Dr. Edward Blackwood, a brilliant and ruthless neurosurgeon, is haunted by the ghosts of his past. His obsession with perfection is a desperate attempt to escape the darkness that has driven him since childhood. With a mind that never sleeps and a heart that never yields, he has built a reputation as a surgical genius, but at a steep cost. His relationships are transactional, his emotions locked away, and his empathy worn thin. Clarice Hernandez, a compassionate and fiery nurse, is a force of nature on the hospital floor. Her warmth and kindness have earned her the admiration of patients and colleagues alike, but beneath her bright smile lies a complex web of scars. A devoted wife and mother, she has faced her own share of heartache and loss, yet her resilience and determination have only strengthened her resolve. With a quick wit and a sharp tongue, she can hold her own against even the most formidable opponents. When fate brings them together in a chance collision by the elevator, their bodies aren't the only things that crash. Their destinies entwine, setting off a chain reaction of love, redemption, and self-discovery. But as they navigate the treacherous landscape of hospital secrets and lies, they must confront the darkest corners of their own hearts. For some wounds cut deeper than the skin, and some secrets, when revealed, can shatter even the strongest of bonds. Will theirs be the love that heals, or the lie that destroys?
Clarice's POV,
I stepped out of the elevator and onto the bustling hospital
floor, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and determination. I looked one last time at my shaking hands
before shoving them in my pockets. First days were always like this, once I
manage to get past the initial fright, thing usually went smoothly. I wasn't
gonna let my nerves get the better of me, I needed this job.
The aroma of disinfectant and freshly brewed coffee
enveloped me as I made my way to the nurse's station. I'd applied for the job just a weeks ago and I
wouldn't have imagined that I'd be here just a week later. Don't get me wrong,
I was good at my job and very passionate about it but I had a feeling that John
had something to do with this quick appointment. As I made my way to the
nurse's station, I was greeted with warm smiles and curious glances. My new
colleagues were eager to meet the newest addition to their team. "Hey
Clarice! Welcome to the madhouse" said a friendly voice, belonging to a
nurse with a bright pink streak in her short wavy hair. "Thanks, I think
I'm going to need that warning" I replied laughing.
I went straight to my locker, quickly changing into my scrub
and putting on my ID badge. I took one last look at my son's picture before
slamming my locker shut. I was shown my schedule for the week, I was handed my
patient chard but there where only two patients there for me to assist, it made
sense as I was new here. "Hey Clarice! Wanna grab a coffee during our break?
Trust me, you're gonna need it, this place can be crazy" Lucy, the nurse from
earlier said, smilling brightly at me. "Sure, why not" I replied with a bigger
smile, already certain that we two were gonna get along well.The rest of the
day flew by in a whirlwind of introductions, paperwork and medication rounds.
I'd worked in a teaching hospital in California, but a year earlier,
my son Carlos had been diagnosed with leukaemia. It had been a hard time for my
family, I'd had to quit my job to look after him fully. Alvaro had to work
multiple jobs to be able to afford the medications. Now here I was, in Blackwood
University Hospital, I'd never have thought this possible. Things were a little
different here, it was a very reputed hospital but in a way it was the same, I
was doing what I loved. I'd missed this, the adrenaline rush I got when I had a
new case, the bonds I furged with my patient.
My second patient for the day was a 65 year old widow, her husband had died five
years ago. Mrs Johnson had been diagnosed with NPH, normal pressure hydrocephalus
two years ago. A month ago, Mrs Johnson was admitted to the hospital after a
severe fall, which left her with a concussion which increased her NPH symptoms,
living her bedridden. She had a consultation with Dr Blackwood the following
morning, he was going to assess her to see if she was suitable for a surgical
procedure to implant a shunt to reduce her symptoms. I'd heard a lot about Dr
Blackwood, he was a very reputed neurosurgeon, he comes from a long line of
doctors, he's had several awards for his contribution to health science. I had
high hopes for this surgery, fingers crossed, everything should go smoothly.
After changing out of my scrubs and signing out, I made my
way to the elevator when I collided with a tall, dark-haired man, spilling his
papers and coffee everywhere. Embarrassed by my clumsiness, I bent down to help
him gather the scattered sheets. Our hands touched and I felt a sudden jolt of....
Something. I couldn't quite place it. As I stood beside this man, I couldn't
shake off the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach. It
wasn't just his stern expression that intimidated me, it was the aura that
surrounded him, a palpable sense of power that seemed to radiate from his very
being.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as he turned to face me,
his piercing grey eyes seeming to bore into my soul. For a moment, I felt like
I was drowning in their depths, unable to look away even as my heart raced with
a growing sense of dread. "Um..." I started, but he interrupted me, his voice low
and smooth but with an edge. "Watch were you're going, nurse" I felt a flush
rise to my cheeks as I handed him the last of the papers. " I'm so sorry" I
said. He nodded curtly and walked into the elevator leaving me dazed. Such an
ass, it's good he left, there's no way in hell I was going to fit in there with
his pompous ass, I thought to myself as I waited for the elevator to return.
In a world where ancient magic and elemental forces shape the destiny of kingdoms, a centuries-old prophecy foretells the arrival of two heirs born of fire and frost. These chosen ones, born to the royal families of Pyrovia and Cynsovia, will determine the fate of their realms and the lost nations beyond. Kaiden, the enigmatic and fearless crown prince of Pyrovia, is a warrior driven by duty and honor. With eyes that burn like embers and a heart forged in battle, he stands resolute against the shadows that threaten his kingdom. Yet, beneath his unyielding exterior lies a complex and passionate soul, waiting to be unleashed, unraveled. Calthera, the beautiful princess of Cynsovia, has faced hardship from the moment she entered the world. Born to a mother who died in childbirth, Calthera's father has always seen her as a disappointment, a mere substitute for the prince he truly desired. But Calthera is no ordinary princess. With a fierce determination burning within her, she stands up to save herself and her people from eternal doom. She finds solace in beautiful things, but her heart is not one of them – at least, not yet. Kaiden and Calthera are two individuals bound by fate, yet worlds apart. A prince and a princess, they embody the contradictions of their realms. As their paths converge, their differences ignite a fiery passion that cannot be denied. But as the prophecy unfolds, the question remains: is their profound and all-consuming love enough to defy the ancient forces destined to keep them apart? This is just the beginning...Join me for the rest of the Fire and Ice series, coming soon!
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
"I want a divorce!" Ryan demanded, despite the fact that he had cheated on her with his ex. ~ Serena is no longer the quiet, romantic lady Ryan Winters married and divorced five years ago. Now the CEO of Rocky's Designs, she is bright, unwavering, and unapologetic about her independence-a far cry from the woman Ryan remembers. When fate brings them back into one another's lives, Ryan is forced to confront the truth about their past, their newfound hot chemistry, and a surprising revelation; Serena has a daughter who may be his. But Ryan's girlfriend, Kate, isn't prepared to lose him again. She will do whatever it takes to keep Ryan in her grasp-even if it means destroying Serena's life and the corporate empire she has built. What happens when Serena's now peaceful life is being disrupted? Will Serena lose once again or will she seize this billionaire's heart?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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.
Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission—carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"