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In a world where the wealthy live among the clouds and the rest survive beneath a dying sky, Calla Voss is a hidden heiress-beautiful, brilliant, and caged in a floating city of secrets. She's never set foot on the earth... until a rogue thief from below crashes into her life and forces her to run. Rhys Arden is a rebel with nothing left to lose. But when he kidnaps the wrong girl and discovers she's the key to toppling the corrupt elite, everything changes. She's a blend of fire and steel, and regardless of their differences, their bond is unmistakable. Fleeing from a regime that obliterates memories to stay in power, Calla and Rhys discover a plot that endangers not only history but reality itself. As their lives intersect, their fervor erupts-and thus a revolution begins. But love in a broken world comes with a price. And if they fail, they'll be erased from existence... forever.
Some people dream of touching the sky.
I was born above it-and I've never felt further from freedom.
They call Eirion humanity's salvation. A floating utopia suspended on gravity cores, high above a scorched Earth. To the people below, it's a miracle. To those lucky enough to be born here, it's everything they know.
To me, it's a gilded cage in the clouds.
I step out onto the balcony of my tower-barefoot, in a silk robe too thin for the cold. The wind tastes artificial, just like the lavender sky overhead, which never darkens, never rains, never storms. Our skies were designed to be "emotionally neutral." Whatever that means.
The glass beneath my feet vibrates softly. From up here, I can see the whole upper sector of Eirion: a sprawling city of domes and glittering walkways, floating like a god's playground above the world we ruined.
The world I've never seen.
A security drone hovers a few feet behind me, tracking my breathing, my heart rate, the chemical signatures of my thoughts. It doesn't speak-it's not supposed to-but I know what it would say if it could.
Unstable. Dangerous. Disobedient.
I give it my middle finger and turn my face back toward the skyline.
Even after all this time, I wonder what real stars look like. What real air feels like in your lungs. But questions like that make my father nervous. Damon Voss doesn't like his daughter asking about the surface. He says it's "for my safety."
What he means is: Stay in line, or I'll wipe you clean like last time.
I rub my temples, trying not to think about the gaps in my memory-months missing, dreams that feel like someone else's life. The doctors say it's stress. Trauma. Hormonal fluctuations. I say they're lying.
The wind shifts. My skin tingles.
Then it happens.
The tablet beside me pings. A standard alert. I glance down and read it.
URGENT NOTICE: EASTERN DOME SECURITY BREACH. PLEASE RETURN INDOORS.
My heart stutters. That's impossible. The Eastern Dome is one of the most fortified sectors in all of Eirion. It's where my father keeps his "projects"-the tech no one's supposed to know about. Military-grade, black-level, even off-record to our own council.
No one breaches the Eastern Dome.
A flash of light catches my eye corner. I look up.
And the skyline explodes.
Orange fire bursts from the far end of the city, tearing through one of the industrial towers like paper. A second later, the shockwave hits-glass shattering, alarms screaming, the whole city stuttering under the blow. I fall to one knee, the drone going berserk behind me.
This isn't a malfunction.
This is war.
Smoke billows into the sky, curling like ink through water. And then I see it-slicing through the clouds of debris.
A ship.
Low, black, and silent.
It doesn't fly like our crafts. No ID code. No broadcast signal. Sleek and predatory, it cuts toward my sector at an angle too precise to be a coincidence.
It's heading for me.
I don't scream. I don't run. I can't. My breath catches in my throat as something ancient and buried claws its way into my chest.
This has happened before.
Somewhere deep inside, I feel it-a memory not mine. A whisper of smoke and blood and someone's voice calling my name in the dark.
Calla...
The wind roars. The ship draws closer.
And in that moment, standing on a tower that scrapes a false sky, I know my life is over.
Or maybe... It's finally about to begin.
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The Man in the Smoke
The explosion knocked out the gravity for exactly 3.6 seconds.
I know because that's how long I hung in midair-weightless, breathless, suspended like a doll in a broken snow globe. The wind screamed around me, sharp and metallic, as the entire east wing of my tower shattered in a blast of heat and light.
