Twilight Zone Episode List Novels & Stories

Elena Moore spent ten years sharpening herself into a weapon. Her target: Damian Morton—the billionaire who called her family’s destruction “market correction.” To get close enough to slit his throat, she signs a contract to become his surrogate. But the first blood test shatters everything. Silver threads ignite beneath her skin. Wounds close before the needle leaves. And a second heartbeat begins to pulse low in her abdomen. The DNA Key her father hid in her bloodline is waking up. The child isn’t an heir. It’s a biological trigger powerful enough to control the world. Damian Morton isn’t the monster she expected. He’s the man who watched her mother die ten years ago—and has spent a decade building walls of surveillance and obsession to never be powerless again. Now he protects Elena with the same ruthless control he once used to cage her. “Touch her and you’re dead,” he growls, blood on his hands. Elena hates him enough to kill him. She needs him enough to survive him. As silver hair begins to fall and the child’s pulse syncs with her veins, the hunters on her revenge list start hunting her back. Now Elena must choose: Finish the revenge she lived for— or trust the monster who may be the only man capable of keeping her human. Blood remembers.And revenge never ends clean.

"You don't own me." Despite the pool between her legs, Jasmine refused to succumb to him. "I do. You signed the contract, so every part of you belongs to me, and me alone." A smirk appeared on Christopher's lips. He enjoyed her defiance, because he wanted to break her, slowly, bit by bit, until she would yearn for him alone. ----- Jasmine Gates who is an undercover assassin finds her fiance cheating on her with her step sister on the day of her wedding. Christopher Elton becomes the heir to a multi billionaire fortune after his grandfather had assigned all his wealth to him in a will, but the only clause is the presence of an heir which Christopher lacked. These two humans from different world stumble together leading to a night filled with passion, and throbbing desires. Christopher gives Jasmine an offer, and she has no choice other than to accept unless her brother would die. ***** The contract strictly says, "No strings attached." but someone starts to breaks the rule. And what happens when Jasmine finds Christopher's name in the list of targeted assassination? Would she fight against her own organization just to save the man who she was forced to marry? What would also happen to Jasmine when Christopher finds out she had assassinated his grandfather, the only person that showed him love. Would he forgive her? ______

“You need to learn manners, kitten.” I growl, prowling towards her. "Don't call me that, you kidnapper!” She screeches, throwing another bedside lamp at me. “Take another step forward and I'll—” I grab her and bend her over my knee. I twist both of her hands behind her back, despite her struggles and screams. “What are you doing?!” She shrieks. "Teaching you what happens when you act like a spoilt brat.” I yank her dress up to reveal the smooth skin of her ass, and plain white panties. And land a hard slap on it. *** Dymond Hilary's obsessive ex-lover is trying to murder her. It gets too dangerous, so she runs to the next city, Los-Angeles, with nothing to her name. No job, no home and no means for survival. To make ends meet, Dymond resorts to pickpocketing and stealing. This serves her well, until she made the terrible mistake of stealing from Nile Garres, the most ruthless and tyrannical billionaire in the country. As punishment, he kidnaps her. First to humiliate and teach her a lesson, but then found himself fascinated by his little redhead pet, who he would protect and pamper with all his wealth and power. But how does this ruthless billionaire react when he discovers that his feisty little kitten was pregnant for a powerful rival billionaire? And he finds out she was on someone's murder list? And this "someone" was her psychopath ex-lover?

After being cheated by her beloved boyfriend, Joan Green decided to revenge him. She slept with his uncle, her future uncle-in-law, Noah Hugo, the last kid in the Hugo family, almost the same age with her Ex-boyfriend Fletcher. He was a top and outstanding billionaire in the entire state, having women by his side or sleeping with them was never his desire. Work and Women, are his whole world. Joan contacted and seduced Noah via her private account but she was rejected because Noah knew who she was. 「Wanna F?」 「Pretty. But I don’t fuck my nephew’s girl.」 Joan was furious when she saw his reply, but she didn’t expect that Noah would drink with her at the same pub.She was embarrassed and wanted to escape from him. But he asked her the same question「Wanna F?」 and then... Joan slept with him all night. After she wake up, she just found out that Noah knew her full name. He even knew her cousin Karen Green. That meant Noah knew Joan’s ex-boyfriend betrayed her? Or did he also play trick on her and regard her as a joke!? Joan was in a rage and delete him directly! What if Noah was a scum like Fletcher, then he would never contact Joan again and showed everyone that Joan was a stupid woman. But why? Noah's message was lying on her list again: 「Give me one more chance.」

"I have chosen not to go through with it," I told the twins. Surprisingly, they didn't appear perturbed by my decision to forgo any romantic involvement with them. "My dear, sweet Lily," Hayden's voice resonated with a blend of authority and allure, "while we may have presented you with the illusion of choice regarding our relationship, it was never truly yours to dictate, especially after we've discerned the alluring taste between your thighs." His words, though startling, carried an undeniable magnetism, drawing me closer despite my inner resistance. I didn't fail to notice how Hunter was now closely behind me as well. "B-but this isn't right, and I have the right to decide what's best for me." Hunter had now circled his arms around my waist, kissing my neck deviously from behind, the sensuous feeling filling the pit of my stomach. Raising my head to look me in the eye, Hayden spoke. "There's nothing wrong with fulfilling one's desires, Lily. From now on, Hunter and I will be the ones to satisfy your every need. You belong to us, and no one else." *************** Lily's world is turned upside down after a wild night at the club leads to a sizzling one-night stand with a mysterious stranger, who turns out to be her billionaire boss, one of a set of irresistible twins. As she embraces her new role as their personal assistant, Lily finds herself engulfed in a whirlwind of passion, jealousy, and desire, all while grappling with her conflicting emotions for her friend Dillon. With tensions escalating and desires burning hotter, Lily is torn between the safety of her comfort zone and the thrilling temptation of the billionaire twins, risking everything for a taste of forbidden ecstasy.

