Snow Killer

Jasmine became a human-robot dead to emotions, the night her parents were murdered in cold blood right in front of her. She was a killer, the type that tempts a man with her body, entices him with her siren-like voice, and then drives a blade into his chest sending him to his Creator. When her uncle and the only family she had is killed by the Governor she sought out to get him in the only way she knows how to, but her plan falls through as she discovered he wasn't in the least interested in her body. In between being his assistant, sharing a floor with him, and wondering why he had such a cold blank look that made her shiver, he slowly was beginning to work his way into a piece of her anatomy she could swear she had tossed into a dumpster - Her heart. Now Jasmine must choose between revenging her uncle's death or try figuring out if there was more to the hardcore desire she felt for a man she was supposed to hate with her being.

Five years ago, Sera Blackwood walked away from the only man she ever loved—and the pack that wanted her dead. Now she's back in Crimson Hollow, and Dante Silverclaw, the alpha who let her go, isn't the same broken wolf she left behind. He's harder. Colder. And he has exactly thirty days to find a mate before the pack council forces him to marry someone else. Someone who isn't his true mate. When a series of brutal murders rocks the supernatural community, Sera finds herself working alongside the man who still owns her heart. But the killer isn't just targeting random victims—they're hunting wolves who know the truth about why Sera really ran. As the blood moon rises, Sera must choose between protecting the secret that could destroy Dante's pack or claiming the second chance at love that might cost them both their lives.

It's my seventh year of secretly dating Liam Ferguson, my brother's friend. We're about to have our marking ceremony soon. I happily prepare for it, wanting to surprise him. However, during a gathering with friends, I accidentally overhear something. "If you ask me, there's no denying Alpha Liam's good looks and charm. To think he managed to make the Silver Snow pack's Alpha's sister his stand-in lover and bed partner!" "What are you going to do with Maya now that Nina's back, Liam? Andrew won't let you off the hook if he finds out you've been fooling around with his sister…" The following day, Liam takes me to Nina White's welcome-back party. He's gentle, considerate, and affectionate with me. His love for me seems so deep that I wonder whether I'm imagining things. Then, Nina "accidentally" spills scalding soup on my arm and runs out in tears. I'm the injured one, but she feels wronged. However, Liam shoves me aside and runs after her in a panic. I return home with a burned arm and open the door to the basement—Liam has never allowed me in there. I see Nina's photos plastered on the walls. There are even photos of them doing the deed in various positions. He looks so wild. I call Andrew with a heart full of despair. "I've made up my mind about the marriage with the Alpha heir of the Storm Tribe. I'll do it!"

During a company team-building event, I collapse from a seafood allergy. Yet my fiance, Frederick Scott, rushes Beatrice Sutton, who only twisted her ankle, to the hospital. I come close to dying because I don't get treatment in time. Later, Frederick explains, "Beatrice is my best friend's sister. He's seriously ill now, and I promised him I'd take care of his sister. I swear I'll keep my distance from her from now on." This isn't the first time I've heard an excuse like that. On our fifth anniversary, Beatrice accidentally deleted a work file and burst into tears out of worry. When Frederick heard about it, he left me stranded on a mountain and drove back to the office himself. I spent a whole day and night walking home through the rain. On Christmas, Beatrice's house lost power. Frederick was worried that she might be scared of being alone, and he rushed over to her place without even telling me, leaving me out in the snow waiting for him until dawn. These kinds of things have happened countless times. Afterward, he always brushes them off with the same excuse. I've long since lost all faith in him and no longer believe a single word he says. I pick up my phone and call the company that keeps reaching out to me. "I've decided to accept your offer from last time. I'll bring the core technology with me."

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."

Isadora didn’t want to come to Ashwyck Academy. It wasn’t the haunting towers or the iron gates that unnerved her. It wasn’t the students—dark, beautiful, terrifying things cloaked in magic and menace. It was what it meant. Coming here was a last resort. A whispered admission from her parents that something was wrong with her. That despite being born of a temptress and a mind-bending killer, despite all the bloodlines and rituals and whispered prophecies—Isadora was still painfully, tragically human. She was quiet, clever, and careful. Not powerful. Not wicked. Not like the others. Her parents called it “late blooming.” The High Table called it “defective.” But no one said it out loud. Instead, they tucked her into Ashwyck like a final gamble and hoped the academy could awaken whatever dark inheritance slumbered beneath her skin. She hadn’t wanted to come. She still doesn’t belong. But Ashwyck has its own secrets. And Isadora is about to discover that the parts of her she’s most afraid of are the ones they’ve been waiting for.

“You should worship me.” He whispers, as the heat of his breath caresses her ear. Her voice betrays her as her emotions go wild. Words fail to fall from her lips as feelings that she never knew she could feel envelops her. At that moment, she knew that she was never getting free from His Ungodly Touch. What had she gotten herself in? .......... After her life being spared by a serial killer and watching her entire family die before her eyes, a young orphan female is rescued by a stranger and is tossed from one foster home to another; and when she finally decides to take vengeance, her emotions gets the most of her and she goes down a path that she can never return from; she becomes an assassin. But when she is sent to killed a well-known CEO, her trajectory changes. Instead of wiping his existence from the earth, she gets entangled in the arms of this desperate and soulful CEO.

Our third anniversary trip to Hawaii was supposed to be a new beginning—just me, Tom, and our son. But then she showed up. Blair. Our single, sexy neighbor with a killer smile and a suitcase full of charm. I thought she was just tagging along. I was wrong. One night, I overheard her hiss, “Why the hell didn’t you just let her die?” That’s when it hit me—Blair wasn’t just having an affair with my husband. She had planned to let me drown in the tsunami. I survived. But I kept quiet. I decided to play dumb—to smile, to act fragile, to stay close—for my son’s sake. I needed to know what they really wanted… and how far they’d go. Then, on my son Noah’s birthday, he made a wish. “I want Aunty Blair to be my new mommy.” The candles flickered. My heart cracked. Had Blair already replaced me?

Ash Parker is a rare scholar at elite Saint Blaise's Academy (SBA). She's a good kid, just trying to get by in school, despite being a social outcast among her affluent peers. Just before her 18th birthday, a sudden transformation turns her life upside-down. Her werewolf blood is awakened and she gains the ability to shapeshift into a terrible beast. Hunter Guzman is a handsome boy who's popular at the Academy. As the sole heir of a rich and powerful clan, he's got everything going for him: killer looks, athleticism, charisma, and influence. He's also secretly a werewolf, descended from a strong, noble line of Lycidae. The two accidentally encounter each other on a hunt and form a fast bond. Ash thinks that being with Hunter will help her understand and control her newfound abilities. On the other hand, Hunter thinks that he and Ash are the One True Pairing that will save the Lycans from extinction. Is there a middle ground for two wolf kids trying to navigate love and transformation?

Tennyson had the ability to think like a killer at iyon ang naging daan upang makilala niya si Alvin Montemayor; a Special Agent and NBI’s most prized profiler. He’d asked for her assistance to a case na hawak nito and because of the attraction she felt for him ay hindi niya natanggihan ang binata. Tennyson allowed Alvin to experiment, allowed him into her life, into her heart, and even into her bed. But Tennyson’s betrayal at ang madilim na katotohanang nadiskubre ni Alvin sa dalaga ang naging dahilan upang agad siyang takasan nito. Now, another small town is being terrorized by an anonymous murderer and Tennyson needs to race against time upang patunayan kay Alvin na wala siyang connection sa mga pagpatay na nangyayari sa lugar na pinagtataguan niya—even if it means they have to trust each other again… and even if it meant their lives will be once again put in the line.