Sharp Objects

For three years, we held a wedding in name only—my husband, Kit Rutgers, a pilot, canceled our marriage registration eighteen times. The first time, his female trainee, Katy Ferguson, had a test flight. I waited outside the county clerk’s office the whole day. The second time, he got a call from her mid-drive, made a sharp U-turn, and left me standing on the side of the road. After that, every time we planned to make it official, some crisis with Katy mysteriously arose. Eventually, I chose to walk away. But the moment I boarded a plane to Solara, he lost his mind—and chased me there.

the talks of war, secrets to unravel, retribution awaiting in the corner, and a curse to break. Will the resolve of the mated soul prevail? or will the horror of the past once haunt the harmony again? Nevertheless, Wajan has only one answer. Her dagger, and her sharp fangs. Yet, she must be wise as to where she points the end of her blade, or else it might cost her the heart of the Lakanni Rajanuk, the mighty Alpha chieftain of the Tagar tribe. The Moon sees everything. Will they be strong enough to endure the trials and save themselves from the curse of the Moon and unite the tribes again to their former glory? or will they repeat the forsaken history that will unleash chaos into the scared land? "It rests upon you, child."

She swore off the rink the night her ex, ice hockey’s golden boy, broke her heart in front of the school. Ice was for scars, not second chances. But everything changes when a mysterious transfer student shows up, a brooding goalie with a record as dark as his past and a smile sharp enough to cut. His deal is simple. Pretend to date him, and he’ll help her win the scholarship that could rewrite her future. But as sparks ignite and secrets unravel, she finds herself caught between old wounds and new temptations. Is he just another player in a dangerous game… or the one person who could change everything?

“Elara.” Her name was a warning, a plea as she turned in his arms. “Your brothers—” “Aren’t here.” She reached up, and his sharp inhale of breath as her fingertips grazed the sharp line of his jaw made her smile, “It’s just us both tonight.” She saw the moment the last thread of control he was holding onto snapped, and the next moment he was sliding his hand into her hair, pulling her closer before his lips crashed against hers with a force that stole her breath. Her brothers would probably kill him if they found their sister tangled up with their friends but she didn’t care. Just tonight - she would unapologetically take the one thing her body has been yearning for. 🌸🌸🌸🌸 He was her fated mate. Her brothers’ best friend. And absolutely forbidden. One accidental murder shattered Elara’s human life and revealed the truth, and awakened a truth buried in her blood for nineteen years. She is no ordinary girl. She's a werewolf princess with a kingdom to reclaim and a dangerously attractive beta who makes her wolf sing….literally. But Thorne is off-limits: her overprotective brothers would exile or kill him for touching her, yet the pull between them is undeniable, primal and intoxicating leading to stolen glances and of course stolen nights of pleasure. As if surviving her awakening and being placed with the burden of saving a kingdom wasn’t hard enough, Elara discovers a darker threat: An aunt who wants her dead. Now she must navigate her new identity, fight for her throne and resist a forbidden bond that could either save her… Or destroy her.

Tate flirts with danger the same way he flirts with men. Recklessly. So when his father’s debts land him in the hands of Enzo Moretti, a cold-blooded mafia boss with a smile as sharp as his threats, Tate should be terrified. Instead, he flirts harder, hiding sharp eyes behind thick glasses like he doesn’t see the monster watching him. But he does. He always did. Enzo is no ordinary criminal. He’s a werewolf with a body built to break, a past soaked in blood, and a temper barely kept in check. Tate is supposed to be collateral—silent, obedient, forgotten. But Tate? He’s loud, shameless, stubborn enough to make Enzo feel. For months, they circle each other—clashing, teasing, burning. Enzo should’ve killed him, but instead, he steals him. Holds him. Breaks him open until their craving for each other twists between punishment and pleasure, until need feels like worship, and pain starts to taste like love. Then, when Tate thinks he’s escaped, when he thinks he’s free—Enzo lets him go. When someone else tries to take what’s already his, Enzo doesn’t hesitate. He drags Tate back, and now the boy wears his name, carries his ring, and sleeps in his bed. Maybe Tate should hate him. But he doesn’t. Because he never wanted gentle. He never wanted safe. He wanted this—blinding, consuming desire. And Enzo? He doesn’t let go. Not when he’s tasted him. Marked him. Owned him. Because monsters like him don’t share. Not even with their own blood.

