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Four months pregnant, I walked into the OB-GYN clinic filled with joy—this was the child Archer and I had waited three years for.
But the moment the ultrasound report was handed to him, his gentle gray eyes twisted violently.
"Abort it. We absolutely cannot keep this child."
My stepfather watched coldly. The stepbrother who doted on me most slapped me hard across the face. My own mother wielded the scalpel and removed my uterus.
Half a month later, they picked me up from the hospital with roses, only to turn around and lock me away, feeding me psychiatric drugs until I died.
Reborn, I thought that as long as I hid the report, I could save my baby.
But they forced me onto the operating table once again.
It wasn't until I saw the report with my own eyes—
That I finally understood why my child had to die.

They gave him 24 hours to hand over the girl.
He gave them 30 seconds to regret .

Jack Cole was supposed to be nobody—just another quiet college student.
No records. No past. No trace he ever existed.

But when a powerful family tries to take his cousin as part of a dirty deal…
and a billionaire heiress becomes the target of a professional kill team…

Something buried comes back.

The campus?
Just his cover.

The truth?
He’s a weapon trained for war—
the kind governments deny, and enemies never see coming.

Now the richest family in the city wants him dead.
A private army is moving in.
And a global biotech empire is pulling strings from the shadows.

They think they’re hunting him.

They’re wrong.

Jack isn’t running.
He’s choosing who dies first.

At the Morello family’s Christmas dinner, I stood beside Vincent, waiting for him to announce our engagement.
Instead, in the very next second, he walked in holding a little boy and claimed him as his son.
And the woman he said he was going to marry? Scarlett Morello. The one he had always introduced as his “sister.”
The whole room erupted in applause. I stood there frozen, like a nail hammered into the floor.
Later, in his study, he took my hand and said, “Scarlett is dying. Late-stage breast cancer. She only has six months left. After she’s gone, I’ll marry you.”
But there was no guilt in his eyes. No love, either.
Then he told me to go to his villa that afternoon, to take care of the woman who was supposedly “dying.”
I opened the photo he sent me. Scarlett was lying in a hospital bed, pale-faced, an IV in the back of her hand.
A professional tennis player who had been playing in an exhibition match three weeks ago, and who had dropped three grand at Louis Vuitton on Fifth Avenue just five days ago.
But sure. She was “dying.”
At three in the morning, I was curled up by the front door of my apartment, crying so long I lost track of time.
Then my phone lit up. A text from an unknown number:
[Elena, I’m downstairs. When we were kids, you told me that once I controlled the docks on the East Coast, you’d marry me. The docks are mine now. Does that promise still stand?]
I pulled back the curtain and there he was. Ethan Vitale, my first love, leaning against the door of a black Cadillac, lifting a hand in a lazy wave.
Three years ago, when he left New York, he was only a Capo.
Now, he was the Don of the Vitale family.
He didn’t rush me. Didn’t pressure me to come downstairs.
He came for one reason only, to let me know he was back.
I wiped away my tears and texted back:
[It still stands.]
Because I wanted to see for myself just how long that woman could keep up her act.

The Percy Family Heir's Scandal Leaks Again!

Cecilia Davis sat curled up in the master bedroom, scrolling through photos of Edward Percy and Jessica Brown.

The photos were taken secretly, but from a sharp angle.

Through a car window — the two of them, going at it hard.

Cecilia let out a cold laugh, tossed the photos into the trash, and felt a wave of deep exhaustion wash over her eyes.

"Do I really have to cut it?"

"Ma'am, this is Mr. Percy's request. Only if you cut your hair as short as Ms. Brown's can we clear up last night's rumors. Of course, you don't have to go — that is, if you never want to see your brother again."

Edward's assistant Leo spoke with a dismissive air, not a trace of respect in his eyes.

As if she, the so-called Mrs. Percy, was nothing more than a joke that nobody needed.

And honestly, that's exactly what she was.

