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It was five years ago when Andrew's friends died. Two of them were his teammates in volleyball and one of them was his boyfriend. All of them were said to be killed by his best friend, Allen. The tragedy almost caused him to take his own life. But just like the rainbow that appears after a rain, Andrew was able to get back on his feet and tried to live as normal as possible. It was then when he met Karl, a handsome and a tall looking man with a cold demeanor. For Karl, Andrew was his sun no matter what his past is. Andrew was the person who changed him, a person he had promised he wouldn't leave. But there will always be darkness after the sun shines. For they thought they could finally be happy, a person from the dark past came back. Will Andrew be able to find happiness? or will the past pull Andrew back to how he was? For updates follow me on my Facebook page: @lawlietwrites

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I came home early and found my husband buried deep inside my best friend. I threw a wine bottle at his head, and walked out of the door. That night I ended up in a bar I'd never been to, and somehow in the arms of the most dangerously beautiful stranger I'd ever seen. No name, no numbers, just one night that I told myself it meant nothing. Six weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I didn't know if the baby belonged to my soon-to-be ex husband or the stranger whose name I never got. So I did the only thing that made sense, I ran and built a life in London from scratch and raised my son alone for six years. It was okay, until my estranged father died and left me his entire billion-dollar empire with one condition. I had to marry his protege. Zake Langston. The most powerful man in New York. The man who looked at me across that law firm like he already knew exactly who I was, because he did. He was the stranger from the bar. Now my ex wants my son. My dead father's enemies want my company and the man I'm forced to call my husband is looking at me like the night we shared six years ago was never finished. Maybe it wasn't.

On our fifth anniversary, I came across the Instagram page of a stranger named Serena Reed. The girl lay sideways on a hospital bed, her bandage-wrapped hand intertwined with a man's larger hand. On the man's ring finger was a moonstone ring, with Vincent Carter's name and my own name clearly engraved on the band. Below the photo, the girl had written: "It's just a tiny scratch, but he was so worried he insisted I stay in the hospital. Being loved like this feels incredible!" An hour earlier, Vincent had apologized to me over the phone. "Nina, there's an urgent matter with the patrol team. Don't wait for me for dinner. When I come back, I'll bring you a gift." He was not coming home for our anniversary because he was with another woman. I silently melted down the moonstone ring and sent it to Vincent as a gift. Then I packed all my belongings, including the pup in my womb, and left the Shadow pack quietly, never to return.

Some contracts are signed in ink. Others are written in something far more dangerous. Julian Evans has built his entire life on numbers; precise, logical, unyielding. As a forensic accountant, he follows the money, exposes the lies, and never gets close enough to feel the heat. Until the trail leads him somewhere no paper audit can protect him from: directly into the orbit of Alastor Vane. Powerful. Patient. Ruthless in ways that would make lesser men confess to sins they never committed. Their arrangement is simple on paper. Julian gets access. Alastor gets cover. No feelings. No complications. No crossing the line that separates what they are from what they could become. But the line keeps moving. The deeper Julian digs into the fraud unraveling at the edges of Alastor's empire, the more he realizes the rot isn't coming from outside, and the man he's supposed to be investigating might be the only one keeping him alive. Someone inside wants the investigation buried. Someone inside knows Julian's name. And the closer he gets to the truth, the harder it becomes to remember which side of the law he's supposed to be standing on. He came for evidence. He's staying for reasons he refuses to name. Because the most dangerous thing in Alastor Vane's world isn't the enemies at the door. It's the forensic accountant who's starting to look like home. A dark omegaverse romance. Slow burn. Morally complex. Not for the faint of heart.

Camden Price's true love, Lynn Gardner, died on my surgery table. Unexpectedly, the malicious Camden chose to protect me from backlash and even proposed to me. He treated me extraordinarily well after we got married. Camden would take me to taste the hottest chili. We would sign up for the most death-defying activities like bungee jumping. When it was late at night, he would take me to the rowdiest and most dangerous bars to drink our hearts away. All this led to me contracting stomach cancer. During my late-stage cancer, I found the diary he left at home. Everything he did with me was what Lynn wanted to do with him. On the last page of his diary, he wrote hatefully, "She deserves to die." I did die. I died after Lynn was found alive. She had faked her death. I died on the day Lynn was marrying another man. You should be happy now, Camden.

