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My hips work shamelessly, riding his hand as he sucks bruises into my neck. This dirty secret, this indecent proposition so at odds with my buttoned-up life. The light, near-cruel flicks, rip a scream from my throat as I shatter, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my body locking down in a bone-deep spasm.

I just had sex…with a stranger…in a dirty back alley…


"Be a good girl. Good girls get rewarded."

Bullshit.

Being a good girl doesn't get you jack shit, but a cheating husband and piles of credit card debt in your name—credit cards that he used to pamper his side piece, the mock with I really want to erase from my mind from that bitch: Maybe if you could give him a baby, he wouldn't need to go looking somewhere else."

After years of negative tests, how cruel is it that one reckless encounter with a stranger could succeed where my marriage failed? A strangled laugh escapes my lips, edging on hysteria.


The sexy man with dark eyes leans forward, elbows on his knees. "Who I am doesn't matter," he says, the words echoing in the marrow of my bones. "What matters is that you, Penelope, are carrying my descendant."

"Your…your descendant..?"

⬥ Keegan ⬥
I was sent to her.
To watch her. To protect her. And, when the order comes… to kill her.
My name is Keegan Caffery. I’m the Carter Mafia’s best hitman. I don’t miss. I don’t fail.
At least, I didn’t use to.
I don’t know what it is about her that got to me first—her mouth, her mind, or the way she looks at me like I’m not what she should fear.
I’ve had a gun to her head since I walked into her life.
She knows it.
And she still doesn’t run.
She just watches me back like she’s studying a problem she refuses to call impossible.
She’s the one variable I can’t control.
And God help me… I don’t want to.
I have an order. I have loyalty. I have a trigger.
But every time I imagine it—
I can’t stand it.
Her or me. That’s the math.
It’s a deadly equation I don’t want to solve.
⬥ Maisie ⬥
I’m not ordinary. I stopped pretending long ago.
My name is Maisie Seo. IQ 145. Clinical genius.
Which sounds impressive until you realize what it actually means: I don’t fit anywhere people expect me to.
I see patterns everywhere. Outcomes before they happen. People like equations I’ve already solved.
It gets lonely in a world you’ve already figured out.
So I dull myself down. Smoke the edges off. Pretend, badly, to be the kind of normal that lets people stay.
Then he walked in.
I knew what he was immediately. Dangerous. Intentional. Wrong in all the right ways.
I should be afraid of him.
I keep waiting for that to kick in.
Instead, I’m fascinated.
Because for the first time in my life… I’ve found something I can’t solve.
He is my deadly equation.

On their third anniversary, instead of a gift, Bryce threw divorce papers directly at Rose’s face so his first love could move into their marital bed.

"Sign it immediately. Lily is back, and she’s the only woman I’ve ever loved," Bryce sneered, looking at Rose's faded dress with utter disgust. "I’ll give you a million dollars. Don't let my grandmother know you're struggling on the streets like a beggar."

For three years, Rose had swallowed every humiliation, scrubbing floors and secretly using her own connections to build Bryce’s empire from nothing. She loved him so deeply she willingly played the role of a poor orphan. But looking at his cold, arrogant eyes, her love turned to ash.

"Keep your dirty money," Rose whispered. She picked up the pen, signed the papers without a single tear, and slammed them onto the table. "Give me half an hour to pack. Johansen is nothing without me!"

An hour later, Bryce stood by the window, expecting to see his pathetic ex-wife crying in the rain. Instead, he watched in absolute shock as a limited-edition white Rolls-Royce smoothly pulled up to her. A man in a custom Armani suit stepped out, respectfully opened the door, and gently kissed her hand before she slipped inside.

Bryce’s blood boiled instantly. "She left with a billionaire? Who the hell is that man?!"

What Bryce didn't know was that the man wasn't just any billionaire. He was Dominic Cavendish, the most ruthless CEO in the country—and Rose’s fiercely protective older brother, coming to take the true heiress of the Cavendish empire back to her throne.

He owns me.

Not as a man owns a woman—as a master owns property. Legally. Completely. Efrem Mustafin, leader of one of the five Rings, the most dangerous man I have ever stood beside, and the only thing standing between me and a death sentence.

My name is Alaki Bea Miller. In the ground above, they call me something else: X.

That's what they call us—the inferior. The ones whose only crime is the blood in our veins. In this world, it is illegal to carry more than one bloodline, and I carry the proof of it in mine. I am not a person here. I am not human. I am an abomination, a flaw the system was built to erase.

So when Efrem saved my life, he could only do it one way the law would allow. He took me as property.

Before the watching eyes, I submit. I lower my head. I belong to him.

In private, it was only ever supposed to be pretend.

He says my word means nothing against his. That without him, I have no rights, no protection, no future. I know he’s right. And I can’t tell you when it stopped bothering me. Because the scariest part—the worst part—isn’t the facade. It’s that somewhere along the way, I stopped pretending. The surrender I was performing became real. And he, the man who could lose everything for owning me, risks all of it anyway.

