Midnight Kiss

Power Lines

Ethan Voss is a 34-year-old CEO of a billion-dollar tech firm. Polished, brilliant, and emotionally distant, he built his empire from the ground up-but at the cost of his personal life. Trusting no one and keeping relationships strictly transactional, Ethan has made it clear: no dating at the office. Then comes Noah Reyes, a 25-year-old fresh graduate with a sharp mind, quick wit, and a desperate need for a stable job. Hired as Ethan's executive assistant, Noah is everything Ethan didn't expect-warm, genuine, unfiltered, and annoyingly charming. Noah challenges him, teases him, and sees the man behind the title. As long days and late nights bring them closer, tension builds. A forbidden attraction threatens to crack Ethan's carefully curated world. But Ethan's past holds secrets, and Noah's struggling with burdens of his own-an estranged family, financial pressure, and a heart that's been broken before. When desire turns into something deeper, Ethan must decide: risk everything for love, or protect the empire he's built?

Alpha Female

A Prophecy Ignored. A Power Awakened. A Queen Forged in Exile. Zelayah Stormhart was born to lead-but banished before she ever had the chance. Cast out by her pack and betrayed by those she trusted most, she finds unexpected refuge in the mysterious enclave of Wolf Harbor. There, among rogues and visionaries, she awakens a dormant power tied to a long-buried prophecy: the rise of the bloodborn flame. As the moon wanes and ancient enemies unite, Zelayah must navigate a brutal world of shifting alliances, pack politics, and supernatural forces that would see her fall. But exile did not break her-it built her. Now, she rises not to reclaim what was lost, but to ignite something new. In this thrilling feminist twist on the werewolf mythos, Alpha Female: Rising Above Everything is a tale of transformation, resilience, and legacy-perfect for readers who crave strong heroines, rich lore, and a revolution worth howling for.

A Wife for the Alpha

In a world where werewolves roam free, a young woman named Akira discovers she's the chosen mate of the powerful wolf king, Kaidën. As Akira navigates her new role, she must confront the darkness within herself and the dangers that threaten their world. *Main Characters:* 1. Akira (Protagonist) - A strong-willed and determined young woman. 2. Kaidën (Love Interest) - The powerful and mysterious wolf king. *Themes:* 1. Self-discovery 2. Forbidden love 3. Supernatural creatures 4. Loyalty and duty

Love Unleashed

"When passion and fury collide, love becomes the ultimate prize. In a world where mythical creatures roam free, Lyra, a fierce and beautiful werewolf, finds herself at the center of a centuries-old war. Forced to flee her home, Lyra is rescued by Kael, a mysterious and powerful ally with secrets of his own. As they navigate treacherous landscapes and battle formidable foes, their mutual attraction ignites, threatening to unleash a love that could change the course of their world forever. Will Lyra and Kael's bond be strong enough to overcome the forces of hatred and destruction, or will their love become the very thing that destroys them? Dive into the world of "Love Unleashed", where passion, adventure, and fantasy collide in a tale of epic romance."

Lovers to Enemies

"When passion turns to poison, and love becomes a distant memory, two souls are left to pick up the shattered remains of their relationship. Once inseparable, they now find themselves on opposite sides of a bitter divide. The fire that once burned bright with desire and affection has flickered out, replaced by a smoldering ember of resentment and anger. As they navigate the treacherous landscape of their broken love, they must confront the painful truth: that the person they once loved with all their heart has become their greatest enemy. Will they be able to find their way back to each other, or will the wounds of their past prove too deep to heal?"

Gods of Destiny

In the realm of the gods where the cosmos whispers secrets to those who listen, a journey of self discovery awaits. Join me on a path woven with the threads of fate ,love and spiritual growth, as delve into the mysteries of the universe and human heart.

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

The Scars She Hid From The World

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

Goodbye Alpha, I'm No Longer Your Blood Bag

Zarelle Feymere-heiress to the most powerful werewolf dynasty in the world-made one mistake: she fell for an Alpha who saw her as nothing more than a rare blood bag. For three years, she endured the humiliation of a loveless mating, her veins tapped like a commodity to sustain the woman Calden Ashmoor truly loved, Thessaly. His fated mate, who rejected him to marry his brother. When a web of lies and betrayal is uncovered, Zarelle does the unthinkable: she walks away. Now, stripped of her disguise as a docile omega, the true daughter of the Missatian Pack returns to claim her birthright-and her revenge. Calden always thought he'd married a nobody. He never expected his discarded mate to come back as a queen.

Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul-her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband's entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I'm out of your league."

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.