White Smoke

Twelve years of love, loyalty, and promises—shattered in one gunshot moment. Aria thought she knew what love meant: sacrifices, patience, blind faith in the man she'd called her fiancé for over a decade. But on Valentine's Day, with a gun pointed in their direction, Liam instinctively shielded his ex, Sophia—while Aria was left bleeding and invisible. "You almost died!" "And he didn't even look at me, Lili. He wrapped his arms around her like I was nothing." Torn between heartbreak and dignity, Aria makes a bold move—marrying Liam's wealthy rival, Aiden Carter, in an impulsive act of revenge. But Aiden is more than a rebound. He's powerful, possessive, and unexpectedly protective—and he plays for keeps. Now caught between a love that failed her, and a man who may demand more than she's ready to give… Aria's heart faces the ultimate reckoning. Will she finally become someone's first choice—or lose herself trying?

Roo has a big secret that she keeps not only from all the wolves in Winchester, but from her mate as well. Her mate who also happens to be the Alpha. While Roo is trying to keep her identity and rare abilities a secret, she suspects that the Alpha has one of his own. Can Roo keep the mate bond a secret? Can she continue avoiding the pack she wants nothing to do with? Can she find out the Alpha's secret without falling to her desires?

Brenda thought her life was perfect, but her love story did not end up the way she wanted to. Her turned into a nightmare when her lover, Pablo, had an affair with a younger woman because she cannot conceive a child.

Summer’s RoadMy name is Ian Memmer, and I've been keeping something from my best friend Summer Quinn for years. I'm in love with her. She breaks my heart over and over, day after day, but I love her. We grew up next door to one another. She's kind and beautifully broken, and she has no idea how I feel. Because of her depression, and since she never showed any signs she felt the same, I've kept silent. Tormented. Wanting her. Becoming the playboy everyone views. I'm her rock. She needs me. I fear she's keeping secrets from me, too. Then a passionate moment between us changes everything, gives me hope. Yet the guy she's been dating wants to take their relationship to the next level.Winter’s PathMy name is Matt Holcomb, and I'm the good guy. The boy next door. I'm the safe bet and I always do the right thing. Then one night two years ago, I made a terrible mistake that caused irreparable damage, and the guilt is killing me. If I'm ever to make the leap and find love again, the woman would have to be perfect. She can't disrupt my carefully constructed control. I met my best friend Jenny Winter as a teenager and have loved her ever since. She's gorgeous and talented. Her voice could make angels weep. Yet she chose someone else and I swore I'd never fall for her again. Until something happens between us and passion ignites.Seasmoke Friends is created by Kelly Moran, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Seorang wanita muda asal Indonesia, memulai perjalanan kariernya disebuah perusahaan di Jakarta. Ia mendapatkan kesempatan langka untuk mengerjakan proyek satu perusahaan besar di New York, ini merupakan batu loncatan yang dapat mengubah hidupnya. Namun, dibalik itu, ia dihantui oleh rasa minder akibat masalah bau tubuh yang ia alami. Meskipun sudah berusaha berbagai cara untuk mengatasinya, bau tubuhnya selalu menjadi bayang-bayang yang mengganggu setiap interaksi sosial, membuatnya merasa terisolasi dan tidak percaya diri. Di tengah perjuangannya untuk mengatasi rasa rendah diri, Emily bertemu dengan Mr.Whiteller, pria yang menarik dan misterius. Tatapan matanya yang tajam dan sikap profesional yang dingin membuat Emily merasa terkesan, namun juga cemas. Apakah bau tubuhnya akan mengganggu pria itu? Apakah Mr. Whiteller akan menerima dirinya dengan segala kekurangannya? Rasa takut dan harapan bercampur aduk dalam hatinya. Emily merasa terjebak antara keinginannya untuk lebih dekat dengan pria itu dan ketakutannya akan penolakan. Suatu hari, Mr. Whiteller meminta bantuan Emily untuk memilih beberapa barang dekorasi untuk rumahnya. Kesempatan ini membuat Emily semakin gugup, terlebih lagi ia khawatir bau tubuhnya akan tercium. Namun, tak disangka, kesempatan tersebut malah mengubah dinamika hubungan mereka. Mr. Whiteller mulai menunjukkan perhatian lebih padanya, dan Emily, yang awalnya merasa tak pantas, mulai merasakan ada harapan baru dalam dirinya. Apakah mungkin Mr. Whiteller melihat dirinya lebih dari sekadar partner kerja? Ataukah ia hanya merasa kasihan? Namun, seiring berjalannya waktu, hubungan mereka menjadi semakin rumit. Emily berusaha keras mengatasi insekuritasnya, sementara perasaan antara dia dan Mr. Whiteller berkembang, meskipun banyak hal yang belum terungkap di antara mereka. Emily merasa berada dipersimpangan antara memperjuangkan hubungan yang belum jelas dan tetap berfokus pada impian dan kariernya. Tantangan terbesar datang ketika Emily menyadari bahwa tak semua perjuangan membuahkan hasil yang diharapkan. Dalam perjalanan mencari penerimaan diri dan cinta sejati, Emily harus menghadapi kenyataan pahit—bahwa harapan seringkali tidak selalu terwujud.