Master Efrem Mustafin, he is.

Subject Alaki Bea X, I was.

My name is Alaki Bea Mustafin.

And in this world, I am Mustafin.

I was meant to wed the man I love, Damien Blackwell. Rather, I was humiliated in front of his whole family and falsely accused of business espionage. They ruined my reputation. My accounts were frozen. They took everything.
Then his uncle made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Cold, merciless, and frighteningly strong, Kael Blackwell offered me two options: marry him or perish in prison for crimes I didn't commit.
I'm now imprisoned in his penthouse, wearing his grandmother's ring and pretending to be his submissive wife while he treats me like the criminal he thinks I am. He keeps an eye on my calls, has authority over my life, and reminds me every day that I am under his command.
But when the truth finally comes out, when he realizes I was innocent all along, will his regret be enough? Or will I be the one walking away while he begs me to stay?
He wanted revenge. He got a wife he'll have to grovel to keep.

My father was a pastor. He was also the reason I died.

In a world already on its knees, vampires in the streets, daylight a memory, the human race running out of places to hide. You would think a man of God would know better than to make a deal with the devil. Or, in our case, the Vampire Lord.

He didn't.

And I paid for it.

The part I can't quite make peace with is what came after. Because dying wasn't the end of it. Someone pulled me back, one of the five men they call Sentinels, blessed with something older than the war itself. and now I'm supposed to be grateful. They tell me I've been given a second chance. What they don't tell me is that the second chance comes with a war, a calling I didn't ask for, and five men I'm not sure I'm ready to trust.

Especially him. The one in charge. The one they call Elion.

He is not what I expected. Nothing about this is.

I have exactly two questions and no good answers: am I supposed to feel this way about a man whose job is to protect me? And if he's as dangerous as everything in me already knows he is. Would I be safer keeping him at arm's length?

I'm starting to think that was never really an option.

Every person is born with two shadows: their own, and their Echo—a silent counterpart whose experiences shape their instincts and fears across different timelines. Most never see their Echo. But on the night of a rare astral convergence, Amelie's Echo steps out of her shadow and becomes flesh—manifesting as Dexter, a man with memories of her unborn destiny. After one impossible night together, he vanishes into light. When reality begins to glitch and Dexter returns piece by piece through the shadows of others, Amelie discovers she is a Cartographer of Fate—and that their love is a metaphysical mistake the universe will do anything to correct.

She only wanted one reckless night to escape the grief that haunted her—but she never expected it to come with consequences that would shatter her world.

Architect Isla Cole thought a fleeting encounter with a stranger could numb the pain of losing her father. What she didn’t count on was waking up to discover he wasn’t just any stranger—he was Ellis Kennedy, the enigmatic billionaire who had just acquired her firm. Charming, infuriating, and dangerously alluring, Ellis is everything Isla should resist. But the spark between them refuses to be ignored, igniting a chemistry that’s both thrilling and perilous.

As Isla navigates boardrooms and blueprints, she begins to uncover the cracks in Ellis’s polished empire—and in her own past. A decade-old secret emerges: her father’s death wasn’t an accident, and the man she’s drawn to may be at the center of a cover-up powerful enough to destroy them both. Every stolen touch, every shared glance, pulls Isla deeper into a web of passion and betrayal where trust is a luxury she can’t afford.

Now, caught between desire and danger, Isla must decide if love can survive the lies—or if giving her heart to the man who holds the truth will be the choice that buries her forever.
In a city where ambition is ruthless and secrets are currency, Isla and Ellis must confront the past, navigate the present, and decide if the foundation of their hearts can withstand a truth built on blood and betrayal. One reckless night could change everything—or destroy them both.

Salem, Massachusetts is having problems, and high school student Jessica Palmer’s life is about to become strange beyond belief.

Those cops frightened to death in the cemetery? Yes, they really were.

When a young, good-looking demon-hunting witch Chad Hollingsworth comes into town to help stop the problems, he has to ask Jessica’s mom and grandmother for help.

The challenge? Her mom wants nothing to do with her family legacy, and her grandmother’s reputation as a looney old witch who talks to cats …

Is it that far from the truth?

Now Jessica has to learn enough of the concealed magical world to decide if she wants to be involved.

Then again, that world may not allow her the option of choosing. Can she survive her new reality?

Jessica comes from Witch Royalty, and plenty of enemies want her dead before she gets a chance to learn anything about her past.  Click the button to find out how one young woman learns, makes mistakes, and juggles life with opportunities that challenge her future.

What happens when a demon yells right in front of a Church?

Unfortunately for the demon, Pastor Norman knows how to take him out.

If he can just find him!

While the Pastor and Jessica's grandmother are working out the problems, Jessica is having to deal with keeping her GPA up all while learning about her past and the family abilities.

Oh, and dealing with an imp for a familiar.

Being a teenage witch isn’t all as it’s cracked up to be… unless Jessica can learn what she needs which creates a problem.

Without her mom's permission, Jessica won't learn a thing.