Spring Hill Blues

It was the apocalypse. A zombie apocalypse. We should've been running for our lives, but my girlfriend, Yvonne Brown, refused to. She wanted to buy as much time as she could for her incompetent childhood friend, Yves Claude, to hop into the last helicopter that would take survivors away. But the retreat was our group's only way to survive in this apocalypse. Yves was not showing up anytime soon. I had no choice but to knock her out and drag her into the chopper. And Yves, the one she could never seem to forget, died in the swarm of undead. I, however, survived thanks to what I did. Yvonne and I lived happily in a safe zone. And then that fateful day came. I was going to take over the territory and lead humanity on an attack against the zombies. The night before that decisive strike, Yvonne spiked my water with anesthetics. When I was caught helpless, she tossed me into the horde of zombies. The swarm of undead tore my flesh open, and the pain killed me. Yvonne? She stood on the wall coldly, a sneer decorating her lips. "Yves could've lived, but you took that chance away from him! You selfish monster, you killed Yves! I will make you suffer what he suffered! You'll pay for it with your life!" Death took me, but it tossed me all the way back to the day of the retreat. The day Yvonne adamantly insisted on waiting for Yves. Well, if she was so happy to live through a world like this with her friend, who am I to say no? I would grant her that wish, even if she would end up as zombie food.

“You were never meant to love me, Elena,” Alexander said coldly. “This marriage was always about settling a score.” “And I was never meant to find out, was I?” she shot back, her voice shaking with anger and heartbreak. Elena Spears, a gifted artist with humble beginnings, never imagined her life would be upended by an arranged marriage to Alexander Wells, a powerful and enigmatic billionaire. To the outside world, their union is a perfect fairytale. But behind the gilded facade lies a devastating truth: Alexander’s love is a lie, and their marriage is the key to his meticulously planned revenge against her father—the man responsible for his family’s ruin. As Elena’s kindness and passion begin to unravel the cold walls Alexander has built around his heart, his plan starts to crumble. For the first time, he’s torn between the vengeance that has fueled him for years and the woman who’s shown him the possibility of redemption. But trust is fragile, and secrets are deadly. When the truth comes to light, will their love survive the ultimate betrayal, or will it destroy them both? In a world of power, deceit, and undeniable attraction, Alexander and Elena are caught in a battle for love—and the chance to rewrite their fates.

Jasmine is not your typical high school student. She's smart, observant, and always knows when something's not right. So when she overhears an argument between popular boy Levi and his friends, she knows there's more to it than meets the eye. Little did she know that this would lead her into a world of werewolves. As Jasmine delves deeper into the werewolf world and uncovers the truth behind Levi's argument, she finds herself drawn to him despite the tensions within his pack. But when a traitor is revealed and Jasmine discovers a shocking truth about her own family, everything changes. Jasmine must choose between her loyalty to Levi and his pack or keeping her family safe. And just when it seems like Jasmine and Levi's relationship is beyond repair, they discover they are mates. But with the danger of the traitor still looming and the conflicts within the pack reaching a boiling point, can their love survive? As they work together to uncover the traitor and protect the pack, Jasmine and Levi's relationship is put to the test. Will their bond be enough to keep them together, or will the dangers of the werewolf world tear them apart?

“Where have you been, Cosette Blanche Warren?” he whispered darkly. My throat went dry. I could feel his hands roaming down my thighs, his touch possessive. “Someone saw my wife with Franklyn Carrington today,” Yohan continued, his voice deceptively sweet. “Tell me, Mrs. Warren… is that true?” A chill ran through me. His tone wasn’t affectionate—it was laced with something far more dangerous. “Open your eyes.” I jolted at his sudden command and immediately obeyed. My body trembled under the weight of his stare. His fingers curled under my chin, tilting my face closer. Slowly, agonizingly, he licked the corner of my lips before whispering against them. “What did I tell you before, wife?” Tears welled up as I struggled to form words. “I-I’m not allowed to meet…other men,” I stammered. “Hmmm.” His fingers traced lazy circles on my waist before pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Then explain what happened earlier.” “Franklyn is just a friend, Yohan. I-I wasn’t doing anything wro—” “Liar!” he roared. I flinched as tears spilled down my cheeks. A scream tore from my throat when Yohan suddenly lifted me, throwing me onto the bed. My eyes widened in terror as he hovered over me, his expression twisted with something unrecognizable. “No one else can come near you, touch you, or even look at you because you belong to me alone, Cosette Blanche Warren!” His voice was a venomous snarl. “You will never escape me! You will never be happy! Because I won’t allow it!” Then, he laughed. A dark, menacing sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Tears streamed down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut. This was my life now.

