Young aspiring writer Norah Jacobs needs to escape. In just two weeks, her life has been turned upside down. Her brother, a brilliant but deeply corrupt lawyer, is incarcerated for murder. His name, once synonymous with success, is now dragged through the mud by the media. And as if that weren't enough, his former partner-a man as dangerous as he is relentless-now lurks around her home, throwing half-threats her way, making it clear that her silence comes at a price... The peace she had been desperately trying to hold onto crumbles. So, Norah makes a radical decision: she packs her car, abandons her apartment, shuts off her phone, and disappears. Her destination is Bellvale, a small coastal town, far removed from the chaos she left behind. But in Bellvale, calm is only an illusion. Soon, Norah realizes that this secluded corner of the world harbors its own darkness. Strange whispers in the woods, too many piercing gazes, and an unsettling feeling of being watched... She finds herself drawn into an ancient power struggle, one between creatures she thought were only found in fairy tales. And she quickly learns an undeniable truth: no matter how hard you try to run from your problems... they always find a way to catch up.
Norah hummed along to The Turtles' classic, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel as the car glided through the cool night. The lights of the town had long since faded, and now it was just the open road, the dark trees of the Blue Briar forest standing like silent sentinels on both sides of her. The massive branches of the pines and oaks seemed to stretch up into the sky, shrouded in shadow, as if trying to reach the stars but never quite succeeding. The air outside was heavy, humid with the scent of pine and earth.
It was the kind of night that made you feel small, insignificant. But Norah, for all her worries, found some comfort in the silence of it.
The car hummed along, the headlights casting an eerie glow over the winding road. She had always liked driving at night. There was something peaceful about it, something that allowed her to think without distraction. Though tonight, her mind was far from calm. She had to admit, a part of her wasn't entirely focused on the road in front of her. There was an unspoken anxiety that gnawed at her insides, a tension she couldn't shake off.
She drove below the speed limit, her eyes darting nervously from side to side, afraid that at any moment, an animal might jump out in front of her. Earlier, as she'd driven through the outskirts of town, she had passed a wolf, its body sprawled by the side of the road, lifeless. The sight of it had sent a cold shiver down her spine. She couldn't understand why, but seeing animals like that-killed by some force beyond their control-upset her deeply. It wasn't just the wolf. It was the fact that the road, the vehicles speeding by, the humans who never stopped to think about the lives they were taking for granted, had ended that creature's life. If it had died naturally, it wouldn't have hurt her so much. But the idea that someone, some careless person, had caused that death made her feel a mix of guilt and helplessness. She knew she shouldn't feel responsible, but it was hard not to.
The knot in her stomach tightened even more when her thoughts drifted to Daniel. It wasn't just the wolf. It wasn't just the empty darkness surrounding her. It was him. Daniel.
The last two weeks of her life had been nothing short of a nightmare. Since Adam had shown up at her door, explaining everything that had happened, she knew things were only going to get worse. She had always tried to protect him, but the weight of what he had done, what they had all done, was too much to ignore.
Adam had confessed it all-every detail. And as she had feared, his job with Daniel had been illegal. They had planned to steal diamonds from a businessman who had been passing through town. The man was supposed to attend a fundraiser that night, but, as fate would have it, he decided to cut his trip short because of an upset stomach. He arrived home early, just as Adam and Daniel were about to carry out their heist. The man had caught them red-handed.
Things had escalated quickly from there. Adam had tried to flee, but the businessman had managed to stop him. And Daniel-Daniel, her so-called 'friend'-had done what he always did: he ran. He left Adam behind. Left him to face the consequences alone. Norah didn't know what hurt more: the fact that Daniel had abandoned his friend in such a moment or the look of helplessness in Adam's eyes when he told her.
During the scuffle, the businessman had tripped, and both he and Adam had fallen through the coffee table. The glass shattered beneath them, and in the chaos, the man had cracked his head on the table's foot. The moment Adam had realized that the man wasn't just unconscious but dead, Norah could see the panic in his face. Adam had tried to stop the bleeding, but there was no saving him. The man was gone.
The weight of that moment, the realization that a life had been taken-whether by accident or not-was something Norah could not ignore. She loved her brother, flaws and all, but this was bigger than just family loyalty. A life had ended, and Adam couldn't just sweep it under the rug. She couldn't let him. He needed to face the consequences.
It had taken seven long hours-hours filled with shouting, tears, pleading-to get Adam to do the right thing. For a while, Norah had half-expected him to run the moment she turned her back. But he didn't. To her surprise, he had agreed. He'd confessed, had taken the blame. But he left out one crucial detail-the identity of the person who had set the whole thing in motion: Daniel. Norah suspected Daniel had already skipped town, taking the diamonds with him. And frankly, she didn't care. She hoped she never saw him again.
