Young Adult Crime/murder Mysteries

"This is the story of a thirty-five-year-old cold and possessive Alpha who falls in love with a twenty-year-old wolfless and tough girl. Celia Beck, the wolfless daughter of the Dark Moon pack, is sold by her stepmother as an Omega. During her attempt to escape, she kisses a passing stranger, after which she is forced to become his Luna. She rejects him in every way possible, but instead of giving up, he wants her even more, as if there's some kind of inextricable bond between them..."

Tiara terpaksa menjadi istri Darka, putra pemilik yayasan panti asuhan di mana Tiara tinggal sejak kecil. Tiara melakukan hal tersebut hanya karena dirinya ingin berbalas budi pada pemilik yayasan. Sayangnya, niat baik Tiara tidak serta merta berbuah manis. Darka adalah pria paling berengsek yang pernah Tiara kenal. Darka tidak pernah memperlakukan Tiara selayaknya seorang istri. Darka masih saja hidup selayaknya pria bujang yang bebas. Bahkan, Darka sama sekali tidak sungkan untuk berhubungan selayaknya pasangan suami istri dengan wanita simpanannya secara terang-terangan di hadapan Tiara. Setelah semua itu, Tiara pun berusaha untuk menutup telinga, mata, mulut, hingga menutup hatinya. Ia tidak ingin mendapatkan luka lebih dari ini. Namun, sampai kapankah Tiara bisa hidup seperti ini? “Apa aku memang setidak pantas itu untuk menjadi istrimu?”—Tiara Alvia “Ayolah, orang tuamu saja membuangmu. Lalu kau pikir, dirimu yang seperti sampah itu pantas untukku? Jangan bermimpi!”—Darka Parama Al Kharafi

Natalie Joy Figueroa is a twenty-two year-old young woman, sexy and tall. All the men were distracted by her beauty. Expectedly , her feelings fall on a scrap man named John Dave. John Dave Fermindoza is a twenty-three-year-old young man, handsome , tall and mascular. He is the opposite of the life that Natalie has. John Dave lived alone and made the trade to earn for his education and to meet his financial needs. The saying that Natalie always hears, "The poor are only for the poor and if you are rich you are only for your fellow rich." Will Natalie break her audible belief for the rich and the poor? Will be she able to fight her love for the scrap man even if they have different statuses in life? Is is true that there are no poor and rich in love?

Five years ago, Sera Blackwood walked away from the only man she ever loved—and the pack that wanted her dead. Now she's back in Crimson Hollow, and Dante Silverclaw, the alpha who let her go, isn't the same broken wolf she left behind. He's harder. Colder. And he has exactly thirty days to find a mate before the pack council forces him to marry someone else. Someone who isn't his true mate. When a series of brutal murders rocks the supernatural community, Sera finds herself working alongside the man who still owns her heart. But the killer isn't just targeting random victims—they're hunting wolves who know the truth about why Sera really ran. As the blood moon rises, Sera must choose between protecting the secret that could destroy Dante's pack or claiming the second chance at love that might cost them both their lives.

I stared down at the contract, a wave of defiance bubbling up in me. I turned back to him, meeting his gaze head-on. "I never asked for your help," I said, "I would've found a way to save my mother on my own. You may think you own me, but I'd rather die than marry you." A slow smile crept across his face, a smug, knowing look that sent a chill down my spine. He knew exactly what I was thinking, as if my resistance only entertained him. "Look at me," he commanded. I reluctantly turned back, locking eyes with him. His face had shifted, his expression darkened, and for the first time, true fury was etched in his eyes. "I’ll count to ten," he said, "If that contract isn’t signed by the time I reach ten, I’ll make the same call I made to pay those bills. Only this time, the instructions will be different. Your mother... your sister…they’ll both be gone." He took a breath, settling back as if the threat were a mere matter of routine. "So… ONE!!" I swallowed hard, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Could he be bluffing? No, I'd seen him kill before, seen how casually he turned life and death into sports. "FOUR," he counted. My hands started to shake. What could I do? If I signed, I'd be bound to him forever, trapped as his wife. But if I didn’t... my mother and sister’s lives hung in the balance. "SEVEN." I closed my eyes, fighting the panic rising in my chest. He wouldn’t do it, I told myself. He couldn’t be that monstrous. But even as I thought it, the doubt crept in. I wasn’t sure. Then, he hit "TEN" himself

*Abandoning ship isn’t my style. It wasn’t hers either, but our circumstances ripped us apart. Now it’s not just a literal ocean standing between us. Francine Chirilova has no direction. After coming out of the closet leaves her without a family at age 18, the quick witted 25 year old has been forced to survive on her connections and kind personality. Throw in a rapidly decreasing appetite and a tendency to gravitate toward abusive women for a epic shit show. While recovering from her latest 4 year long mistake, she makes a strong, yet unlikely connection with her virtual best friend. Que in recovering alcoholic Vasilisa Krovopuskova, aged 26 from Siberia, Russia. After surviving a grueling upbringing on her own, trust is a difficult concept to grasp. Already having experienced heartbreak once before, she wasn’t looking for anything serious when Francine crash landed into her life via an online sanctuary for lesbians. With an ocean separating the two, neither Francine nor Vasilisa know which direction to swim in. Will they stay on their side of the world, or drown trying to get to the other? *Disclaimer* - Strong mature content. 18+, please Book one. To follow is book two: “Our Blank Canvas.”

Grey Young, a young student who suddenly became rich? Being a rich kid from a wealthy family can sometimes bring all sorts of happening. This story is not like what you see in other novels. It follows a path where one can see how the main protagonist deals with his situation and enjoys his life through all the adversities.

When I was ten years old, both my parents passed away. My sister, Brianna, and I only had each other left. We were tormented at the orphanage before the Larsons adopted us. They doted on Brianna and me, and even allowed their daughter, Vivian Larson, to get engaged to me when I was 20 years old. It was a wonderful tale of love. Vivian didn't let any of us down. She would have given me the moon if she could, and she loved me with all her heart. During the ten years we spent with the Larsons, Brianna and I led a good life and never suffered at all. The night before we got married, Vivian took out a treasured bottle of vintage wine. It was to be served at our wedding. However, I poisoned the wine and killed everyone in the Larson family, including my own sister.

[WARNING: Mature Content] "Aren't you a feisty little forte," His rough voice almost made her jump in fright. Her tied wrist ached with the knowledge he was clutching tight to it. He leaned close to her with his lips over her ear and whispered. "No one escapes from me, troublemaker, not even the dead." ____________ Ivanna, a petite princess ran from home after being told to replace her elder sister by marrying a man old enough to be her grandpa. That wasn't the perfect prince-charming marriage she had thought of when she was little. Her parents didn't heed her pleas when she said no. So, she had only one way; To escape. And she fled. But what will she do when she accidentally falls into the hands of the nastiest man she'd ever met? A man whose expression didn't change as he killed his third-in-command for knocking over his stuff. Will her arranged marriage still take place, or will the devil force her into marriage to keep her as his pet? __________ "I am not so bad, Princess," That was the only thing he said before breaking the neck of a man that had earlier gazed seductively at her. "Except when they want my stuff."

My wife, Caroline Bailey, was a forensic pathologist. For her first love, Ian Lawson, she was willing to break every rule she held sacred and allowed him into the autopsy room to observe. She even let him throw acid onto a corpse's face. That was, until Caroline took on a new case. As she stood over the disfigured body on her operating table, she began to fall apart. The acid-burned face was starting to look more and more like mine.