Emily Danvers is the portrait of perfection like any bride should be. Bound by blood but haunted by duty and desire. One reckless touch of ruin dares to challenge her world like a thief in the night. Sending her spiraling into a quest of lust and self discovery. Will Emily choose to shatter the chains of familiarity or be casted to the dark side forevermore in this intoxicating romance.

It was our seventh anniversary. Christopher Quinton proposed to me with nothing but a ring pull. He got his true love a house. When I said no, he rebuked me like I was some sort of gold digger. "I thought my love for you was worth more than anything money could buy. I only got Rachel that house to pay her back for all she did for me. I can't believe you thought I still loved her. You disappoint me." I broke up with him and tossed the ring pull into the bin. Then, I walked off. The next day, Christopher took away my position as VP and told everyone he was getting engaged to Rachel. … Five years later, we ran into each other at a charity horserace. He was a successful businessman, and the woman beside him was Rachel, all dressed in custom-made clothes. I was dressed in janitor attire and stuffing plastic bottles into my woven bag. He mocked, "Look at you, Queenie Dean. Scavenging for a living. Bet you didn't see this coming when you ditched me, did you?" I ignored him. My son had run off, and I had to look for him. The boy noticed the plastic bottles that were strewn across the ground, and he insisted that we stay back to finish his social practice activity here.

"Stop... Don't! I'm already at my limit!" I'm on my knees on the floor, tears streaming down my face, while a shirtless man stands in front of me with a leather whip in his hand. His voice stays gentle, but his movements never slow. "Babe, we're only halfway there." After I come back from the dead, I spend 80 million dollars hiring the most expensive male model in all of Navarro to spend the night with me. With that kind of money on the table, the service absolutely lives up to its price. He pulls out every trick I've never tried in my life. The next morning, I'm sitting astride him, using him as my morning workout, when suddenly there's one more person in the room. My husband, the Don of a mafia family, Leone Vieri.

Ingrid Alessia Romano never dreamed of marrying a man like Leonhardt Dietrich Moretti cold, ruthless, and emotionally unreachable. But when a contract marriage becomes the only way to save her family’s crumbling empire, she signs away her freedom with shaking hands and a frozen heart. Leonhardt, forced to choose between losing everything or marrying a stranger, picks the safer option. Ingrid is the woman who won’t ask for love. What begins as a calculated arrangement spirals into a dangerous game of banter, buried wounds, and forbidden chemistry. In a world where betrayal is currency and emotions are a weakness, Ingrid and Leonhardt must navigate secrets, a haunting past, and a press hungry for blood. But what happens when a fake marriage starts to feel a little too real? Will they survive the lies or each other?

This book is the sequel to The Dark Mysteries Of Castle Free Sky. While Caine and Della plan their wedding at Castle Free Sky, the jilted Mister plans his ultimate revenge against the people who ruined his life and took everything from him. The magic is now wide awake in the castle and more secrets are being spilled. Queen Rebecca has been restored, but there is too much personal business left unattended at the moment. Fasten your seatbelts fantasy fans and go on this wild, crazy, and sometimes naughty ride with me.

During a family dinner, I, Ingrid Sutherland, bring up divorce. My husband, Samuel Ziegler, lets out a cold laugh in exasperation. "Are you mad just because I peeled a banana for Whitney two days ago? I can't believe you're still throwing a tantrum over that now! She's my sister-in-law. What's wrong if I show her a little bit more care?" He did the same thing in my past life. Ever since his older brother, Charles Ziegler, got seriously hurt, Samuel always put me last and prioritized taking care of the supposedly weaker Whitney Lovette. Whenever I voiced my dissatisfaction, he would criticize me while standing on an irrefutable moral high ground. He would say, "Why can't you be more understanding and cut Whitney some slack?" When it was Whitney's birthday, she proposed going on a skiing trip. But then, an avalanche hit us. Samuel protected her the whole time and led her down the mountain. However, he left me to die in the avalanche. It was then I realized that Whitney was not just his sister-in-law, but also the one he loved. When I remain silent, Samuel chuckles derisively. "You'd better not regret it." It's like he's sure I'm just throwing a tantrum. In one fluid movement, he glides a pen across the bottom of the page, confident and composed. But this time, I'm really giving up on him for good.