For the last two weeks, Norah had put everything in her life on hold to help Adam navigate the consequences of what had happened. The case had been handled quickly. Adam's confession had led to a swift resolution, but that didn't change the fact that her life felt like it was falling apart. Adam had been given a plea deal, but his involvement in the crime, and the fact that he had been caught at the scene, meant his future was uncertain. Norah couldn't even begin to process how everything had gotten so out of hand. It was all Daniel's fault, and yet, she had no way of reaching him. He was gone, vanished without a trace, just as she had expected.
It wasn't just the criminal consequences that had shaken her, though. It was the fact that Daniel had been the one to drag her brother into this mess in the first place. Daniel had always been like this-reckless, dangerous, unpredictable. And somehow, Adam had always been loyal to him. It was maddening to think how much power Daniel had over Adam, even now, even after everything had happened. Norah couldn't help but feel resentful toward him.
A horn honked sharply in the distance, pulling Norah out of her thoughts. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel, her heart racing for a second before she realized it was just a car passing by in the opposite direction. Her eyes flicked toward the rearview mirror, and for a split second, she thought she saw a shadow moving in the trees. She quickly shook the thought off, telling herself it was nothing. Just her mind playing tricks on her.
But she couldn't ignore the creeping feeling that something was out there-something watching her. She wasn't sure if it was just the eerie silence of the forest or the knot in her stomach that refused to loosen, but she felt a sense of foreboding that she couldn't shake. Her thoughts drifted back to Daniel, and she wondered where he was now. Was he sitting somewhere with the diamonds, counting his ill-gotten gains? Or was he on the run, hiding from the consequences of his actions? Norah knew one thing for sure: she didn't care anymore. As far as she was concerned, Daniel was dead to her.
But that didn't stop the worry from gnawing at her. There was something about him-something dangerous-that made Norah think he wasn't finished. Something told her this was far from over. Daniel had always had a way of weaseling his way out of trouble, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he would come back. And when he did, she wasn't sure what would happen.
Norah glanced at the clock on the dashboard. She had been driving for hours, the road stretching on endlessly before her. The trees, the dark sky, the quiet-everything seemed to blend together into an overwhelming sense of isolation. She longed for the comfort of home, for the warmth of the lights in her apartment, for the moment when this nightmare would finally end. But she knew, deep down, that it wouldn't be that easy. Life rarely was.
She pushed the gas pedal down a little further, the car picking up speed as she continued her journey through the night. The road ahead was dark, but it was the only road she knew, the only one that could lead her away from everything she feared.
Emma had always thought of herself as untouchable. With her sharp tongue, enviable beauty, and spoiled rotten demeanor, she had managed to stay several steps ahead of anyone who dared to challenge her. But somehow, Will Knight-cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted-had managed to kidnap her and her best friend not once, but twice. How? She was still trying to wrap her head around it. The first time had been a chaotic mess. Will had bungled the plan, getting caught halfway through, and yet, somehow, he still managed to pull it off. The second time was almost laughable. Emma had expected a more elaborate scheme, but instead, Will had used his brute force and complete disregard for any semblance of intelligence. It was absurd, really. He had no finesse, no strategy, and yet here they were, locked in his uncomfortably shabby hideout for the second time. "Seriously?" Emma muttered, pacing the room, hands on her hips. "How does someone this clueless get away with kidnapping?" Will shrugged with that stupid grin of his. "Dunno, guess I'm just lucky." Emma shot him a withering look. Maybe luck had something to do with it, but she had a feeling there was more to Will than met the eye. Perhaps he wasn't as dimwitted as she'd thought. That idea made her stomach twist in an unsettling way.
After the death of Peter McKinley, the fate of the McKinley Inns was left in the hands of Peter's firstborn son, Alexander. Thrust into leadership, Alexander was determined to protect the legacy his father built from the ground up. But when he uncovered the company's seemingly unending debts and mounting pressure from creditors, he found himself drowning in financial ruin. Desperation clawed at him as he scrambled for a solution to save the family's name and keep the company afloat. Then came an unexpected offer-one that both intrigued and infuriated him. George Garrison, a young billionaire and hotel magnate, approached him with a proposal: he would buy McKinley Inns, settle its debts, and keep Alexander on as the face of the brand. But there was a condition-George wanted to marry Alexander's younger sister. The deal sounded like a lifeline, but to Alexander, it felt like a betrayal. His sister was in love with someone else, and the thought of trading her happiness for a business deal sickened him. Refusing to give up so easily, Alexander sought out other options, determined to find another way. Meanwhile, George Garrison, under pressure from his late grandfather's will, was required to marry in order to claim full control of his inheritance. The catch? He was gay-and had no desire for a wife or a marriage of convenience. He saw Peter McKinley's daughter as a solution, a name to satisfy the will. But when Alexander stormed into his office, angry and desperate, George found himself considering a far more intriguing arrangement-one that just might change everything.
Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. He walked campus halls like he owned them-tattoos inked across golden skin, smirk cocked like a loaded gun, and eyes that dared anyone to look away first. Between classes and drinking parties, sex and boys, Keagan had it all. He didn't chase love-he devoured it in the dark, left it breathless, and moved on before morning. Until Jamison. Small, skinny, anti-social. With glasses too big for his face and sweaters that hung off his shoulders like afterthoughts, Jamison barely existed in Keagan's world. Quiet, forgettable... or so everyone thought. But there was something in the way Jamison looked at Keagan-like he saw straight through the leather and lust. Like he wasn't afraid. Keagan should've ignored him. Should've kept walking. But something about that awkward little ghost of a boy stopped him cold. Curiosity, maybe. Hunger, definitely. Because suddenly, Keagan wanted more than a body to ruin-he wanted to see if someone like Jamison could handle the heat. The question wasn't if Keagan would break him. The question was... would Jamison beg for it?
Thea Gibson lived a perfectly ordinary life. By day, she served drinks at the local bar, earning just enough to pay the rent and keep her bills from piling up. She wasn't one for extravagant spending, preferring quiet nights at home with her nose buried in the latest paranormal fantasy novel. It was easier to get lost in a world of mythical creatures and epic battles than face the real one, where she tried-and often failed-to suppress the awkwardness that followed her like a shadow. Most nights, she relished her solitude, but that didn't stop her best friend Shae from dragging her to parties. "You need to get out more!" Shae would say with that infectious energy that made it impossible to say no. Thea would end up surrounded by strangers, nursing a drink in a corner, wishing she could escape into the pages of her book instead of pretending to enjoy herself. The only bright spot? Detective Josh Cooper. He was always there, with his captivating smile and those deep eyes that seemed to see right through her. Thea had a secret crush on him. But that was all it was-a harmless fantasy. That all changed one fateful night. The bar was quieter than usual when a figure appeared in the doorway. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as Thea stared at him. He was tall, his presence undeniable, with a calm confidence that seemed at odds with the tension in the room. Before she could even process what was happening, a group of monstrous creatures-Titans, she later learned-charged toward her. Panic surged in her chest. But before they could reach her, the man was there, moving with blinding speed, his hand raised. A bolt of light shot from his fingers, and the Titans disintegrated into smoke. "I'm Hermes," he said, voice smooth as silk. "Messenger of the Gods. And you, Thea, are a reincarnated deity with a destiny you've yet to remember." The words felt surreal. Thea opened her mouth to protest, but the world around her seemed to shift, and suddenly she wasn't sure what was real anymore. "What are you talking about?" she demanded. Hermes smiled, the corner of his lips curling up with a mysterious knowing. "You're about to find out. The Titans are free. And it's up to you to send Cronos back to Tartarus." Thea shook her head in disbelief. "This is insane." "You're not the first to refuse the truth," Hermes said, his tone soft, but unwavering. "But you will be the one to stop him." Everything she'd known, every bit of normalcy she clung to, crumbled in that instant.
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Caught in a web of betrayal, Nicole's life shatters in a single evening when her mother-in-law, Veronica, sets her up in an elaborate scheme. Blindsided, Nicole faces her husband Taylor's cold rage as he casts her out of his life and home, accusing her of infidelity and theft. As she tries to defend herself, her best friend, Sarah, adds another blow by denying their loyalty. "Please, Taylor, you have to believe me!" Nicole pleads, her voice breaking, but his icy response is a dagger to her heart. "I don't hate you, Nicole," he sneers. "I despise you." When Nicole reveals she's pregnant, she hopes for compassion, but it only fuels Veronica's determination to rid the family of her. After signing the divorce papers, a dejected Nicole wanders alone, where a brutal attack leaves her bleeding, helpless, and desperate to protect her unborn child. Six years later, Nicole returns from the ashes to inflict seven times the pains upon those who humiliated her and left her to die. "I'll make them pay so dearly that they'd regret ever been born!" She declares. This is a story of romance and revenge you don't want to miss!