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Ean's face twisted with anger as he grabbed me by the arm, dragging me toward the old, rusted freezer in the corner of the warehouse. "You're going to feel what Helen felt," he spat. "Maybe that'll teach you not to mess with her." I struggled against him, panic rising in my chest. "Ean, this is insane! It was an accident! Let me explain—" He wasn’t listening. He shoved me inside the freezing metal box and slammed the door shut. The echo of the lock clicking into place made my heart pound in my ears. I banged on the door with my fists. "Ean, please! You can’t do this!" I screamed, but the sound of his footsteps grew fainter as he walked away. He left me with nothing but a single bowl of water, like I was some kind of prisoner. I slumped against the cold metal, shivering. The temperature plummeted almost instantly. The hum of the freezer kicked in, and I realized too late—it wasn’t broken like he thought. It was working, and I was trapped. My body shook uncontrollably as the cold seeped into my bones. I screamed for help until my throat was raw, clawing at the walls in desperation. My bloody handprints smeared across the icy surface, a silent plea for mercy that no one would hear. Seven days passed. When Ean finally returned, the look on his face was one of smug satisfaction. He had expected me to beg, to apologize. But when they pried open the freezer, all they found was my frozen body, stiff and silent, my suffering long over.

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer. Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs. While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen: “Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford." The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress. Julian had his arm wrapped around Averil's waist as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Meanwhile, Averil clung to Julian's neck, her face radiating shyness and delight.

"Shh.. Do you want him to wake up?" he asked, chuckling. I moaned again as his hand slipped inside my jeans. "Then stop your hands," I whispered. "Never," he whispered in my ear. ------ Amy Castello, a 25-year-old recently fired from her teaching position, is seeking a suitable job to help support her hospitalized mother. When she accepts a position as a live-in nanny and tutor for a 5-year-old boy, her life is flipped upside down by the single father and son duo. Ryan Crowford, 30, hires a nanny/tutor for his child, Liam, who is becoming more difficult by the day. Ryan gives up on love after his ex-wife abandons him and his son for someone richer. He doesn't know how to handle a child and needs help, and when he employs a sinfully innocent nanny, his thoughts are not so innocent anymore. What will happen when their love for each other burns brighter than the sun? Will Ryan be able to take Amy's advice on parenting his child, or will he turn this into an ego battle? Discover what happens when the worlds of two people collide in this lovely and steamy romance.

Catherine’s parents were killed when a group of wolves attacked their house. For her safety, her brothers brought her to the town of Dusk and Dawn to start a new life. Vengeful, she badly wanted to find out why wolves attacked them. One afternoon before the sun sets, she was reading near the lake when Angelo the boy next to their house pulled her back to their home. Angelo told her that there are wolves during the night and it is dangerous for her to go outside. Later, she found out that Angelo is also a wolf, but belongs to the clan of good wolves. By connecting the clues and what Angelo’s grandmother was telling her, she realized that she was somehow special.

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.] I couldn't help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry's DMs came in hot: [She's just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby's born, I'll come back to you.]

My boyfriend is a forensic artist. He was forced to make a harrowing decision to save his first love. At the killer's demand, he created a portrait from a photo—he never realized that the young girl in the photo was me in my childhood. Two weeks later, the police investigate a grisly bomb explosion and dismemberment case. The victim's identity was unrecognizable, and the investigation dragged on for days as the authorities desperately searched the blast site, looking for my remains. After three days and nights, they finally recovered enough of my remains to reconstruct my face. When my boyfriend unknowingly brought the shattered fragments back to life with his art, he was confronted with a horrifying truth—one that drove him to the edge of madness.

My husband's childhood friend says she wants her crystal beads to soak up some of the good luck in our home. Because of that, he scatters the beads on the floor, making me slip and miscarry. I'm in agony as I lie on the operating table. I call my husband incessantly, but all he does is block my number. I lie in the hospital ward after the operation. I see my husband's childhood friend's social media update—a photo of him worshipfully holding out a certificate while getting down on one knee. It's captioned, "He loves me so much! I said I'm interested in running a business and he actually set up a company for me!" On the day of the branch company's grand opening, my husband's childhood friend wears an expensive custom-made gown. Meanwhile, I wear her discarded goods. I'm barred from even entering the building. I suppress my bitterness and call my lawyer. "Are the divorce procedures done?"

My husband finally keeps his promise to take me on a trip abroad after I've given birth to his child. However, he disappears the moment we get off the plane. I roam the foreign land alone, unable to reach him. Two hours later, I stumble upon his childhood sweetheart's social media update. It's a photo of her and my husband sweetly feeding each other ice cream. It's captioned, "Someone who cares about you has you in their heart wherever they are." After a long silence, I comment, "Now you can live in his heart forever." I walk away after leaving nothing but a divorce agreement behind. That's when my husband, who's always been cold and aloof, panics.

A strong willed young she-wolf plagued by the secrets of her very existence throughout the pack, finds the truth in the most unlikely of places. Coming face to face with the enemy she uncovers more than she could have ever imagined. Cover photo taken and owned by Steven Sandner, permission of use given 19/09/2021

WHO WILL BE THE PSYCHOPATHS OBSESSION? MILDA ASUNCION IS JUST A MERE NERD AS OTHERS DESCRIBED HER. SHE'S KIND BUT ANTI-SOCIAL, SHE'S WEAK IN PHYSICAL BUT STRONG EMOTIONAL. SHE'S SIMPLE SO WHY SOMEONE IS OBSESS TO HER? WHAT WILL YOU DO IF YOU FOUND OUT THAT SOMEONE IS OBSESS WITH YOU? ------------------------------ Credit for the photo that I used for my book cover. @Silence4Rose