The Midnight Meat Train

My son spiked a sudden high fever, scorching like a flame under my touch. I frantically dialed 911 for help, but the dispatcher on the line kept repeating questions, dragging it out. By the time the ambulance siren finally wailed in the distance, my son had already grown cold and still in my arms. Less than a year later, my husband and I split up amid endless grief and finger-pointing. I dragged on like an empty shell until one day I got an e-invite to his wedding. The moment I clicked the voice message, my blood ran cold. The bride's voice echoed exactly like that sluggish dispatcher from back then. In a breakdown, I bolted out of the house and got caught in the path of a speeding subway train, plunging me into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, my son's cries pierced the air from the next room, his forehead blazing hot against my palm. My husband thrust the phone toward me. "Quick, call 911! I'll grab a cold compress." My hands trembled as I dialed, and a chillingly familiar voice answered, "Hello, 911 emergency services."

My boyfriend, Allen, is a fitness coach who is cheerful, handsome, and has eight-pack abs. After getting together with me, he transferred all his female students to other colleagues and would send me daily check-in photos. In anticipation of becoming his fiancee, I happily prepared for our engagement ceremony. However, two weeks before the ceremony, I discovered a bright red lipstick mark on Allen’s workout pants. I quickly pulled up the check-in photo he had sent me that day. Through the reflection on a dumbbell, I saw a woman standing next to Allen—her lips painted in the exact same lipstick color. Most of the previous photos had flaws, but I had trusted Allen too much to notice them. Looking at his message under the photo, I let out a cold laugh. "Baby, I have to work overtime today to train a male student." He actually dared to deceive me. Just then, my phone rang. It was the wedding planning company confirming the engagement ceremony setup. I quickly responded with a confirmation. The ceremony would proceed as planned—except I had a special surprise prepared for Allen, one he would never forget.

My CEO wife insists on taking a young, fresh intern under her wing. She wants to train him personally. She says to me, "Don't overthink this. I just value his potential." She's always been stern and stoic, but she starts dressing in pink and pulling her hair back in high ponytails. On our third wedding anniversary, she and the intern even willfully disappear for 48 hours. When others are searching for her like mad, she shares photos of her riding a carousel and holding cotton candy. She captions them, "I found the purest of joys in the most joyful of places—all because of you!" Our company loses a huge project because of this, and I lose my wife. I slip a divorce agreement between the pages of the intern's application to become a permanent staff member. My wife signs it without even looking and says, "Knowing what Elliot can do, he's more than capable of carrying out the role of a vice president." I calmly hand her my resignation. "You're right. That's why I'll make way for him."

"Hindi ko ibababa ang sarili ko at magtatrabaho sa ganiyang trabaho!" Ito ang salitang palaging sinasabi ni Alina sa kaibigan na si Breeze nang alukin siyang magtrabaho sa Midnight Haven. Ngunit nilunok niya lahat ng binitiwan niyang kataga nang gipit na gipit siya. Naging VIP escort siya sa isang gabi sa bilyonaryong si Eros Ramazzotti kapalit ng kalahating milyon. Sobra-sobra pa ito sa pang-tuition at thesis niya. Subalit paano kung dahil sa isang gabi na ito ay magbabago ang agos ng buhay niya? Paano kung biglang sumulpot ang lalaking pinagsilbihan niya ng gabing iyon at sumulpot sa apartment niya at inaalok na maging exclusive escort nito? Ano ba ang mas matimbang? Ang dignidad na gusto niyang ingatan kahit alam niyang nasira na o ang tawag ng laman na pilit sinisigaw ng damdamin niya pagkatapos niyang matikman ang sinasabi ng kaibigan niyang langit?