On a stormy night, a horrific crash unfolded on the overpass. The victim was brought to the city forensic center.
My husband, Ethan, slipped on his gloves and expertly examined my shattered body, his voice detached. "Record this: Female, approximately twenty-five years old, suffered severe trauma before death."
His assistant sighed. "That's rough. Not a single family member showed up."
Just then, the assistant slid a misshapen silver band off my mud-streaked finger.
"Sir, this ring... isn't it identical to the one you keep in your desk drawer?"
With a sharp clatter, the scalpel slipped from Ethan's hand and hit the floor.

The hockey game should have been the biggest night of Jace Hunter's life, instead it became the night he saw a dead girl standing in the crowd. With thousands watching, the Northwood Academy captain drops his stick, walks away from the championship game, and stares at the new scholarship student who has just arrived, then says four words that change everything.

"You are supposed to be dead."

Ava Rhodes has never met Jace Hunter, or at least that is what she tells him. She came to Northwood for one reason: to find out what happened to her brother, Caleb Rhodes, a hockey prodigy who disappeared three years ago after being blamed for a devastating incident that destroyed his career and left another player permanently injured. Everyone says Caleb ran away, Ava knows he did not.

The moment she steps into Northwood, strange things begin happening. Someone warns her to leave, and someone knows why she came, while Jace, the one person who seems to know the truth about Caleb, refuses to tell her what happened that night. Then Ava discovers something impossible: a photograph of her from three years ago, standing beside Caleb and Jace on the exact night her brother disappeared, though she has no memory of being there.

As Ava and Jace reluctantly join forces, they uncover secrets buried beneath Northwood's perfect reputation, and the closer Ava gets to Jace, the more dangerous everything becomes.

Jace has always lived by one rule.

"Never Ever Get Attached."

But Ava is the one girl he was never supposed to meet again.

The one girl he believed was dead.

And the one person who may finally uncover the truth he would risk everything to keep buried.

If Ava was really there the night Caleb disappeared, what happened to her memory?

Elijah is the powerful, centuries-old Head of the High Council of the Vampire Clans, a master of thoughts and emotions. His word is law — yet his power begins to fracture when he encounters a rebellious Dhampir Hunter.

Aurora “Rory” is an outcast, a despised Hunter who lacks elemental power. What no one knows is that her weakness is the secret of her Dhampir blood, which renders her immune to all forms of vampire mind control. It is precisely this ability that draws the dark Ruler to Rory — and exactly this ability that makes her the most dangerous target of both species.

When a fanatical vampire faction attempts to use Rory’s blood to break the ancient peace treaty and ignite a new war, Elijah is forced to forge an alliance with the girl he despises.

While on the run, Rory realizes that the enforced physical closeness to the arrogant, controlling Elijah awakens a dangerous spark within her. Elijah, meanwhile, must deny the truth: that the hunter he wishes to claim is his Mate — his fated partner.

The fate of the world lies in their hands, but hatred and forbidden desire pull them ever deeper into a widening chasm. Elijah must choose: will he save the power of his clan, or will he choose the love that could bring about the downfall of his own kind?

"Let Aria have the Stanford recommendation. Quinn owes her."
I stared at the family group chat—the one I wasn't in—and let out a cold laugh.
In my past life, I went completely hysterical over this, only to earn my family's disgust and a miserable death.
Now, reborn and given a second chance, I looked at the room full of guests celebrating My success, and walked straight to the microphone.
"Everyone, the party is over. I'm turning down the Stanford spot."
Under my family's stunned gazes, I dumped my champagne into the trash bin.
This rotten family? I'm done with them.

