In 2093, Earth is governed by megacorporations and AI-driven regimes. Memories are currency, and identity is mutable tech. Kieran Voss wakes up in a derelict alley with no past, a mysterious device embedded in his neck, and a hit squad on his tail. As he uncovers the truth-he's not only a rogue test subject but also humanity's last chance against a weaponized AI protocol he helped create-Kieran must decode his shattered memories, navigate betrayals, and fight to reclaim his soul in a world built on lies. But time is running out, and the only way to survive... is to remember everything.
The Man in the Alley The first thing he noticed was the blood. It pooled beneath his fingers, hot and sticky, seeping through the cracks in the broken pavement. His palm was cut open, trembling against the cold. Somewhere above, a drone buzzed past with that high-pitched, insectile whine that always meant surveillance. He didn't move. Couldn't. His body was an aching roadmap of bruises, and his head-his head felt like it had been cracked open and glued back together wrong. A voice scratched in his skull: "Protocol Echo initializing..." He blinked. No name came. No memory.
Just a dull, nauseating emptiness where an identity should've been. The alley was narrow, flanked by flickering neon signs and dumpsters overflowing with decay. Graffiti danced across the bricks-warnings, prayers, gang marks, love confessions long since drowned in smog. His knees buckled as he tried to stand, catching himself on the rusted corner of a dumpster. The pain grounded him, a sharp stab that said: you're alive, barely. He checked his pockets. A single object. A photograph. Crumpled, bloodstained. A man with green eyes-his eyes-stood beside a woman with fire in hers. Her face was half-ripped. Someone had scratched the corner with a word: ECHO. His fingers moved to the side of his neck. Something pulsed under the skin, like a metal tick. No pain, but foreign. Implanted. "Where... am I?" His voice cracked, dry like sand. No answer. Then, gunshots in the distance. Not the loud kind. Suppressed. Professional. Getting closer. Adrenaline took over. He pushed himself up, vision tunneling. Stumbled into the street-just a sliver of light between shadows. Traffic hummed above on a skyway. Holograms danced in storefronts, offering neural upgrades and identity remaps. He kept his head low. Cameras lined the walls, eyes of the city watching everything. And then he saw them. Two figures in black, moving like shadows across the street, heads tracking him like hunting dogs. He ran. No thought, just instinct. Turned down a maintenance corridor. Hopped a fence. Landed in garbage. The cuts on his legs split open again, but he didn't stop. They followed. His feet hit metal stairs. Up, up, up. A fire escape. Rooftop. Wind slammed him in the face. Across the gap-four meters wide-another rooftop waited. He backed up. "Don't do it," one of the men called behind him, voice modulated. He didn't think. Just jumped. Flew. Cracked the landing, shoulder screaming. Rolled. Kept moving. This wasn't survival. This was muscle memory. Whoever he was, he'd done this before. He ducked into an abandoned warehouse. Rust creaked with every step. Light flickered from a broken panel above. He found a corner, collapsed, breathing like he'd outrun a demon. The pain was catching up to him now. His hand was worse than he'd thought-deep laceration, bone just visible. The blood had started drying in a thick crust across his knuckles. He didn't panic. That was the strange part. Even with no name, no history, and killers chasing him, he didn't panic. He assessed. Checked for resources. Watched exits. Calculated odds. Who the hell was he? The panel in his neck pulsed again. A digital flicker across his vision-augmented HUD interface, barely functional. Lines of code scrolled past. A name appeared for a split second: Kieran Voss. He whispered it. It didn't feel like his. Not yet. "Voss?" a voice echoed from the dark. He stood too fast. Blood roared in his ears. From the shadows stepped a woman. Compact, fierce, a cybernetic arm glowing faintly at the joints. Short-cropped auburn hair framed a face that had seen hell and didn't flinch from it. "Don't move," she said. "Or I drop you." He froze. "I don't know you," he said. She cocked her head. "That's funny. You should." Her eyes narrowed as she circled. He tensed. "You don't remember anything, do you?" she asked. He didn't answer. "That's a problem," she muttered. "Because a whole lot of people just died thanks to what's in your head." His mouth went dry. "What?" She walked up to him, stopped inches away. Her hand touched the side of his neck. Her fingers grazed the device under his skin. Her face changed. "They really did it," she whispered. "Echo Protocol... they activated it." "I don't know what that is," he said. She stepped back, like she'd touched something poisonous. "Well," she said, tone turning cold. "Let's hope you remember before they find you again. Because they won't be as forgiving." She turned to leave. "Wait," he said. "Who are you?" She paused. "Call me Arden." They didn't trust each other, but he followed her anyway. She had answers. Or at least she had a direction, and right now, that was the only thing keeping him from unraveling. They moved through service tunnels under the old subway grid, past forgotten tech graveyards and street gangs armed with neural disruptors. Arden knew the paths, knew the signs, knew how to stay out of the AI surveillance grid. She tossed him a drink pouch. "You're dehydrated. Try not to die until I figure out whether I should help you." "Thanks for the warmth." "Don't get cute. You built a weaponized consciousness that wiped out an entire city block. I saw the footage. People's brains melting out their ears. Echo Protocol turned minds into data farms. You think I'm just going to forget that because you've got amnesia?" "I don't remember building anything." She looked at him, eyes softening for half a second. "Yeah," she said. "That's the worst part." Later, they reached a safehouse-a crumbling apartment sealed behind biometric locks and old-school analog traps. Inside, a rusted terminal blinked weakly. Arden scanned the device in his neck. Her brow furrowed. "They hardwired the root key into your spine," she said. "Echo lives in you now. Not just the data. The seed." He stared at her. "What does that mean?" "It means you're either the last hope or the last bullet." The lights in the apartment flickered. "Someone's pinging your implant," she said. "They've found you again." And that was when the walls blew in.
