Dominion has Nova's face and Reena's name-Cyrillius will use and kill them if they're caught. But being on the run in space isn't so bad, Nova's always wanted a different life, and she's got it now. It started with a rumor, that the Bahiri still exist-peaceful worshipers of the Nero and Neron. After what happened on Korpillion, Valen told Nova to find them, and to stay away from him. So that's where the wanted crew aboard The Corsair is headed, across the entire galaxy to the G sector. Nova wants answers about what she did and how it's possible. She's in denial. About what she might be. About where her heart lies. She knows Valen Nero is a bad man, so why is he the only one who fills the hollowness in her chest? Why does she ask him to keep his promise: I will come for you, Nova. And when he does, she'll learn the truth about him, and what happened to shape him into the man he is today.
The vendor looks at me with a suspicious side-eye. His gaze shifts back to the group behind me. They stand there, looking wind-blown and sun-dried. Our skin is caked with dirt and sand, our lips are cracked and peeling.
We're a mess.
"We're not from around here," I state, looking the ugly man straight in the eye. "Which is obviously why we need these."
He looks at me again, but grunts the total. I extend my wrist, paying the credits.
"Thank you," I say through clenched teeth as I take the clothing from the counter, giving him an annoyed look. I turn, distributing the items to everyone in our runaway group.
Zayne, Reena, my father, and I slip the hooded robes over our heads and step back out into the street.
Apparently, Stippe is nice on the other side of the planet. But the Frank our ship came with didn't take landscape into consideration when he landed us on this planet. He detected commerce and civilization and touched down on the side closest to our descent.
This side of the planet is non-stop wind, high temperatures, and lots and lots of sand.
We landed a kilometer outside of the town to not draw too much attention. The Corsair is beautiful. A ship like it draws questions.
We left the Frank to guard it.
So, we had to make the walk through the wind and pounding sand to reach the town and this rudimentary market.
I slip the hood over my head, grateful for it. It's thin fabric, but it's stiff, so it holds its form and has a sheer net that cascades down in front of my face so I can see. It drapes down past my neck, covering much of my chest.
Guarded against the elements now, we head down the street.
I'm trying not to have an anxiety attack. I feel so exposed. My entire life, all I've ever known are towering skyscrapers. I've never been able to see farther than twenty feet, until the next towering building.
But here, it's rolling hills of sand and wide, tan skies for as far as I can see.
It's overwhelming and incredible at the same time.
"I vote we get some food first," Zayne pipes up. "After nine days of rationed Korpillion food, I think I'm ready to see the offerings of the southern desert pole of Stippe."
I nod in agreement. No one complains as we follow our noses down the lane and find a shop advertising the best food in town.
We push open the tent flaps and step inside. The floor is sand, drug inside from the street. The dust is thick in the air, but it smells like spices and some kind of protein, and it makes my mouth water.
We order whatever the cook wants to bring us and tuck ourselves into a table at the far back of the tent.
"Think anywhere on this planet has a shower?" Zayne asks, running his hands through his sandy hair.
I understand what he means. Our ship has a good supply of water, but it also has the latest technology in recycling every drop, from the moisture in our breath, to the run off from the showers, to the urine our bodies produce.
It's hard to feel clean, knowing where the water came from, even if it has been filtered and cleaned.
"You've just been showered for nearly an hour with sand," I say, looking toward the kitchen as my stomach growls. "I think we're entirely new desert creatures now. Who needs water?"
He and my father chuckle, but Reena doesn't even crack a smile. She might be on the run with us, but she still doesn't like me.
The food is brought to our table, and my stomach gives a ravenous growl.
It smells real. It smells organic. It smells fresh.
I shove the first bite into my mouth and nearly moan at the explosion of flavor. It's some kind of meat, real, from an animal, I'd guess. It's doused in spices. There's some sort of root vegetable, and I just know it was grown in the ground. There's another vegetable, something juicy and a little sweet and savory.
"Is this what real food tastes like?" Zayne demands in surprise. His eyes are wide, and he keeps his mouth open just slightly, because the food is piping hot and burning my mouth, too. "What the void have we been eating on Korpillion?"
