Grays Siren

Modern

Cast out by an "elite" family and mocked by high society, Elena shocked everyone by marrying the most powerful man in town. They assumed it was a temporary arrangement-after all, he had said, "The agreement is for two years. After that, we're done." Yet after the wedding, he refused to let her go. "Elena, you can't leave me." As he doted on her, rumors shattered one by one. A renowned painter, top hacker, and tech mastermind-her true identities stunned the world. When a luxury empire announced their lost heiress, all eyes turned to her. "Why did she look exactly like Elena?"

Billionaires

Cassidy Trevor Gray, after being dumped at the aisle by his fiancee develops a hatred for the female race and vows to reign his wrath on any female that crosses his path. Due to his past grievances with his ex, he developed a sadistic desire to dominate women, being the only way he derives sexual pl

Young Adult

Thomas Adolphus Trollope was born on the April 29th, 1810 in Bloomsbury, London. He was the eldest son to the barrister, Thomas Anthony, and writer Frances Milton (middle names are crucial as there are many writers in the Trollope family) and is the older brother to Anthony Trollope. Thomas had a fi

Romance

Betrayed by those she loved and discarded as a sacrifice, Astrida Mercer awakens within a lethal Infinite Flow system. With a forbidden erotic nightmare system at her fingertips and a monstrous entity as her only ally, she turns her survival into a crusade of blood, desire, and retribution.

Romance

When the alpha (her 1st mate) saw her, he quickly rejected her, thinking she was a human girl. But no, she isn't. She is a siren-the last and most powerful one to ever exist. Her second chance mate is also an alpha, and he does the opposite of her first mate. However, she cannot produce him an heir

Modern

I woke up in Augustine Haynes’s high-thread-count gray sheets, my head throbbing and my throat dry. I told him last night wasn't just about the alcohol, but he didn't even look at me as he tightened his silk tie, treating me like a piece of displaced furniture. He thought I was just a girl from the

Literature

Reminiscences of the Guilford Grays, Co. B., 27th N.C. Regiment by John A. Sloan