After a devastating car accident leaves him with no memory of his past, Jack Ellis returns to his hometown, haunted by fragmented memories and the shadow of an abusive marriage. When he meets Mia, the woman he once loved, he doesn't remember her-yet the connection between them feels undeniable. As Jack struggles to piece together his life, he and Mia navigate their tumultuous past, confronting secrets, old wounds, and the possibility of healing. Can Jack reclaim the love he's lost and confront the demons of his past, or will painful memories destroy any chance of reconciliation? "Fragments of Us" is a poignant tale of lost memories, emotional healing, and the power of love to redeem and transform.
In a world where mate bonds are surgically altered and reassigned, Mate No More follows the story of a woman who was rejected and erased from her destined mate bond. She became a tool for the system until she had her bond severed, leaving her powerless-but no longer. Now, a rogue leader, she's on a mission to destroy the oppressive system that controls fate. But when her ex-mate, the powerful Alpha who cast her aside, discovers that his bond with her was erased too, he is forced to face the shocking truth: She's no longer the woman he knew-she's the one who's been hunting him all along.
In the mystical realm of Elarindor, Elira Wren discovers she's the last heir to a vanished werewolf bloodline, setting her on a perilous quest to uncover the truth about her parents' death and an ancient curse infecting her blood. Hunted by the ruthless Crimson Court and aided by a sarcastic rogue, a cursed knight, and a disgraced witch, Elira must navigate a world of betrayal, prophecy, and monstrous power. As she gets closer to the truth, the beast within her threatens to consume her. Can she harness her power to become the hero the realm needs, or will she succumb to the darkness? Whispers of the Storm is a tale of identity, transformation, and love transcending fate.
"Vows of Betrayal"follows Roman, a man driven by a deep desire for revenge against the Ravenswood Construction Group after the death of his family in an accident caused by their bulldozer. Using his intellect and ambition, Roman rises from poverty, building a successful empire and plotting to destroy the Ravenswood name. His plan hinges on marrying Isabella, the heiress of the company, and manipulating her into doubting her fiancé, Thomas, whose shady dealings lead to a scandal that begins to tear apart his reputation. As Roman gets closer to Isabella, he subtly inserts himself into her life, positioning himself as her protector and confidant. Despite her initial resistance, Isabella begins to question her trust in Thomas and is eventually swept into Roman's scheme, agreeing to marry him for both practical and emotional reasons. However, as Roman achieves his goal of marrying Isabella and taking control of the company, he starts to grapple with the emptiness of his victory, realizing that his obsession with revenge has led him to lose sight of what truly matters. The story explores themes of power, ambition, love, and manipulation, as well as the emotional toll of seeking vengeance at the cost of everything else, leaving the characters to reckon with their own choices and the consequences of their actions.
"Forever Bound" follows Ava Rossi's journey as she navigates an arranged marriage to powerful Don Alessandro Morano, develops complex feelings for him, and pursues a path of revenge against his family, leading to a twist that threatens to destroy their relationship and their lives.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
Aria never wanted to marry Kael, the arrogant playboy her father forced her to accept as her fiancé. But Kael had his own twisted motives-he only wanted her because she was the one girl who refused him. When Aria rejected his demand to sleep with him a week before their wedding, Kael tried to take what he wanted by force. His drunken pursuit ended in tragedy when he was struck by a car, leaving Aria caught in the crossfire of blame. Zander, Kael's elder brother and the soon-to-be Alpha King, believed Aria was responsible for his brother's death-and promiscuous to boot. To prevent war between their packs, Zander agreed to marry her, but only for revenge. His plan? Ruin Aria's life for a year, then cast her aside and divorce her. But Zander's scheme begins to unravel when his ex-best friend Asher returns, determined to take Aria for himself. As secrets from the past resurface, Zander discovers betrayal, lies, and truths he never wanted to face. Was Aria truly guilty, or was she just another pawn in a deadly game of power and revenge? Asher laugh and say, "You're a fool; she never wanted to come. I told her you were with Lyra, so she came. And now I've achieved my goal: I ruined your marriage." Zander feel foolish, asking, "But why? I never did anything to you! You were my best friend. I should have killed you when you slept with my ex fiancée, Lyra!" Asher respond, "You knew I loved her, but you stole Lyra from me. She was my true mate, but she refused to marry me because you were soon to be the Alpha King! She never loved you. She loved me but wanted to be the queen of werewolves; that's all." Zander would realize how foolish he was. Yet, he still believed Aria wasn't innocent because she slept with his deceased brother before the wedding.