After my sister's death, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, Horton Falcone. I became the stepmother to my five-year-old nephew, Luca. On my birthday, I wore my late sister's diamond cross necklace, not realizing what it was. At the family dinner, Luca walked up to me with a glass of red wine and threw the wine in my face. The red wine dripped down my cheeks, its sharp scent stinging my eyes and staining my white dress. He tilted his head back to look up at me, his eyes as cold and cruel as his father's. "Don't think you can replace my mom just because you married into the Falcone family," he said with a malicious grin. "You're the reason she's dead." "I wish you were the one who died. Then I could smash your gravestone instead of celebrating this stupid birthday." "I swear, when I grow up, the first thing I'll do is dump you in the Hudson River myself!" The memory stung as sharply as the wine, and all I could taste was despair. I stared at the child I had spent five years raising as my own, a sharp pain pulsing in my chest. I had thought I could devote myself to the Falcone family, that I could win him over with my love. But now, I was just so tired of it all. It was a family with no love, a child who saw me as his mortal enemy. I stopped deluding myself. It was time to let go. But after I left, that arrogant father and son came crawling back to me like whipped dogs, begging for my forgiveness.

Lily Harper never thought that one night would ruin her life. After leaving a high-profile event with Liam Montgomery who is a cold, ruthless billionaire-scandal bursts, branding him as his secret lover. To protect his empire and reputation, Liam forces Lily into a contract engagement that he cannot refuse. Stuck in the world of luxury and lies, Lily fights to clean her name by facing Lyam's snowy walls and sharp words. But when they navigate the web of deception, the spark starts flying. When the burial secrets come to light, whatever they have created, they are in danger, Lily must decide: walk away or fight for a love that she ever expected.

Wayne is haunted by his dark past and has shut himself off from the world, hiding his secrets and becoming a loner in school. But everything changes when he rescues April, a blonde girl, from a group of dangerous female gangsters. As he tries to navigate his newfound friendship with April, he meets Jill, a bold and confident black-haired girl who has a sharp tongue and a softer heart. Despite her teasing demeanor, Jill is secretly in love with Wayne and is determined to break down his walls and help him find the love and peace he so desperately seeks. Join Wayne on a journey filled with danger, heartache, and ultimately, a chance at redemption and true love in this thrilling tale.

Bridget's lips curled slightly into a satisfied smirk. “We’ll see. Start the car and drive me to the city.” “Yes, ma’am,” Hans said as he opened the passenger door for her. As the car pulled out of the mansion’s long driveway, Bridget couldn’t help but notice Hans's composure. His movements were precise, his demeanor calm. “You drive well,” she remarked. “Thank you, ma’am,” Hans replied without breaking his focus on the road. Bridget tilted her head, studying him. “Why become a driver?” she asked suddenly. Hans hesitated for a moment. “Personal reasons, ma’am.” “Hmm. You’re full of secrets, aren’t you?” Bridget teased, though her tone carried genuine curiosity. Somehow, she wanted to know the deepest of the deepest of his driver. That's how it works for her. Maybe. Before Hans could reply, she noticed a black SUV trailing close behind them. Her instincts, sharp as ever, kicked in. “Hans, speed up,” she commanded. “We’re being followed.” “Yes, ma’am,” Hans said, immediately accelerating, maintaining his composed demeanor, and his expertise in driving. The black SUV matched their pace, confirming Bridget's suspicion. “Lose them,” she ordered, gripping her seatbelt. Hans’s hands moved deftly across the wheel, taking sharp turns and expertly navigating the highway. Bridget watched in amazement, realizing he was no ordinary driver. “Who are you, really?” she asked, her voice low and filled with intrigue. “Just your driver, ma’am,” Hans replied with a faint smile.

Jeanne Thalcobs, a young, smart beautiful girl life changes when she attains the age of 20. Jeanne is a sharp mouthed, crazy, rebellious and spoilt daughter of a middle class family. She loves singing and also greatly skilled in martial arts and combat. Her life changes for the better when she joins the country's famous "TALENT SCOUTS INSTIUTE" where she meets Alexander Sigmud, 26 years of age. A handsome but introverted cold hut. He's claimed as the leader of the "TALENT SCOUTS INSTITUTE.." She meets him and couldn't hide her behaviour. What will happen when two different personalities clash? Who's the secret spy? And what is the dangerous past that is harmful or should not be recalled.