Victoria discovered that I hadn't submitted any supplemental medical expense claims for two weeks.
She assumed I had finally been disciplined and had given up what she called "the exploitative nature of the lower class."
Little did she know, my backpack held the signed divorce papers and my mother's death certificate.
As I turned to leave, I was still wearing the discounted trench coat she'd casually given me three years ago when we got married.
What she didn't know was that I, a deep-sea geology genius from MIT, willingly endured three years of her humiliation and ridiculous rules, just so my mother could stay in her conglomerate's private hospital to prolong her life.
Now, my mother has died because of unpaid bills , and even her ashes are carried by me in a cheap canvas bag.
Now that my loved one is dead, there's no need for me to continue being her obstructive dog on Wall Street. The lives she owed with those approval forms, I will settle with the collapse of her entire conglomerate empire.

Tessa Sinclair just moved in with her enemy—Tyler Reed, the ruthless hockey god and her new stepbrother.

Desperate to escape her undatable nerd reputation, Tessa strikes a dangerous deal: she’ll tutor the failing star athlete so he doesn’t get kicked off the team… in exchange, Tyler must teach her how to seduce Daniel Ashford—the one guy who can make her the queen of Eastwood High.

But Tyler’s lessons don’t stay innocent.

Late-night sessions turn filthy. Stolen touches in empty locker rooms grow bolder. Every practice kiss becomes hotter, deeper, and more forbidden. What starts as fake slowly ignites into something raw, addictive, and completely wrong.

Because the more Tyler teaches her how to crave another man…
…the more he realizes he doesn’t want to share her at all.

Grace Ainsley is seventeen, broke, and promised to a stranger to keep her mother alive. Then one night her rage shatters a mirror, the air turns cold, and a powerful wolf with golden eyes catches her before she finishes what her instincts started.
Enzo Torres is pack royalty—dangerous, disciplined, and next in line to rule. He should’ve walked away. Instead, he locks his gaze on Grace like he’s just found something he never wanted.
But Grace isn’t just anyone’s mate. She has a childhood best friend, Maddox. The boy who swears he’ll protect her… then drugs her on her eighteenth birthday to hand her over to the man she’s being forced to marry.
Grace runs. Straight into Enzo. What she gets is a mate who can’t let her go—and two wolves willing to burn the world for her.

BLURB

Elaine moves to Herbert Wilbur - a strange name for a boarding school, and an even stranger place to study.

she meets Allan, a boy attached to piano keys and eerie hymns, seems to carry mysteries that no song can hide.

Meanwhile, creatures roam the halls. They share the same bodies as human students, cause havoc in secret, and eventually push the soul out to claim full control.

They are placed in a situation where they have to spend nine nights together, during this nine nights, they begin to rely on each other, share burdens and maybe fall in love.

Herbert Wilbur isn't just a school.
It's a cage of secrets waiting to be unlocked.

I felt so sensual, I could feel my body arousing, so I started to kiss his neck. Conri put his hands on my breasts, we are getting into this deeply and I do not want him to stop. I said, "Please don't stop, I want you, right now!" Conri looked at me and said, "Are you sure? If we make love then you will become my mate, forever. And only mine." I looked at him and said, "I want too. I want you!"

Star, the princess of the pack must fight with her inner self to become the wolf that her pack needs her to be. The Alpha in the pack must fight for her when she is kidnapped by the enemy. Her only true love must save her from becoming the enemy herself.
Conri, the Alpha male decides that there will be a battle between his pack and the enemy's pack to save Star, his true love. As Conri trains his pack for the battle, suspicious things start to happen and now the pack must conquer those before they battle with the enemy.

Twenty-year-old Star Thomas dreams of becoming New York's finest model. When she sends her photo to John Langdon Modeling Agency, she is finally chosen for an interview for the next top model. Star travels to New York with her boyfriend, Sam Lawson to meet with John Langdon. The richest man in the modeling industry with a love for beautiful women, John offers her a modeling job, which Star accepts.

Although Sam does not agree, Star makes her choice to move to New York from her small town in Nebraska. As she becomes New York's finest model, Star forgets about the life she lived in Nebraska and instead leads a life she only dreamed about.

