Pratt Balcony Trail Novels & Stories

On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amelia Hart watches her perfect wedding crumble in seconds. Just as she reaches the altar, the church doors burst open, and a little girl points at her fiancé. "Daddy… why are you marrying another woman?" Before Ethan can explain, whispers spread through the congregation, cameras begin recording, and Amelia walks away with a shattered heart. The world believes Ethan has been living a double life. Amelia believes it too. But when the mysterious little girl disappears without a trace and her mother is found missing, Amelia uncovers a trail of lies that stretches back decades. Every answer leads to another secret, and every secret brings her closer to a truth someone is willing to kill to protect. Was Ethan the man who betrayed her... Or were they both carefully chosen as pawns in a much darker game? As love collides with deception, Amelia must decide whether to trust the man she left at the altar, or risk losing the truth forever.

Sage can't hide her magic... ...or her baby bump Witches and Lycans don't mix. At least, they're not supposed to. But secret hybrid Sage is proof they do, and so is the cub growing inside her, and now her alpha lover knows everything. Her only choice is to run. Their one night of passion wasn't supposed to end with any ties. (Or surprises like his wild wolf woman was also a witch.) Nikko had said as much that night. As alpha, of all people, he couldn't break pack law to take a hybrid as his mate--much less sire lycan-w itch cubs! Could he? Then Sage runs, with his seed growing inside her, and all he can think about is protecting his family... No matter what. Even if it means exile forever from his pack and all Nikko's ever known...he must find Sage and his child before the trail runs cold, and so does his heart.

When there was nothing more to burn, the Lockhearts continued to slaughter werewolves, leaving behind a trail of bodies across pack borders. On her eighteenth birthday, Olivia Sav hunted for the guy she'd lose her virginity to, but he had his sights on her first. When the morning sun lit up the Inn, she realized that she had gotten into bed with Nathaniel Lockheart— the son nobody had met, but the rumors traveled far: a bloodthirst stronger than that of his father. Olivia swore vengeance for her people and promised his death before he disappeared. Not to be seen for four years, at the Ruby Ball, where a few chosen girls participated in a once-in-a-decade event to change their fates. Only this choice wasn't Olivia's to make. When she received the invitation, she had a feeling she knew who'd sent it. They bear the same darkness within. Two fates are woven together in a cruel game of power and lust, but only one can survive. A paranormal dark romance🖤

“Just who is the woman behind that mask?” It’s no lie that Evangeline Laendler is one of the best con artists around. The trail of devastated moneybags who are both heartbroken and near bankruptcy because of her is enough proof. It’s all owed to her impeccable skills of switching through disguises and emanating the characteristics that her targets want to see. But this was not the life she and her dear brother had wanted for Evangeline. So when a high-priced opportunity to retire early suddenly comes, Evangeline accepts it. It was easy anyway. Seduce the billionaire heir, sway him to do terrible things so he doesn’t inherit the company, break his heart, then leave. Easy. It’s not like there was more to this guy’s story, right? What was unknown to her was just how messy and tangled this new job was, revealing secrets that even she never knew about her life. In any case, she will keep fighting to keep the facade on. Although this time, someone might just be able to unveil the real Evangeline hiding underneath.

On my seventh wedding anniversary, I personally whip up a nice feast. But my husband, Davis Stark, only takes a few bites before telling me that he has something urgent to deal with at the company. I trail behind him the whole time, only to witness him walk into a fancy banquet hall, where a banquet is being held for his newborn fraternal twins. Davis even produces a black card and gives it to his secretary, Sonia Robertson, in a solemn manner. "Thank you for your hard work, Sonia. In the future, I will give all of my assets to the children." Sonia's expression lights up immediately. Then, she presses her lips against Davis' happily. "It's an honor to be able to give birth to your children, Mr. Stark." I let out a cold chuckle as I open the banquet hall's door. I want to see how on earth is Sonia capable of giving birth to Davis' children when he's already infertile, to begin with.

After I refused to donate my uterus to my older sister, Madeline Holloway, my childhood sweetheart grew to hate me. He plotted to send me into the bed of the top heir of Highcrest's elite circle. The heir's desires were intense, but he despised women who threw themselves at him. Everyone waited to see my downfall. Instead, he spoiled me beyond measure. Three years into our marriage, he loved getting his hands on me whenever he could—the balcony, the kitchen, the car, even at glamorous banquets. I could barely step into the restroom before he'd follow, pinning me against the sink. We never used contraception. Alas, I never got pregnant. It wasn't until the day I went to the hospital, thinking I might be expecting, that I overheard his conversation with the doctor. "Winston, you had me secretly transplant Madison's uterus into her sister three years ago. Now you want me to lie and tell her she's infertile? How can you be so cruel to a woman who loves you?" "I had no choice. Madeline's marriage will be on the rocks if she can't bear children. Madison's uterus was the only match." The familiar male voice sounded so icy and unrecognizable just then. That was when I realized the love and salvation I trusted without question were nothing but another lie. If that was the case… it was time for me to make my exit.