Then the artificial gravity re-engaged.
And I fell.
Hard.
I hit the floor with a bone-jarring crack, the glass splintering beneath me like ice. My vision doubled. Somewhere, the drone was beeping madly, warning systems screaming in my ears.
"Miss Voss," it said mechanically, "you are in immediate danger. Evacuation protocol has been activated. Please remain still and wait for extraction."
Extraction?
There was no time for extraction. I could already hear the ship coming down, and the sound of engines was shaped more like the muted thrum of a beating heart than anything I would expect from Eirion's fleet. I jumped to my feet, tripping over rubble & choking on smoke. The sky outside was burning. The perfect lavender was replaced by swirling ash and fire.
And then the glass above me shattered.
A figure dropped through the smoke like a shadow falling from heaven. He hit the floor in a crouch, not ten feet from me, steam hissing from the thrusters on his boots. He was dressed in black-combat gear, matte-finished, strange lines of glowing silver etched into the fabric. His face was hidden behind a helmet, visor gleaming blue.
Time slowed.
He stood up slowly, deliberately. My body froze, my instinct telling me to run. But I didn't. I couldn't.
Because somehow, impossibly, I recognized him.
Not his face. Not his voice.
His presence.
It felt like gravity had shifted around him. Like the city itself bent to his existence.
"Calla Voss," he said, voice distorted by the helmet. "You're coming with me."
"What?" I blinked, backing away instinctively. "Who the hell are you?"
"I don't have a moment to expound. The building is unstable. We need to go-now."
"No." I glanced over my shoulder. "My father will-"
"Your father sent a kill order," he said flatly.
Everything stopped.
My blood turned to ice.
"You're lying."
"Do I look like I have time to lie?"
A second explosion rocked the tower. The balcony cracked further. Alarms wailed in angry protest as the tower's central AI began to shut off non-essential systems. We were near the borders of time.
"Follow me, please," and this time softer, he requested. "You don't know what's going on, Calla. But I do. I've seen what your father's hiding. You've seen it too-haven't you? In the gaps in your memory."
My breath hitched. The flickers. The nightmares. The silence.
He reached out his hand.
"Come now, or you won't get another chance."
Some part of me knew I should scream. Call security. Do anything but trust a stranger who just dropped into my life like a missile. But another part-the quiet part that had been locked up for years-leaned forward.
And took his hand.
He has everything. She has nothing. But they share a secret neither one knows. After losing her mother, Ayla Cole is left with no family, no money, and only one clue about her father - a faded photograph of a man she's never met. Desperate for answers, she takes a job as a maid in a luxury estate owned by Dominic Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire known for his cold heart and private life. But when Dominic finds out Ayla's real identity, everything changes. Because she isn't just another employee... She's the daughter of the woman he once loved - and the only heir to a fortune she knows nothing about. With enemies circling and the truth buried in lies, Ayla and Dominic must navigate a tangled past, forbidden feelings, and a legacy that could destroy them both.
Shards of the Moon In a world where magic is bound to blood, memory, and the moon, destiny does not forget its chosen. Kaela has always felt like a stranger in her skin-haunted by fragmented dreams, drawn to shadows no one else can see. Raised in the quiet Wind Kingdom, she hides a strange birthmark, a forbidden power, and a past she cannot name. When a moment of mercy exposes her healing gift, she becomes the most hunted soul in the empire. Five kingdoms are on the brink of war, and the Fire Kingdom's cold-hearted prince, Rael, believes her to be the lost "Moon Shard"-the spirit princess whose disappearance shattered the balance of power... and who may have caused his mother's death. But Rael is not the only one watching her. A silent guardian from another life, a ruthless high priestess weaving a deadly plan, and the unraveling truth of Kaela's past begin to awaken a dangerous legacy. As memories return, so does love-and betrayal. What happens when the fate of an empire rests on a girl who's lived a hundred lives and remembers none? A tale of love reborn, power reclaimed, and a destiny no one can outrun.
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
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Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”