Ten Shadow

En assistant à une somptueuse fête d'anniversaire avec mon demi-frère, je suis confrontée à un choc terrible. Ce n'est pas une fête comme les autres, c'est mon mariage. Avec un homme froid comme la glace, craint de tous, moi y compris. Il s'avère que mon demi-frère a une dette colossale et que je suis utilisée comme monnaie d'échange pour la régler. Ai-je le choix ? Non. Pas quand la Cosa Nostra est impliquée. Trois heures plus tard, je découvre une bague étincelante à mon doigt et un mari auquel je suis terrifiée à l'idée d'être liée. Ma vie vient de basculer dans l'horreur. Impossible de me cacher, impossible de fuir. Je n'ai d'autre choix que de me préparer au cauchemar qui m'attend et d'espérer survivre à ce mariage infernal.

Damian is a hot billionaire vampire who was bitten 100 years ago. He struggles with satisfying his blood thirst by killing criminals— humans that are evil, he drains their blood for his satisfaction and he believes his soul would be redeemed in that way. His heart is captivated by the beautiful sexy, hot headed and arrogant superstar Ava. He decides to love and protect her but at thesame time he must hide his true identity from her.

Conned by Francis Slade, I sold my kidney to raise funds for his failed investment. And the house was bought with all my savings. But now, it had become their love nest. "Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?" Whitney Jones smiled smugly. My already injured body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression. Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?" In response, Francis glared at me angrily. "Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?" Whitney had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. She instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured." I knew Francis thought I was just trying to gain his sympathy again. "Alright now, Whitney will be sleeping in your room tonight. Once you're done with the act, go clean yourself up and set up a bed for her." If she was after my room, she could have it. If she was after the man who never loved me, she could have him.

Bukan hanya perempuan yang ingin di sayangi dan memerlukan sebuah perhatian, begitu pula seorang pria. Sedingin apapun Pria, hati nurani tak bisa di bohongi. Sedalam apapun ia menutupi perasaannya, Pria adalah manusia biasa. Naluri pria terkadang tidak mengetahui bagaimana perasaannya sendiri, hal ini yang membuatnya membisu. Zero, Pria muda yang terluka akan seorang wanita. Hingga membuatnya enggan dekat dengan seorang wanita. Bahkan karena emosinya ia pun terjebak dengan dunia penuh dosa. Maindset-nya mengatakan, 'Wanita hanya untuk bersenang-senang saja.' Tapi, setelah lama ia melakoni dunia hitamnya, ada suatu hal yang menarik perhatiannya. Sebuah kelembutan hati meluluhkan maindset-nya yang kukuh. Dalam sebuah kebohongan, ia menjalani dunia hitamnya di sertai dengan sebuah ikatan pernikahan. Pernikahan yang berjalan penuh dengan kebohongan itu membuatnya labil. Mau tahu cerita Zero seorang pemuas wanita bernafsu dunia? Ayo ikuti alurnya.

Deux inconnus dans un ascenseur en panne, entre deux étages d'un hôtel anonyme. Lui, les mains encore marquées par un récent accident. Elle, les lèvres teintées du rouge à lèvres qu'elle vient d'effacer nerveusement. Pas de noms. Pas d'histoires. Seulement l'espace exigu qui rétrécit à chaque expiration. L'électricité statique qui fait crépiter la laine. Un regard accroché à un poignet, une veine qui bat sous la peau fine. La chaleur devient palpable, suffocante. La première parole est un juron étouffé. Le premier contact n'est pas une main, mais un souffle contre une tempe. L'étreinte qui suit est une affaire de survie, une tentative désespérée de prouver qu'ils sont encore vivants face à l'étreinte de fer qui les emprisonne. C'est brutal, urgent, sans fioriture. Le cuir de sa ceinture laisse une marque sur sa hanche. L'agrafe de son collier lui griffe la nuque. Dans l'obscurité intermittente des lampes de secours, ils se dévorent. Chaque baiser est une question sans réponse, chaque morsure une ponctuation. Ils extirpent l'un de l'autre des gémissements qu'ils ne se connaissaient pas, des peurs qu'ils n'avouaient pas. Ils sont à la fois le remède et le poison, l'oxygène et la privation. Quand les lumières se rallument et que l'ascenseur repart avec un grondement sourd, ils se séparent comme on se scarifie. Aucune promesse. Juste l'odeur de l'autre sur la peau, indélébile. Elle sort à son étage, il descend au rez-de-chaussée. Leurs vies respectives les attendent, inchangées en apparence. Mais quelque chose a cédé. Quelque chose a brûlé. Et chacun, dans son silence, porte désormais la mémoire brûlante de cette chute libre partagée, de cet instant parfaitement égoïste et absolu où ils n'ont été que chair, pulsion et vérité crue.