"Processed, engineered, soot-tainted garbage." Reena says the words without thinking as she, too, lays into the meal on her plate.
My father doesn't even say anything. He lets his eyes slide closed as he slowly chews, obviously enjoying every single bite.
"We're supplying from here," Zayne says, pointing at the kitchen. "None of that pre-packed stuff. We're having them space freeze a whole solar's worth of meals to get us all the way to the G sector."
I laugh, shaking my head at his enthusiasm, because it's obviously not going to happen, but I feel the same way.
Stippe might be a desert wasteland outside this tent, who knew there would be such amazing food inside? What other kinds of food might we discover on other planets if the food here tastes this good to a few refugees from Korpillion?
"I think we should stay on-planet for the night," I say, swallowing another steaming hot bite. "We need to take our time and make sure we get all the supplies we need so we don't have to stop for a while. I'm sure we can find a place to stay in town. If not, we'll go back and sleep on the ship."
"Slam the G sector," Zayne says around a huge mouth full of food. "I vote we just spend the rest of our lives eating food from every Dominion-free planet in the galaxy."
"Typical man," Reena says as she pops another bite into her mouth. "So easily ruled by his stomach."
"Does your mouth not feel alive for the very first time, ever?" he counters, looking at her with wide eyes.
It actually happens. Reena cracks a small smile. But she doesn't say anything, just looks back at her food and takes another bite.
I talk to the cook. I ask him how many meals he can get space-frozen for us by tomorrow evening. He says he can pre-cook four weeks' worth of meals for the four of us. But only if I pre-pay for them now.
Dominion’s strong hold, the planet Isroth, is crawling with soldiers, and worse—the Kinduri. Nova knew her mission was impossible, but hiding the truth of what she really is may be the most critical thing she’s ever done.Presented to Cyrillius as the fugitive he’s been chasing for lunars, the last thing Nova expected was to be complimented and revered by the man, praised for her work. The destroyer of planets has offered her a job, and it’s one Nova can’t refuse.She came to Isroth with a goal: kill Cyrillius. But something is wrong. She just…can’t. Something is stopping her. Maybe she judged Valen for not being able to leave Cyrillius too harshly. Maybe he truly just can’t. Time is ticking. Because the longer it takes her to figure their freedom out, the more sense Cyrillius and Dominion is starting to make.
The Bahiri are real and Nova has found them hidden away on an invisible planet. With their help, she’s finally ready to accept what she is: a Nero. She has to train, to learn how to use her abilities, and she’s got years’ worth of catching up to do. Desperate, she’ll push herself—possibly beyond her limits.But learning how to use her abilities not only awakens her capability to control Neron, but her power to see the future. Going to sleep is a nightmare and heaven, all in the same breath. Her future hasn’t changed—it’s still with Valen Nero, standing and ruling by his side. Every morning she wakes, gutted and alone. Her visions of the love between them aren’t real. At least…not yet.Nova is losing her mind. Her heart is fractured, and conflicted into knots. How is she supposed to let him go, to walk away from the galaxy’s second cruelest man, when she knows what kind of love they could have?The time for a choice has come: stay on Salypso where it’s safe, where Cyrillius will never find her. Or take what she has learned as a Nero and try to change her future, and that of the galaxy.
“I…am nothing.” He takes a step forward, shaking his head twice, with absolute conviction. “You’re not nothing, Nova.” In the Eon galaxy, Dominion controls any planet with solid Neron deposits, and Nova just found out they’re coming for hers. Korpillion isn’t supposed to have any Neron—the galaxy’s purest form of energy—but Nova Ainsley has been working with the owner of a secret mine for months, building highly illegal weapons that can wield Neron. She wants off Korpillion, and selling these weapons will buy her and her father a ticket to another planet in the galaxy. Neron is incredible on its own, but there are those who can wield it to their will, granting them the ability to read minds, see the future, and destroy worlds—the Nero. But this is a galaxy where they are ceasing to exist, and Dominion owns the last one in the known universe, using him to take over and destroy billions of lives. An encounter with the last Nero shows Nova her future: it’s with him. She will stand by his side one day, her fingers laced through his, love and adoration in both their eyes, a dark queen to his evil, pawn king. Fate or destiny, Nova will do whatever it takes to change their future, and that of the galaxy.
