Z Murder Drones

She knows that she should pull away, Heather cannot. She feels herself once again drawing closer to Casey without conscious thought. She can feel his breath on her cheek and the smell of his aftershave. Casey completely consumes her. This time there is nothing to break their connection or disrupt the moment. ***Heather is a woman looking to avenge her mother’s death, and it just so happens that she believes the Sullivans who happen to be the richest most powerful family in Boston are responsible. In her hunt for justice, Heather finds herself drawn to the eldest son. Casey. Coming from two different worlds, each with a troubled past. Can she love the son of the man who murdered her mother?***“I don’t know what else to do. With everything that has happened, I’m just feeling lost. I don’t think I know Casey as well as I think I do.” Heather says regretfully.***The Billionaire’s Heir: Loving the Son of a Murderer by Roxanne Greyson, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Elara Blackwood has spent her life in the shadows. As an omega werewolf hiding a perilous secret—she carries both wolf and vampire blood—she learned early that survival meant invisibility. But everything changes when the Moon Goddess chooses her as the fated mate of Alpha King Damon Thornwood. Damon is powerful, devastatingly handsome, and utterly unwilling to accept an omega as his Luna. In front of hundreds of supernatural beings, he rejects her, shattering their mate bond and breaking her heart. Humiliated and alone, Elara flees to the human world, determined to forget the man who destroyed her. Yet fate has other plans. An ancient prophecy stirs in her blood—she is the Chosen One, destined to unite warring species and bring peace to a supernatural world on the brink of destruction. As dark forces rise and enemies close in, Elara must embrace powers she never knew she possessed. Damon never stopped loving her. Now he must fight to win back the woman he rejected, prove his devotion, and shield her from those who would twist her power for evil. But can a broken mate bond be mended? And will Elara ever trust the Alpha who once crushed her? A sweeping saga of rejected love, epic destiny, and the redemptive power of second chances, spanning five generations of Chosen Ones.

Andy, seorang arsitek muda yang antusias pada pekerjaan pertamanya, baru saja diterima sebagai warga Kota Betaverse ketika ancaman virus Z yang masih dalam penelitian, pecah menjadi gelombang pandemi. Virus Z diketahui membuat pengidapnya berperilaku pasif, ganjil hingga destruktif bagaikan zombi. 

Pendant dix ans, j'ai versé mon sang pour mon compagnon destiné, Damian. Je l'ai façonné jusqu'à en faire un Alpha. J'ai bâti sa meute à partir de rien. Mais, à la veille de notre cérémonie de la Lune de Sang, il l'a choisie, elle. Il a fait de sa première amante, Isla — celle qui l'avait abandonné — la Grande Prêtresse. Pas moi. Il pensait que je n'étais qu'une simple renégate douée pour la magie. Il croyait pouvoir puiser ma puissance, me rejeter, et revendiquer Isla comme sa véritable compagne. Mais il a oublié qui je suis. C'est moi qui ai négocié les traités. C'est moi qui ai organisé les échanges. C'est moi qui ai érigé les barrières magiques qui les protégeaient tous. Lui et sa meute ont salué Isla comme leur sauveuse. Ils se sont prosternés à ses pieds. Ils ont voulu se débarrasser de moi. Leur plan ? Me forcer à escorter un démon jusqu'à l'Abîme de l'Exil. Mais il n'a jamais su mon secret. Je ne suis pas une renégate. Je suis la plus jeune fille du Roi des Alphas. Je suis de sang royal. Alors je leur ai donné ce qu'ils voulaient : je suis partie. Et ils n'ont commencé à paniquer que lorsque mes protections se sont effondrées, et que leurs terres ont été envahies.

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding，in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar. The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders. The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head. But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss. “She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.” After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. “Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”

To seize more territory, the ancestors of the Black Moon Pack desecrated the Moon Goddess's altar. For their crime, a deadly curse was woven into their bloodline: no male wolf of their pack lives past the full moon of his thirtieth year. The only cure is to mark a she-wolf with the blood of the Moon Goddess, using her song to suppress the rage that boils in their blood. In my last life, I was that cure. I was married to their Alpha, Corbin. He marked me before the entire pack, binding us as mates. But once the threat of death was gone, he had me thrown into an asylum. "I never believed in that Moon Goddess blood crap. If the pack hadn't forced me to marry you, Faye never would have run off and married that Beta from the neighboring pack. Now she's broken mate bond, and I'm going to make her my Luna, no matter what. As for you, go to hell." Then he shattered our bond, whispered to the guards, and walked away. I was locked in a silver cage, tortured day after day with injections of silver poison. On the day of Corbin and Faye's mating ceremony, the guards gave me a fatal dose. A fiery agony tore through me. My body convulsed, and then… endless darkness. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back at my own marking ceremony. This time, I'm going to watch. And I'm going to see if Corbin can survive his thirtieth birthday without my blood.