Ils s’aiment comme on se noie : sans retenue, sans air, sachant que chaque vague les rapproche du fond. Leurs jours sont des nuits blanches, leurs caresses des batailles, leurs silences des aveux trop lourds. Puis un matin, sans un mot, elle part. Non par lassitude, mais par lucidité. Certains incendies sont trop beaux pour devenir des cendres. Elle emporte l’incendie entier dans sa poitrine. Une cicatrice à vif qui, désormais, éclaire toutes ses nuits. L’amour passe. L’intensité, elle, demeure.

In the heart of New York City, the NYPD never sleeps—and neither do its secrets. Detective Jocelynn Sanchez is all sharp edges and silence. Closed off, cold, and constantly on guard, she’s built walls few have dared to climb. Her time at the academy left her scarred, thanks to a group of recruits who made it their mission to break her spirit. Now, years later, she’s forced to join a new unit—led by none other than Andrei Smirnov, friends with the men who put her through hell. Andrei has always wanted to work with Jocelynn, though she has no idea. Unlike his friends, he saw her strength back then—and admired it. Her arrival on his team feels like fate. But earning her trust proves harder than expected. She barely speaks, avoids everyone except her one friend, and seems to carry a past she’ll never share. Still, Andrei is patient. An open book with a big family and an even bigger heart, he slowly begins to break through Jocelynn's defenses. And in doing so, he discovers the truth: she’s not cold—she’s protecting herself. Jocelynn sees that Andrei isn’t like the men who hurt her. He’s kind, steady, and genuinely wants to understand her. But there are secrets she won’t risk exposing—not even to him. Like the fact that her godfather is their precinct captain, or the real reason she cut ties with her family. As cases grow more dangerous and their bond deepens, Jocelynn must decide if she can finally let someone in. Shadows in Blue is a slow-burn detective romance about trauma and trust, told from both perspectives.

Sa Pilipinas, hirap at tiyaga ang susi sa pag-angat, lalo na para sa mga hindi nakapagtapos ng pag-aaral. Si Tresandrus Villafahr o kilala sa pangalang Tres, isang binatang may matayog na pangarap para sa pamilya— ay napilitang tumigil sa pag-aaral upang suportahan ang kapatid at alagaan ang maysakit nilang ina. Bilang breadwinner ng pamilya, pinasok ni Tres ang trabahong labag sa kanyang paniniwala at prinsipyo—ang pagiging male prostitute. Nilunok niya ang kanyang hiya at dignidad, isinakripisyo ang kanyang sarili para sa kinabukasan ng pamilya. Sa madilim na mundong kaniyang ginagalawan, isang gabi, pinasok ni Tres ang madaliang trabaho para kumita ng mas malaking halaga na makakapagligtas sa Nanay niya—ang maging isa sa bidding item. Sa gitna ng tila mga hayok na mayayamang kalalakihan, isang naiibang babae ang nagtaas ng bid paddle at binili siya sa halagang hindi kayang pantayan ng sinumang naroon sa kaniyang harapan. Ang gabing iyon ay nagbukas ng isang bagong kabanata sa buhay ni Tres. Sino ang babaeng ito at ano ang dala niyang pagbabago? Magkakaroon kaya si Tres ng lakas upang baguhin ang kanyang kapalaran, o mananatili siyang alipin ng mga makapangyarihan? Magkakaroon kaya sila ng pangalawang pagkakataon, o ito’y panandalian lamang?

On the day Shane Jackson and I registered our marriage, his infatuated secretary pushed me off a building. I fractured two ribs, lost my baby instantly, and slipped into a coma. Shane stayed by my side and told everyone I was his only wife, never leaving my bedside. But when no one was watching, he pressed that secretary against the hospital bed and murmured, "If it weren't for you, Lily and I would already have a three-year-old child. You owe us a baby. This is what you must repay her." Joanna Rogers trembled in his arms, eyes full of tears. "I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson. I loved you too much. I'll accept whatever punishment you give me." A moment later, I heard their heavy breathing. My eyes, which had been shut for three years, suddenly opened. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

The shadow’s have secrets. They see everything, and for a special few individuals they actually can hear the shadows whisper. But for a teenager named Cassia and here 5 year old sister Lillyanna the shadows hold secrets to their lost past and what happened to their village and the Kingdom of Archon. Follow the 2 on their journey through the wilds with a talented rag tag group of misfits. All the while being chased by Vampires, Werewolves, and Farrell Humans.