My best friend is a death angel named Faro, and my father works for the devil. I am an incubus demon who has a talking cat named Samson, who happens to be a cursed wizard stuck to live his life as a black cat, an annoying companion who sheds entirely too much. Being an incubus I survived solely on the pleasures of the flesh. I was Dipping my dick into a different woman almost every night for the past hundred years. Whether paid for or brought home to my penthouse from the local watering hole I had company quite frequently to feed my hunger. Cursed to earth I had unlimited wealth and countless numbers of females to recharge me at whim. My punishment from Lucifer wasn't all that bad. At least it wasn't until a wisp of a female brought me to my knees. Could I fall in love, for real? It was inconceivable even though I was named for it; it was the furthest from who and what I was. I was, at the very least, an uncaring prick. Could someone like me know what love was and did I want to know? That's the real question I asked myself. This is my story of how my demon heart started to beat after centuries of being a cold obsidian stone by a young redheaded female with unique secrets of her own. Could she love me enough to walk through the fires of hell for me? This is her story...

My mom is 71 years old. Thanks to her arthritis acting up, she's in so much pain that she can't descend the stairs at all. She tentatively calls me and asks if she can rent an apartment that comes with an elevator of its own. But my wife, Lucy Glaser, brings out the household ledger and points at the red numbers on the pages. "Last month, you bought yourself a tie, which is 300 dollars beyond our monthly budget. Yet now you're planning on adding another impulsive expense?" Only then do I realize that I don't even have the freedom to buy myself a tie despite earning an annual salary of tens of millions of dollars. My mom is still trying to explain herself in a humble tone over the phone. "Oh, please don't feel troubled about it, Caleb. I was just asking on a whim. I've already grown used to my old home anyway…" After I end the call, I feel rather stuffy in my chest. What's there for me to feel troubled about? After all, I'm a partner of a top-tier law firm who earns tens of millions of dollars every year. The one who keeps standing in my way is Lucy, who's only a mid-level lawyer yet insists on controlling my finances. She also calls herself the best candidate for the household asset allocation.

"After witnessing his parents’ doomed love affair, serial playboy Ash Younger decided long ago that love was not meant for him. With his charm and good looks, he’s never lacked for beautiful women. He may push numbers as an accountant by day, but by night, he’s only interested in having a woman in his bed. Yet the night he encounters a mysterious—and gorgeous—widow who doesn’t immediately fall under his seductive spell, Ash realizes he wants her more than he’s ever wanted another woman. Following the loss of her husband two years ago, Violet Fielding wants to focus on two things: her jewelry business and beginning her life anew in the small town of Fair Haven, Washington. She doesn’t have time for men or romance, and she certainly doesn’t have time for a man who’s a well-known playboy and younger than her. Violet already found the love of her life in her husband, and after his death, she knew she could never love anyone again. But when Ash kisses her, all of her plans and promises are turned upside down. A passion stronger than either Ash or Violet could imagine envelops them both one night—and that night changes everything. As old heartbreaks threaten to tear the couple apart, both must find the courage to see that, of all things, love is worth a second chance."

One keystroke can dismantle an empire. One touch can burn it all down. Zlliot “Zli” Lukeson is known as The Ledger. A forensic accountant for the elite Camelot Unit, he doesn’t kill with bullets—he kills with bank accounts. Driven by the cold, jagged memory of his sister’s execution, he’s spent years tracking the blood money of the Crimson Dragons. He’s calculated every move, accounted for every risk, and prepared for every variable. Except for Ronan Hwan. Ronan is the Syndicate’s crown prince—a brilliant, rebellious lion drowning in the shadow of his ruthless matriarch mother. He’s hedonistic, sharp-edged, and plagued by a pain only power can numb. When a mysterious, observant stranger named "Mike" walks into his nightclub, Ron doesn't just see a conquest; he sees a challenge he’s been craving his entire life. What starts as a lethal game of cat-and-mouse in a New York penthouse spirals into a volatile collision of grappling, shattered glass, and forbidden heat. Zli is there to steal Ron’s secrets; Ron is determined to keep the man who tried to kill him. Now, trapped between a vengeful agency and a possessive mafia heir, Zli must decide: is he the predator, or has he finally met the man who will put him in a gilded cage? In the city of New York, the numbers always balance. But when vengeance meets obsession, the cost is more than either man can afford to pay.