his sexy voice and pulled her towards him to share a kiss.

She’s the only one who can tame the beast—who knew a werewolf who can’t shift could hold so much power?” **** Sofia Santos has never wanted a crown, a kingdom, or a vampire prince. But when her parents agree to an arranged marriage to unite werewolves and vampires, she’s dragged away from her life—and the boyfriend she just dumped—to become the future wife of the ruthless Prince Victor Dragomire. The worst part? She can’t stand him. Arrogant. Beautiful. Impossible. To make matters worse, Victor’s jealous ex-lovers have hexed her, cursing her every step in the vampire court. Sofia is determined to break every hex on her own—until Victor starts helping her. Protecting her. And looking at her like she’s something more than a political pawn. As Sofia digs into the secrets buried within the Dragomire dynasty, she discovers she wasn’t chosen by accident. There is something ancient, dangerous, and tied to her very existence, something Victor has been trying to shield her from. But when the girl who planned to escape back to her old life begins to fall for the prince she’s hated for years, Sofia learns that her love may be the key to saving the kingdom… or destroying it.

Framed and betrayed by her mate, shamed by her Pack, and abused by her own family, Anora’s life takes a painful turn. She’s traded to replace another as the betrothed wife to the formidable Alpha King, Alpha Dane of Blackburn—a man with a dreadful reputation. Forced under a false identity, Anora is bound to a stranger every other Alpha fears. To be his bride, a bargaining chip in an arranged, loveless marriage, Anora is warned by Dane of the cold consequences of their union. Alpha Dane, inhumanely handsome yet cold-hearted, wants neither marriage nor affection. Yet, by duty, he’s bound as Alpha to a political marriage for power and an heir. He gives her a chance to call it off, but trapped in an impossible situation by her ex-mate, Alpha Liam’s blackmail (with her mother’s life hanging in the balance), Anora has no choice but to live the lie, even if it means sacrificing her happiness forever. But in the forced proximity between two opposite souls, what happens when a desperate beauty clashes with a heart of stone? When affection, a forbidden attribute, begins to burn? What happens when Alpha Dane finds the truth about his bride’s true identity and the lies she’s tricked him into believing? In the end, does Anora’s story explode in her face? Can love, a bond, be born out of deception, or is their destined bond doomed to crumble?

In a kingdom where loving him is treason…he kissed me like it was war.. “Why the hell do you care?!”. Iver’s voice trembled, more ache than anger. The Alpha king was the last man he expected to worry about him, especially as an exiled head warrior. Faiz’s control slipped, as he took a tentative step towards him. “What am I to you? Huh?!”. Iver’s voice rose up a notch. “You…you are…”. Faiz faltered, then snapped. “Fuck it!”. In a heartbeat, he was pinned to the wall, Faiz gripping his face with both hands, like a treasure he would kill to keep. Faiz crashed his lips to his. The kiss was desperate, addictive and utterly forbidden. Nothing existed except the heat between them, as time fractured. An exiled warrior. A ruthless Alpha king. A forbidden bond one can neither escape. Faiz rules with an iron hand, and a heart frozen by duty. But the moment Iver’s defiant eyes meet his, control shatters. Every brush of skin feels like surrender… Political unrest mounts within shadows as enemies circle closer. Yet the greatest danger was behind closed doors- when the Alpha king stops fighting his desires, and Iver stops pretending the bond doesn’t matter… But in Drathmoor loyalty is a weapon and love between two men is forbidden…