The Perfect Storm

Mia attends her high school reunion with the hope of reconnecting with her long-lost love, but fate has other plans. She accidentally stumbles into a stranger's private room and finds herself waking up next to a man she doesn't know. The passion between them ignites as they give into their desires, and they have a one-night stand. However, she doesn't wait to find out the identity of the man and runs away, leaving behind her necklace. Several weeks later, Mia discovers that she is pregnant as a result of that one-night stand. Despite the challenges ahead, she decides to keep the baby and raise it on her own. Meanwhile, Zenith, a powerful and wealthy billionaire, finds himself under pressure from his family to settle down and get married. Little does he know that a secret from his past is about to change his life forever. He discovers that he has a child from a one-night stand, and he still has the necklace he found from the night of pleasure with the woman who disappeared at sunrise.

Autumn Rain has lived her whole life isolated from the rest of the world. Born into vampire slavery, Autumn has never known a life outside of it. So, when her 18th birthday comes along and her vampire caregiver/ owner tells her she has to leave, Autumn has no idea what to do or where to go. As her new journey begins, it quickly goes downhill but thankfully two handsome men won't be too far along to help her through the rest. Secrets will be revealed and she will quickly discover she is far more different than she ever could have imagined and little does she know the impact her life will have on the future.

On the third day after my death, my body was sent to the police station in different packages. Jonathan Walsh, my husband, and Frank Stone, my junior at work, saw my corpse and frowned. “If only Elena were here, she would have been able to find some clues.” Frank sighed as he stared at my horribly mangled remains. “Don’t mention her. She’s not even worthy of being a forensic scientist!” I stared at my husband with a conflicted look. He analyzed each part of my body and deduced the manner of my death with familiar ease. “The murderer is a monster…” Frank’s face turned pale, and he sighed again. Jonathan calmly used all that I had taught him and perfectly pieced out the entire process of my death based on the clues from my dismembered body. I could not help but feel proud. Unfortunately, he was still a little off the mark. He did not manage to figure out that this body belonged to me, his wife.

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.

On the day of my son's one-month celebration, my notoriously stingy sister-in-law surprised me with a branded baby bottle. But instead of accepting it, I turned away and gave it to the neighbor's cruel son who had XYY syndrome. In my previous life, I had accepted that bottle with genuine gratitude, using it day and night to feed my son. I never imagined that a month later, in the dead of night, my son would suddenly suffer a heart attack and die in my arms. Strangely enough, the very next day after my son passed, my sister-in-law's sickly child—who had been confined to the neonatal intensive care unit since birth—was miraculously discharged in perfect health. Losing my son shattered me completely. I spent my days drowning in tears. My husband called me a cursed woman, claimed I brought nothing but disaster, and demanded a divorce. Not only that, but he insisted I leave with nothing. When I refused, he and my sister-in-law joined forces and accidentally beat me to death. It wasn't until after I died that I learned the truth. The woman I had thought was my husband's younger sister wasn't his blood relative at all. She had been adopted by his mother years ago to be raised as his future wife. Together, they had plotted to destroy me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister-in-law handed me that baby bottle.

My boy friend Caleb Ford's childhood sweetheart, Julia Leclair, is losing her hair from chemotherapy. So, he orders me to cut mine off and make her a wig. "Julia's allergic to synthetic wigs. You've been growing your hair for ten years—it's perfect." I refuse, but his friends tie me down. Someone shaves my head to the scalp, buzzing through my thick, glossy hair until nothing's left but a butchered mess. Julia sits in her wheelchair and laughs, saying I look like a toad. Caleb smiles and nods in agreement. He adds with a chuckle, "It's just some hair. Was that really necessary?" But back when I was bullied for having uneven, choppy short hair for six straight years, it was he who stood in front of me. He had his arms spread wide as he shielded me from harm. Now he's the one wielding the blade. One by one, their little circle chimes in. They tell me not to hold a grudge against someone who's sick. Caleb snaps impatiently, "Stop trying to talk sense into her. She can get lost! Did you see that fit she threw over a few strands of hair? It's not like they won't grow back." I turn around and walk away. I never look back. Later, I hear that Caleb begs for my forgiveness by kneeling his way up 9000 steps until his knees are ruined.

I was in a car accident while saving my brothers. However, instead of gratitude, they urged the doctors to amputate my legs. "Carol, we're sorry," they said through tears. "We're useless… but don't worry. Even if we have to sell our blood or our kidneys, we'll make sure you're taken care of." Right after surgery, they abandoned me in a shabby apartment. Blood seeped through the sheets as they looked at me with teary eyes—then left in a hurry, claiming they needed to earn money for my treatment. I did not want to drag them down anymore. Enduring the pain, I crawled to the rooftop of a tall building, planning to end my life. That's when I saw it—inside a luxury hotel, a grand celebration was taking place. My brothers were there doting on another girl. She was eating an extravagant cake I had never even dreamed of, wearing a designer princess gown worth a fortune, sparkling with jewels. Everyone called her the Smith family's one and only princess. They had even hired a world-class symphony orchestra to play Happy Birthday just for her. While I lay bleeding in a dingy apartment, they would not spend a few dollars on bandages for me. I watched as my eldest brother gently fed her cake, his eyes full of tenderness. "Jasmine, only you deserve to be our one and only little sister." The second brother placed a tiara on her head with care. "Even for the smallest birthday, we won't let you suffer a single moment of disappointment." The third knelt to help her into a pair of crystal shoes. "Jasmine, you're our most precious darling." Then, standing on the stage, Jasmine held up the black credit card they had gifted her and smiled sweetly. "Brothers," she said, "Carol lost her legs saving you. Maybe you should go see how she's doing?" My eldest brother let out a mocking laugh. "She's not worth it. Now that she's crippled, she'll never be able to compete with you again. She got what she deserved."

When Nayla lost everything she thought mattered — her mate, her future, her place in the pack — she vowed to survive on her own terms. Orphaned, heartbroken, and fighting to rebuild her life, she never expected to cross paths with Dominic Gray — the powerful Alpha who rules the Neutral Zone of the city with a quiet, deadly strength. One accidental meeting ignites something neither of them can deny. Dominic lives by control. By rules. By distance. But Nayla pulls at him in ways he can’t explain — or resist. As Nayla struggles to heal from the betrayal that shattered her trust, Dominic fights a battle he’s never lost before: the one against his own instincts. Their bond crackles between them, raw and magnetic, but secrets from Nayla’s past are rising — including an ex who isn’t willing to let her go. In a world where loyalty is survival and power is everything, love could be the most dangerous weakness of all. Tethered by fate, torn by choices — can two broken souls find a way to heal, or will the past consume them both?

Mindy is a young woman who goes to study at an art school where paranormal events are said to occur, while she struggles to keep her scholarship, she will be forced to deal with these phenomena that constantly surround her.

After three years of living with my wife’s family, everyone thought they could treat me like a pushover. Me? I’m just waiting for her to hold my hand before I can give her the world.