Kinanti Puspita merasa kecewa dengan sikap suaminya serta, Ibu mertua yang suka seenaknya bertindak. Dia sudah tidak tahan lagi mendengar cemoohan, hinaan dari Ibu mertua serta, adik Iparnya. Apalagi, Revan tidak pernah mempercayai dirinya dan selalu salah di mata mereka. Mereka suka bertindak seenaknya karena derajatnya jauh lebih tinggi dari kinnan. Kinan pun suka di ejek wanita tidak tau asa usul keturunannya dan suka menyusahkan mereka. Satu kejadian membuat Kinanti merasa sakit hati oleh suaminya karena telah berselingkuh, apalagi dia telah menghamili wanita itu. Revan meminta agar Kinan mau menerima Ica sebagai istri keduanya. #Akankah Kinan mau menerima Ica sebagai istri kedua? Bagaimana jika mereka tau, kalau sebenarnya Kinanti adalah wanita keturunan ningrat yang ternyata selama ini menyembunyikan indentitasnya? Penasarankan? Yuk, baca ceritanya disini.

I masterminded a half-billion-dollar art auction to wash money for Miles’s family. But at the celebration party, Miles gave all the credit to Rebecca. His childhood friend. The daughter of the family’s consigliere. I stormed into his study. “Miles, head curator was Rebecca? Are you sure about that?” He looked up from a cloud of smoke, pulling me into his arms. His voice was a low, soothing rumble. “Valerie, I know you want to prove yourself, but this was all Rebecca. Especially the Caravaggio. The real one, worth three hundred million. She’s the one who pulled it off.” His lips brushed my forehead, his breath hot. “I don’t love you because you can fix some old paintings. You’re my queen, always. My girl. You don’t have to worry about her.” I almost laughed. The anger was choking me. “She can’t tell the difference between oil and acrylic. How the hell would she know a real from a fake?” “Enough!” Miles cut me off, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I know what Rebecca can do. Don’t make a scene just because you’re jealous.” His hands tightened, trapping me in his smoky embrace. “Don’t disappoint me, Valerie.” But he already had. When I’d had enough of his favoritism and his blindness, I walked. And that's when he went crazy. Scoured the earth looking for me. Begging me to come back, saying he was blind, that he’d been wrong about everything.

Anita didn't want her father's wealth to fall into the hands of her half-brother and stepmother. Marriage was the prerequisite for holding company shares. Anita ultimately chose a random man she met at the hospital. He needed money because his face was disfigured and deformed. "I'll pay for the hospital bills, but you have to be my husband." Anita married him, regardless of his bandaged face. Marriage wasn't important to Anita, as long as she could get all her family's wealth back. A mysterious man smiled with satisfaction at Anita's crazy request to marry him. To hide his identity, he accepted her crazy offer. "Okay, let's get married, honey." The mysterious man smiled meaningfully. If he knew her identity, she would surely regret marrying him. Who exactly was Anita's husband? What would happen to Anita after she found out who her secret husband was? Would she truly regret it?

Anita tidak mau kalau harta ayahnya jatuh ke saudara tirinya dan ibu tirinya. Syarat untuk bisa memegang saham perusahaan adalah dengan cara menikah. Akhirnya Anita memilih pria random yang dia temui di rumah sakit, laki-laki itu butuh uang karena wajahnya rusak dan terlihat cacat. "Aku akan membiayai biaya rumah sakit, tetapi kamu harus jadi suamiku." Anita menikah dengan orang tersebut, tidak peduli wajahnya yang diperban seperti mumi. Bagi Anita menikah bukan hal penting, asal dia bisa mendapatkan kembali semua harta keluarganya. *** Seorang pria misterius tersenyum puas dengan permintaan gila dari Anita yang mengajak dirinya untuk menikah. Demi menyembunyikan identitasnya, dia menerima tawaran gila dari Anita. "Okeh, kita menikah sayang." Pria misterius itu tersenyum dengan penuh arti, andai dia Anita tahu identitasnya, pasti wanita itu menyesal menikah dengannya. Siapa sebenarnya suami yang dinikahi oleh Anita? Bagaimana nasib Anita setelah tahu siapa suami rahasianya itu? Apakah dia benar-benar akan menyesal?