Years later, her ex-boyfriend Sam sees her on the cover of a magazine and wants her back. However, he finds out that she is not the person she was in Nebraska and everyone's life has changed.

Royally: Submitting to my CEO is created by Christina Funera, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

A gang boss ground my treasured staff into dust with one boot. “A gutter-bred bastard from the slums, and you’re hiding something this delicate? Cripple him. Let him learn who runs this turf.”
I stared at the silver-white powder on the floor. It was the last relic my brothers left me.
I once swore these hands would be used only to save people, never to kill again.
But today, even the heavens refused to allow it.
I lifted my head slowly. The elven ears I’d kept lowered in submission rose one by one in the dark, sharp as a wolf’s.
“You’re asking me who runs this turf?”
My fist snapped out and caved in the boss’s nose.
I twisted backhanded. Three elite enforcers had their bones shattered in an instant, collapsing like sacks of rotten meat.
I grabbed the boss by the throat with one hand and hoisted his two-hundred-pound body into the air, eyes cold as if I were staring at a corpse.
“Three years ago, when I laid down the rules in this district, you didn’t even know where you were playing in the mud.”
“My things are not for you to touch.”

After a hot weekend with a mysterious woman, Damien Chan did not expect to get a frightened phone call from her, begging him to save-what? who? The call is cut before she says it. The next thing he knows, he's become obsessed with finding her and saving her from the man that had led to their first meeting. But he never expected to find her in his cousin Dale Carson's house... as his wife! She finds out her nightmares are actually memories of her past life... the life of a murderer. Could she truly be the deranged Ellsa Jabari who'd almost added her own sister Ellie to the list of people she's killed? Amnesia can be a real bitch!

Twins Ellsa and Ellie are completely different in character, personality, taste and interests. Apart from the striking resemblance to each other, they share the one thing siblings shouldn’t. The same taste in men.
Carson is interested in only one of them. He is pulled by Ellie’s passion for love and art, and most importantly, him. What starts as a sexual chase, ends with his permanent retirement from bachelorhood.
But their love story is not a smooth one.
Ellie is implicated in the brutal murders of her ex-boyfriends, and Carson is faced with the horror of arresting the love of his life.

All Derek Silva wants is to maintain the life he loves as is. The dangerous lifestyle that came with being a CIA agent with the license to kill. But his long time lover decides she wants a normal life, a slow and quiet life, to have a house and a family. He didn’t do normal and he definitely didn’t do slow and quiet. But saying no to a woman who went by Jackie the Ripper was a fatal risk only an idiot would take. Derek wasn’t known to be very bright.
All Elaine wants is a normal life, to no longer be Jackie the Reaper, the deadliest Black Widow alive. She wants the house with a white picket fence, the husband, the two point five kids and a dog. To be a wife and a mother not an assassin. Was that too much to ask? Apparently so because she had to drop a few bodies to get it.

My name is Jack Morris, a bottom-rung janitor on the docks.
Every day, people walk all over me, and I live on moldy bread.
Until one day, an old man I saved handed me a photograph. "This is my granddaughter. She's being held at the Black Swan Casino."
That used to be my place. Ten years ago.
Her father was a brother who died in my place.
I was once the king of the underground.
And now, at the banquet celebrating the tenth anniversary of my death, they're treating that old man's granddaughter like a toy.
If my disappearance only made those animals more brazen...
Then they can finish that drink and celebrate their own deaths next.

The global freeze descended, and the apocalypse arrived right on cue. I seized all the critical supplies and evacuated first, leaving "the perfect base" behind for the two traitors who backstabbed me. They thought it was heaven, but little did they know that the entire fortress was a precision trap constructed of deception, scarcity, and despair. As the outdoor temperature plummeted to minus eighty degrees, I sat by the window, roasting venison and watching them through high-definition infrared, coldly observing as they lost their humanity in the desperate fight for a single bowl of sawdust.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.