The day I went into labor with the twins, I bribed the family doctor to shoot me up with every heavy-duty suppressant he could get his hands on. Anything to stall the birth. Why? Because in my last life, Vincent—my husband, the Don—claimed to have a low sperm count. To guarantee an heir, he lined up ten mistresses and told the whole house: whoever popped out a son first, her kid would be the next Corleone Don. He promised if I delivered first, he'd ditch the others. Said our baby would inherit the throne. I bought every word. When I found out I was carrying twins, I couldn't stop shaking—I thought I'd won. But after I gave birth, he tossed me and the babies into the freezing wine cellar and locked the place down. "Lucy came from nothing. I just wanted to give her kid a name. You started rumors, pushed her into despair, and now she's dead—her and the baby. You're vile. Not fit to be the Don's wife. Think about what you've done. I'll open the door in three days." Then he had the butler seal it shut. What he didn't know? That night, the cellar caught fire. Me and my babies? Burned alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right before labor. This time, I'm not staying. Soon as I deliver and get back on my feet, I'm taking my kids and disappearing for good.

My name is Isabella Wright. In my fifth year of marriage to the Don of a powerful mafia family, I find out that the protection charm he gave me causes me headaches whenever I bring it with me. I take out the sachet I find in the charm and bring it to Cursley Hospital. The doctor inspects the sachet and tells me that it contains a type of slow-acting poison that doesn't just cause harm to the victim's body but also renders them infertile after a while. I cry and exclaim, "But that's impossible! My husband gave this to me! His name is Vincenzo Cursley. He's also the person who owns this hospital!" The doctor looks at me in confusion. "Miss, I think you need to visit the psychiatrist. I know Mr. Cursley and his wife. They're very close and intimate with each other. Also, Mrs. Cursley just gave birth to a baby boy not too long ago. They're both now in the VIP ward, looking at their baby." Then, the doctor shows me a photo on his phone. Vincenzo was wearing his usual black suit with the Cursley family emblem embroidered on it. He was holding a baby in his arms, and as for the woman standing next to him… I know her. Her name is Claudia Henderson. And Vincenzo has always referred to her as his adoptive sister.

In my fifth year of marriage to the Don of a powerful mafia family, I find out that the protection charm he gave me causes me headaches whenever I bring it with me. As a surgeon, this raised my alarm. I retrieved the small sachets I had found inside the amulet and brought them to the toxicology lab at Kosley Hospital.. The doctor inspects the sachet and tells me that it contains a type of slow-acting poison that doesn't just cause harm to the victim's body but also renders them infertile after a while. I cry and exclaim, "But that's impossible! My husband gave this to me! His name is Vincenzo Cursley. He's also the person who owns this hospital!" The doctor looks at me in confusion. "Miss, please stop the nonsense. I know Mr. Cursley and his wife. They're very close and intimate with each other. Also, Mrs. Cursley just gave birth to a baby boy not too long ago. They're both now in the VIP ward, looking at their baby." Then, the doctor shows me a photo on his phone. Vincenzo was wearing his usual black suit with the Cursley family emblem embroidered on it. He was holding a baby in his arms, and as for the woman standing next to him… I know her. Her name is Claudia Henderson. And Vincenzo has always referred to her as his adoptive sister.

I used to be the apple of my family's eye, but Suzanne Nilson changed that when she showed up on my birthday with a DNA test result. The Nilson family cruelly kicks me to the curb and throws me back to my biological parents, leading to me being sold off to the village idiot. Xavier Gubbens, with whom I've grown up, kicks the door down and saves me. Later, he etches a word on my face. "Do you think you're done repenting for your sins with this, Suzanne Nilson?" Later still, his eyes are red as he pleads, "Can't we go back to how things used to be?" How things used to be? There's no such thing. Everyone has to look to the future.

My wedding to Don Lorenzo Corsica was always 'almost.' Five years engaged. Thirty-two weddings. Every single one crashed and burned. Then came number thirty-three. Halfway through, the chapel wall caved in. I landed in the ICU. Skull fracture. Major concussion. A dozen critical alerts. Two months stuck between life and death. Then I clawed my way back. On discharge day, I caught him talking to his right-hand guy. "Don, if you're really into that scholarship girl, just dump Ms. Mortoro," the guy said. "Corsicas can kill gossip. No need for staged accidents... She nearly died." Lorenzo went quiet. Then finally, "I owed her parents. They died for me. Marrying her was the only way to repay that. But I love Sofia. She's the one I want." I looked down at my stitched-up body and cried without a sound. So it wasn't fate that wrecked me. It was him. If he couldn't choose, I'd do it for him.