On my fifth year anniversary, the first two things I receive are two bills for water and electricity. My wife, Whitney Chapman, comes home at a late hour. She's carrying a food container that's filled with food that has gone cold. "Sorry, I was dealing with an extremely difficult client. I can only make it up to you with supper." She puts down the container before walking into the bathroom. While she doesn't reek of alcohol, there's dust coating the hem of her windbreaker. I call Whitney's secretary, only to find out that she has not been to the company today. A second before I end the call, the secretary adds, "By the way, Mr. Spencer, the new warehouse manager, Maxwell Clarke, was also absent from work today." Maxwell Clarke? The illegitimate child who brings nothing but shame to the Spencer family? What a big coincidence… or was it? I quickly contact the property manager of the villa based on the bills I've received. "A father-and-son duo have just moved into the villa last month." The manager then sends the list of inhabitants to me. The name listed is also Maxwell Clarke. This villa happens to be a property my father left for me back when Whitney and I first got married. Since it's too far from the city, I've left it vacant all this time because I wanted to reserve it as a villa meant for vacation purposes. Now, the people I hate are the ones living in that villa.

Fresh out of college, Clara Stewart asked me to take on a $500,000 mortgage for her. When I refused, she turned around and bought an $800,000 villa in full, for another guy. Holding up the property deed, she told me: "Jayden, the truth is, I'm actually rich. I've been pretending to be poor to test you. Unfortunately, you failed. I'm disappointed in you. Let's break up." I simply smiled and walked away without a second thought. The irony? I'm the son of the richest man in the country. I was pretending to be broke, too. Fast forward four years, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. Clara had just barely made it into the top 50 on the list, clinging to the arm of Henry Brown as they entered. She spotted me in simple clothes with no visible brand, holding a child in one arm and the keys to a Porsche Cayenne in the other. Thinking I was someone's driver, she sneered: "Jayden, you really went all out just to see me again? Let's be real, you're just a driver now, and I'm on the wealth list. We live in completely different worlds. Don't waste your time fantasizing." I did not bother replying. Honestly, I was only there because my billionaire dad insisted. I had finally cleared a day to spend with my son and now I had to waste it on that.

On New Year’s Eve, my fiancee, Delilah Carrington, left me to freeze to death in subzero snow. As my body went numb, she was wrapped in the military coat I had found for her, curled up in Everett Kingsley’s arms while eating the holiday groceries I had paid for. When I opened my eyes again, I was back before everything fell apart. So when she called—cold, demanding, rattling off a shopping list like I owed her—I hung up, blocked her number, and made my move. I sealed off Blackridge Logistics Hub, the largest logistics hub in the country. Stockpiling supplies? Pointless. Because my coworkers and I had more packages than we could ever open: seafood delicacies, premium cigars, top-shelf liquor, and industrial generators. Hundreds of millions of shipments meant for the holidays were now all mine. Inside a warehouse kept at a steady 26°C, I ate wagyu steak and watched the world collapse through surveillance feeds. I witnessed Delilah’s entire family tear each other apart over half a moldy pack of crackers. I thought I could live like this forever. I was wrong. In the apocalypse, the most dangerous thing isn’t what’s waiting outside. It’s the people who refuse to stop playing the hero.

During the holiday season, a flood hits. The company's warehouse is submerged up to the third floor. Due to the emergency, I have my assistant tell everyone to come back a day early to help. I promise that the company will provide stipends and extra time off to make up for this. But on that day, a Gen Z employee goes live across the internet to report me. "Oh, my God. It's 2025, yet there are still companies forcing employees to adjust their time off and work overtime! Is this heartless boss so broke that she needs to exploit us like this? Will she die if she doesn't squeeze us out of every drop of usefulness? Company notices override the law. Impressive stuff, this is!" Soon, the company ends up on the trending list due to criticism from the online community. Even the regulators come knocking to hold us accountable. In the end, the company is forced to cancel the notice. A lot of equipment isn't salvaged in time, resulting in significant losses. The employee even posts a victory lap. "Give the boss a tiny lesson—see if she dares to force overtime again!" I'm so angry that I laugh out loud. I tell my assistant to cancel the annual benefit we give all employees—an entire month of paid time off for Christmas and the New Year holidays. If we have to stick strictly to the law, then fine. Have it your way!

My Job? Keep Creed Empire’s playboy CEO away from gold-diggers. My secret? I used to be one. ~ My name is Jenna. A quick one before my lovely writer takes over. To the world, I’m Jason Creed’s bodyguard… tough looking and unfeminine. The perfect image of an official bodyguard. But my real assignment has nothing to do with criminals or rivals, like you’d expect. Instead, I keep the leeches away — the ladies Jason drags into his bed because he’s bored of his grandmother’s ‘approved list’ of women. Yes, I know how pathetic that sounds. But this job pays for my father’s treatments, and it’s my one shot at a real fucking guard academy. Then Jason sleeps with the wrong girl… a blogger’s daughter with a habit of blackmail. His grandmother, the Baroness, gives me 48 hours to fix it or I’m fired. So I made a deal with the playboy himself. One night… One vow to his grandmother – a vow that can never be broken. Jason laughs in my face. A tomboy like me? Please. He has no idea what I’m capable of. No idea how easy I could get a man wrapped around my finger. No idea about the man who’s been hunting me for years. That night changes everything. But the Creed Family may not survive it when my past comes knocking.