I’ve always felt like Travis Chancer was forced to marry me. Every time we were intimate at night, he’d rather use his hand to get me off than actually have sex with me. I got more and more disappointed and decided to divorce him. But the night before I printed the papers, I heard him on the balcony talking to his buddies. “Bro, I’m not trying to be nosy, but you’re obviously dying for it. Why won’t you touch her? The perfect woman is right there. It must feel amazing.” “Women can’t stand being ignored. If you keep bottling it up, she’ll eventually run off with another man, and you’ll regret it.” He took a quiet sip of whiskey. “But her skin is so delicate, and her waist is so slim… she’s so sensitive. What if I lose control and scare her? “She’s my woman. I have to be careful. If she wants to find comfort elsewhere, she can. As long as she’s still willing to come home, I’ll keep spoiling her.” They snorted. “Don’t act like a saint, man. If you’ve got the guts, stop secretly posting on Reddit.” Late that night, I quietly opened Travis’s browser history. A full hundred entries. The pinned post read: “I finally married the girl I’ve loved for years, but I have a very high sex drive. How can I make her enjoy it without leaving psychological scars?”…

Everyone in my family knew I was a Bond-Seeker with ninety-nine lives. And still, not one of them loved me. During the holiday, I woke up early making breakfast for my family. My mother threw it all angrily. “You filthy little curse. Don’t dirty my kitchen.” When my father was hospitalized after a car accident, I stayed by his bed for three days and three nights. The moment he woke up, he grabbed the IV bottle beside him and smashed it against my head. “Was killing your twin sister not enough for you? Now you want me dead too?” I used my scholarship money to buy my elder brother a brand-new laptop. He threw it straight off the balcony and watched it shatter on the ground below. “I’m not using anything bought with a cursed girl’s money. I don’t want it shortening my life.” On my eighteenth birthday, I handed a love letter to Ethan Whitmore, the boy next door I had secretly loved for years. He tore it to pieces right in front of me. “What, were you hoping to trade my feelings for points? Get lost, Natalie. I don’t want you getting me killed.” In the end, the System ruled that my bond had failed. Then it took my life back. I thought no one would grieve for me. But before it disappeared, the System spent the last of its energy broadcasting every memory I had across every major platform.

Java, 1586. The martial world is thrown into chaos when a string of brutal murders claims some of its most powerful masters. The killer leaves behind a chilling signature, calling himself Pangeran Langit, the Prince of the Sky. Elsewhere, another predator stalks the land. A bringer of death known only as Tanpa Aran, Nameless. Freshly returned to the Sultanate of Pasir after wandering the eastern territories, Wisnumurti finds himself racing against time to stop both killers before their trail of blood reaches his homeland, Mount Cakrabuana. But his mission unravels when Jaladri—eager for a taste of adventure—is abducted by Suwung Saketi and Remak, two deranged martial artists with a horrifying appetite for cooking and eating human flesh. As the world teeters on the brink of disaster with the rise of a terrifying devil-worshiping sect, Wisnumurti and his companions are drawn into a deadly conspiracy rooted in a blood-soaked past. Secrets long buried begin to surface, dragging countless lives into their wake. If they fail to uncover the truth before it's too late, Pasir will descend into slaughter once again—and become the perfect hunting ground for those Darkness worshippers.

On the eve of the wedding, my younger sister Ellie ended up in my fiancé's bed because she was drunk. Afterward, she ran up to the rooftop, crying and shouting at me. "Amy, I drank too much. I have no idea why I woke up next to Brad... I swear it wasn't on purpose!" In my previous life, Brad firmly took my hand, completely disregarded Ellie, and completed our wedding together. However, I found out after the wedding that Ellie had passed away. She had leaped from the rooftop, dying during the time we were holding our wedding ceremony. Her fiancé rushed into our villa with a gun, wanting to take revenge for Ellie. To protect me, Brad was shot in his shoulder. As the don of the largest mafia family in Napoles, Brad used thunderous methods to settle this matter. He showered me with love and affection for the remainder of our days, while Ellie’s passing seemed to fade away without a trace. When I opened my eyes again, my younger sister Ellie was standing on the balcony, crying and shouting that she would jump down to prove her innocence. Before I could recover my senses, Brad took a large stride forward, holding Ellie tightly in his embrace. "Don't jump, I'll marry you!" His face was full of devotion, as if holding a treasure lost and found again. His different choice let me know that Brad had also returned, and this time he chose Ellie.