Twelve Labors Novels & Stories

Elena found out the harshest of ways that love could not be forced. For Twelve years she loved Damien ,but he repaid her love by sending her to the deepest part of hell. In her darkest moments, she was forced to watch Damien shower love to some other woman. Years later, she comes back from her pieces and vows to serve everyone a piece of their own medicine. But for how long?

Lena Clermont fell hard for her dad's friend, Andrew Rohan—twelve years older. The first time she saw him, he was all sharp suits and broad shoulders, effortlessly standing out. He smiled, patted her head, and handed her a princess dress. Fast forward to twenty. He got drugged at a banquet. She wore that same dress, offering herself as the cure.

I was invisible. A wolf-less servant, beaten down and forgotten. Until the Lycan King saw me. For twelve years, I survived by making myself nothing: no voice, no power, no hope. My stepfamily made sure I knew my place. But they never knew my secret: I'm not wolf-less. I'm a silver wolf, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, hiding in plain sight because showing my true nature would've gotten me killed. Then Kael Devereaux walked into the Culling ceremony, and everything shattered. One look. One scent. One brutal claiming bite in front of thousands, and I became his. Lycan King's fated mate, his Luna, his healing. Kael isn't looking for love. He’s loosing his mind and I am the only thing standing between him and madness. Now I'm trapped in a palace of enemies who want me dead, bound to a king who's equal parts monster and salvation, and discovering that my hidden power might be the only thing that can break his curse or doom us both. They think I'm weak and breakable. They are wrong. I didn't survive twelve years of hell just to bow to a new kind of monster. I survived to become one. Welcome to the Shadowstone Citadel. Try not to bleed on the throne.

Twelve years after Katrina, Jeannine is a new attorney who returns to New Orleans to save her old friend Curtis Jones-now a local thief and trafficker of stolen goods-after he is arrested for the murder of Jeannine's captors, whose bodies have recently been found. But Jeannine discovers more than she bargained for when she uncovers a family mystery that includes ghosts, dark voodoo magic, and an unholy alliance with an ancient evil Haitian god.©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

"You'll be dead within a year," her uncle said, signing her life away with a stroke of his pen. "But at least you'll finally be useful." Ivy Rowan had always been invisible. Starved, beaten, and silenced by the family that stole her inheritance. When her uncle's debts catch up to him, she becomes the payment. He sold her to Dorian Vale, the billionaire mafia lord cursed to bury every woman he marries. Twelve brides. Twelve graves. All within a year. Dorian doesn't expect his thirteenth bride to last any longer. She's fragile, flinches at every sound. Her weakness annoys him. She never fights back and barely speaks. But then he notices something strange. She doesn't fear him. And that wakes something in him he thought was long dead. It turns out the curse isn't supernatural. It's murder. Someone is killing the brides. And the killer has already chosen their next victim. Dorian has never saved anyone. Ivy has never been worth saving. Will Dorian's cold heart thaw in time to save her? Or will Ivy become the final victim of his curse?

One year. No city luxuries. No running away. Julian is a reckless billionaire who just got cut off from his family trust and Savannah is a trapped ranch heiress suffocating under her father’s control. They need this arranged marriage to buy their freedom, but they hate each other on sight. Forced to survive twelve months together on a rugged Washington ranch, they expect a battle of wills and clash at all times but they didn't expect the dangerous spark that threatens to burn their contract to ash.

Nicola married Dominic, a man twelve years older than her, in place of her sister for the sake of her happiness. It was a sacrifice she never regretted but when rumors of an affair fly, she decides that she had had enough. But Dominic cannot afford an affair or divorce scandal right now and he is a man on a mission to make his wife stay in this marriage until the end of his convenience. And he will make sure of it by hook or by crook.

Luke was a , not that he had a choice. He was kidnapped when he was twelve and sold and rented off to different men. At the age of 20, he was deemed damaged goods and left on the streets to die. Valentino Sero was a ruthless man, that is if you cross him. He runs hotels and casinos, as well as underground gun and trades. You know the gist, Italian man, involved with the mafia. One thing about him is he likes to take in broken people, help them and trap them into working in the mafia for the rest of their lives.

After being disfigured by a fire, Annabelle Sanchez was kicked out by her parents. Twelve years later, she was brought back, not out of guilt but out of the need of a victim of an arranged marriage. What was worse, her fiancé, disdaining her looks, dumped her in public. In desperation, she married Kendrick Gregory, her ex-fiancé's brother. After marriage, Kendrick was surprised to find that Annabelle was incredibly gorgeous. She, on the other hand, realized Kendrick was actually a cunning fox.

My mate and my brother hated me for twelve years. They believed I stole their precious Sarah's herbal research and bullied her for twelve years into silence. At my marking ceremony, they exposed my "crimes" to the entire supernatural world. "She's nothing but a bully who torments her packmates and a thief who stole the herb formula from Sarah!" But Sarah smiled through her tears: "The formula doesn't matter anymore." "As long as it saved our wolves from silver poisoning, what does it matter who created it?" "I've already forgiven her." She became the pack's angel of mercy. I was condemned by thousands, until the very wolf I'd saved with my medicine poured silver water over my head. In my despair, I dragged Sarah down with me into death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my second year of high school. Sarah was slicing her arm with a silver blade, smiling as she asked: "Have you thought about how you'll apologize to me?" Something in me snapped. My Alpha power surged forth, crushing her to her knees. I grabbed the blade: "Let me show you what real cuts look like."