Nova knew that the galaxy wanted to be rid of Dominion, but she did not expect the immediate bravery that came after she and Valen declared war against Cyrillius. It’s a daily battle to protect Kaelea from his fleets, but leaders, soldiers, and publicists from planets near and far have come to aide in the fight. Best of all, Nova has reunited with her family.But this undertaking isn’t without its trials. Most of the galaxy still doesn’t trust Valen. With decades of rumors and witnessed actions, it will take an incredible act of risk to prove he’s changed. Until then, the weight of leadership falls squarely upon Nova’s shoulders. She’s never been trained to be a leader, but the entire galaxy is watching her. Failure is not an option.In the end, they don’t win this war until three things are decimated: Isroth, The Dominion, and Cyrillius. It’s time for Nova to build her most powerful weapon yet.
It’s been rumored about in bedtime stories for decades. Nova has seen it in her visions. It’s too dangerous to get within a league of. But those aboard Deliverance have arrived at Glorra Quin Lune, the planet Cyrillius stole Nova from.Everything is uncertain. How will they land on a planet entirely engulfed in Neron? How could anyone survive that blast? What will they find if they make their way to the surface? And will it change everything Nova knows about herself? It’s time for her to confront the past she was too young to remember, and try to save the family she can’t recall.Cyrillius has now lost two Nero and he made the mistake of telling Nova his plan. He’s on his way to the Frozen Kingdom to come claim a new child. It’s time to take care of him once and for all. Justice is going to taste sweet.
Nova and Valen barely escaped Isroth with their lives and now they’ve crash-landed on an empty planet—no people, no tools to fix their ship. Nova has spent her life building and creating mechanics, but this is the most advanced vessel in the galaxy, and she can’t figure out what’s wrong with it. But maybe the crash was a blessing in disguise. They’ve seen their entire lives together, but this is the first real time they’ve ever had with one another. This is their chance to see if their future is worth fighting for, and if there is anything between them besides attraction and fate. On this empty planet, there is no fighting, no war, no conflict. Their days and nights are filled with uncertain glances, soft touches, and life-altering vows.What was once never a question is now a serious consideration: do they even want to fix the ship, or is this the beginning of a brand new, perfect life?
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he never gave a damn about rules and laws, as he only liked to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and lan begged her not to leave him?
RIEKA She was a naive, chubby, wolfless werewolf, maltreated by her mate to the point where she loses her sanity and womb, her crime was being chubby and less attractive than her peers. GABRIEL He was a handsome, strong willed womanizer, who happens to a hybrid ALPHA prince, the person he loves the most is his kid brother RALPH. He has searched high and low for a mate he could never find. What will happen when he finds out that his beloved brother's ex wife, happens to be his long awaited mate, who was maltreated and is currently mentally unstable? Will he forgive his brother for hurting his mate? or will blood flow?
Catherine swallowed with her eyes closed and her lips slightly open, a moan escaped her lips when Lucas slid two fingers under her panties, "Lucas..." She moaned, lost in the sinful desire as her ex-boyfriend's dad moved his fingers against her rosy flesh... *************** Catherine, a young mother of two who came to the city with the hope of finding her twin's father only to be denied and deserted by him, found herself entangled in a forbidden web of craving. As the flame of passion ignites between her and the CEO, Lucas Leonard—her ex-boyfriend's father—their affair takes them on a journey of temptation and sinful desires.Struggling with society's judgment and their own inner desire, Catherine and Lucas must steer the treacherous judgemental waters of the society and either fight for their love or let it crumble especially when her ex-lover came back to claim her and the twins. Will their love withstand the dishonorable whispers, or will it crumble under the weight of societal expectations and her ex-lover's conspiracies to win her back?