Badass, hot and untamable, Adam Garcia didn't earn the nickname 'The Wild One' from his fans for nothing. He's a sports enthusiast who loves risky adventures, especially in his dealings with the opposite sex. He fucks but never gives his heart, and he's determined to never let a woman shake him from his bad boy image. That is, until he meets a masked woman at a New Year's Eve masquerade party and he's instantly drawn in by her amber eyes. When she tells him about the legend of the kiss of eternal love which is supposed to make two people who meet on New Year's Eve and kiss at exactly midnight on New Year to love each other forever, Adam kisses her just to prove the legend wrong, but he's in for a shock. Who is the woman behind the mask, and why can't he stop dreaming about her? Is the Legend Of The Kiss Of Eternal Love real, and will it be enough to make Adam finally give love a chance? WARNING!!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS STEAMY CONTENT THAT IS TARGETED AT AN AUDIENCE OF 18+. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Natalie Adams is not just a typical wolf. She is strong, brave, and beautiful. She has lived in the shadows for many years. She is soon going to be 18 years old and is now a senior at the Blue Moon Academy. She has never had a boyfriend and only has one friend named Evie. However, Natalie didn't realize that not just one Alpha but two desire her. Her Alpha, Christian Allen from the Starry Night Pack, wants her even if she is not his fated mate. He is determined to make her his chosen mate. Alpha Ivan Carter is from the Midnight Pack. He has had feelings for Natalie since they both started the academy years ago. He is determined to get close to her as they both begin their senior year, but Christian is hell-bent on making it impossible for him. Despite all this drama, Natalie has a past that she is unaware of. Ivan has a suspicion that there is more to Natalie than meets the eye. Her pack and others will slowly realize that Natalie is a warrior. Not even her bullies can handle her. Can Alpha Ivan dominate this energetic, bold, sexy she wolf? Read and see.

Raine Ellery never imagined her survival would come at a deadly price. Confined in a contractual marriage with the billionaire CEO Cassian Ashcroft to save her late mother's legacy, Raine simply had to escape her crumbling world. But the moment she signs the contract, Cassian collapses at her feet, and by midnight, he's declared dead. The media named her the bride of bad luck. The public thinks she’s cursed, while the Ashcroft board accuses her of murder. And the bargain she thought would be her salvation becomes a trap from which she cannot escape. Imprisoned in a penthouse filled with secrets and haunted by scandals, Raine is forced to play a high-stakes game of silence and survival. But when rumors of Cassian's secret enemies, a hidden inheritance war, and a conspiracy of faked death begin to surface, Raine is drawn into a quest for the truth before the world buries her with it. And just when she believes it's the end, Cassian returns—alive. Now Raine must face the most dangerous twist of all: the man she never truly knew is back… and he is not alone in what he wants.

She stole my wedding. I stole her future. On the morning of my wedding, I caught my fiancé Kellan tangled in the sheets with my stepsister. The betrayal should have shattered me. Instead, it lit a fire in my veins. So I did what any woman scorned would do. I pointed to the most dangerous man in the room—Drexon Moreaux, Kellan’s ruthless billionaire uncle—and declared, “Him. I’ll marry him instead.” Drexon could have laughed in my face. The Moreaux empire’s heir apparent, a man forged in boardroom battles and whispered about in elite circles, had no reason to entertain my reckless demand. But he said, “I do.” Now, my stepsister’s smug smile is crumbling. My ex-fiancé is forced to call me Auntie. And Drexon? He watches me with dark, calculating eyes, as if I’m a puzzle he’s determined to solve. This marriage was supposed to be my revenge. But with every lingering touch and midnight confession, Drexon is turning it into something far more dangerous—something that feels like love. Too bad the Moreaux family doesn’t believe in happy endings…

Morrigan has always been an outsider in her own pack, known for living in the snow-capped mountains of the north and their “survival of the fittest” mentality. Her parents passed soon after she was born, and so she was raised by two very different uncles. Idris, her mother’s brother and Gamma of the pack, has nourished her intelligence and strength, training her almost daily. Oskar, her fathers brother, who temporarily holds the Beta position until Anders, her older brother, is of age, could care less about her, banishing her to the basement of his home and isolating her from the rest of the pack. When she turned eighteen and didn’t meet her mate in the pack, she knew that she had to leave, and she knew just how to do it. Every year, the Royal Guard comes to packs across the kingdom to watch and train the warriors, and if someone impresses them enough, they may be invited to attend Royal Guard training at the capital. Being so difficult to get to, they only go to The Summit Keepers every ten years, and this is the year. When Morrigan gets recruited, it feels like a dream come true, but as she arrives in the capital, she realizes things may not be as they seem. Will this new world truly be like she thought? Or will she run into trouble?

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”