Starlie Cheyenne Smith

Ilaria. A sweet quiet girl with a traumatic past that has left her scarred and afraid to get close to anyone. Moving to New York to start a new life, what will happen when she meets the one person to push her out of the shadows and into the light? Alessandro. A billionaire who is arrogant, threatening, and deadly. He is the CEO of Vito Enterprises'. And a father. He's never believed in love and is constantly closed off. What happens when the timid and scared girl meets the famous billionaire Alessandro, and what happens when his son takes a liking with Ilaria?

Elah's financial burden and Ethan's relentless ambition collide in a contract marriage. However, when deception gives way to passion, a secret family rivalry breaks out, compelling them to face their pasts. Love triumphs over revenge in a crucial struggle for the truth, and they join forces to rewrite their own fates. Can love triumph over betrayal? Can they build a future together while escaping the traps of their pasts?

Mina Mendoza never expected her quiet life to end with a blood-soaked stranger collapsing in her bar. Luciano is older, dangerous, and carries the kind of power she knows better than to get close to. One night of helping him turns into a war she never meant to step into, and the mafia world she avoided pulls her in with no way out. But the worst part is not Luciano. It is the man standing behind him. Frankie, Luciano’s younger brother, is Mina’s first love, the boy she lost and never honestly forgot. Now he is caught between loyalty to his brother and the feelings he buried years ago. Mina is trapped between the man who crashed into her life like a storm and the man who still owns a piece of her heart. As danger closes in, Mina must choose whom she trusts, whom she loves, and whom she is willing to risk everything for. Saving Luciano changed her world. Loving either brother might destroy it. ~SNEAK PEEK~ His voice dropped, low and possessive. “Fine. One kiss, then we wait.” I told him I didn’t care. “I want you now.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Once we start, there is no going back.” I nodded, and something shifted in his eyes. He leaned me back on the bed, hands braced beside me. “Are you sure?” “If I weren’t sure, we wouldn’t be here.” His kiss was deep, powerful, slow, stealing my breath. I arched into him as his mouth traced my jaw and throat, heat racing through me. “I need you,” I whispered, and everything changed.

Serenity has been locked up in a miserable attic her entire childhood and into adulthood. She's never known the reason why. All she knows is that when she turns eighteen, she's meant to marry the Alpha's son Roland and only then will she be given back her freedom. She's learnt to be quiet and obey, to stay in her prison and watches as life passes by, no one lending a hand to help her gain her freedom back. But what happens when a lycan prince visits the pack and discovers she's his mate? What secret has her Alpha been keeping from her all this time? When her life is upended and the truth comes out, will she finally break free of her shackles and embrace the life she was meant to have?

I was raised to believe that love meant endurance. That if I loved him enough, I could survive anything. For seven years, I was stationed at the border—alone, bleeding, freezing, nearly dying more times than I can count. Every transfer request I submitted was denied. Every time I asked why, I was told the same thing: the family needed me. The alliance came first. Others needed protection more than I did. What I didn’t know was this— Every sacrifice I made was approved by the man who claimed to love me. Adrian Holt, the Don who raised me, protected me, promised I would be his Donna one day… He was the one signing my name away year after year. He chose widows. He chose alliances. He chose power. And he chose for me—without ever asking. Because he was certain of one thing: That no matter what he did, I would never leave him. He believed love meant I would understand. That loyalty meant silence. That I would forgive anything—as long as he said he loved me. So when I finally walked away, I didn’t argue. I didn’t beg. I disappeared. And that was the moment his world collapsed. Now he’s tearing through cities, alliances, and his own sanity trying to find me— Too late realizing that love is not sacrifice when only one person bleeds. This is not a story about redemption. It’s a story about what happens after you lose the woman who endured everything… And finally chose herself.

My son asked me for something I couldn’t give. “Just three chances, Mom,” he whispered. “If he really doesn’t love us after that… we’ll leave forever.” He was talking about his father — Giovanni Romano. The heir to a Mafia empire. My husband in name only. He never called our son his own. He never once said he loved me. Chance one, Giovanni forgot. Chance two, he lied. Chance three… he broke something no apology could fix. So I packed our bags, held my son’s hand, and walked away. No tears. No goodbyes. Just quiet. The night our plane took off, my phone buzzed. “Wait,” his message read. “I’m coming home.” But home isn’t where he is anymore. It’s wherever my son finally sleeps without crying. Because some promises don’t break — they shatter. And some mothers never wait again.

If we psychologically damage an individual beyond repair, what will be the consequence of it? We all have a limit to the amount of mental and psychological stress we can take. Once the stress exceeds the limit, we’ll reach our breaking point. What happens after that is a mystery no one can solve, or is it? Lydia Johnson faces a similar situation. She is a complex young woman who faces a downfall stemming from the mental and physical abuse of her father and siblings, the negligence of her mother, and a chilling secret. From abused to loved, to abused again--that’s how life is for Lydia. Her family taught her only one lesson: emotions are for the weak and the weak don’t have a place in this world. With each kill, Lydia atones for the loss of her innocence by getting rid of another emotion and also rids the world of someone undeserving of her love and forgiveness. What lengths will she go to, for revenge, and prove her resilience? Will she ever be able to live her life like a normal person again? Or will she continue killing everyone until her own death?

Mi hijo me pidió algo que no podía darle. —Solo tres oportunidades, mamá —susurró—. Si después de eso realmente no nos ama... nos iremos para siempre. Estaba hablando de su padre, Giovanni Romano, el heredero de un imperio mafioso y mi esposo solo de nombre. Él nunca nombró a mi hijo como suyo y no me dijo que me amaba ni una sola vez. En la primera oportunidad, a Giovanni le falló la memoria, en la segunda, mintió y en la tercera... rompió algo que ninguna disculpa podía arreglar. Así que empacamos nuestras maletas, tomé la mano de mi hijo y nos fuimos. Sin lágrimas ni despedidas, solo en silencio. La noche en que nuestro avión despegó, mi teléfono vibró. “Espera”, decía su mensaje. “Regresaré a casa”. Pero ya mi casa no estaba donde él estaba, sino donde mi hijo finalmente pudiera dormir sin llorar. Porque algunas promesas no se rompen, se destruyen, y algunas madres se cansan de esperar.

Our bodies tangled in the car. My husband moved inside me, lips claiming my chest, when the sudden ring of a phone ripped me out of our intoxicating haze. Gabriel answered without hesitation. It was one of his closest friends from the medical world, speaking in German. “Don,” the voice said casually, “your mistress is two months pregnant. What are you going to do?” Gabriel didn’t pause. His tone was calm. “Grace can’t have children,” he replied. “I’ll let her carry the baby to term, then adopt it as my own. That secures the heir. This stays between us.” Something inside me froze. The one thing he had forgotten— I majored in German. And he learned it just to win me. I didn’t scream. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I smiled, stayed quiet, and kept playing the perfect wife. Later, I slipped the divorce papers into a real estate contract and watched him sign without reading. Then I quietly registered a new identity. For the next three days, his absence—and her taunting messages—erased the last illusions I had about love. When my new identity finally went live, I walked away without looking back. Carrying his child. And disappearing from his world forever.

Sequel To The Lycan Kings Little Hybrid- Omen, a witch from the Coven of the Earth Spirit, drops a bombshell that involves Isla, how will it affect her role in the pack and the prophecy? The search for the holders of the keys is on, as the fate of all immortals hangs in the balance. Will they complete what they need to in time or will the fallen rise and doom them all? Two spirits collide, causing more harm than good as they fight for dominance. As Isla and Anders confront the challenges in front of them, will it strengthen them or force them apart?