In a world where memories can be implanted, edited, and even stolen, 28-year-old Kaelyn Rivers discovers her memories are false. Her entire identity is a fabrication. As Kaelyn searches for the truth, she's hunted by the sinister Organization that created her. With the help of enigmatic underground activist, Asher Monroe, Kaelyn must navigate the blurred lines between reality and deception to uncover the secrets of her past and the truth about the Organization's sinister plans.
Kaelyn Rivers' eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy. She lay in her sleek, high-tech bedroom, surrounded by the city's towering skyscrapers. The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an eerie glow.
Her memories began to resurface – fragments of a life she thought she knew. Her job at NeuroSpark, her friends, her apartment. But something felt off. A nagging sense of unease lingered.
Kaelyn tossed aside the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her feet dangled in the air, hesitating. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
The comms device on her nightstand beeped, shrill and insistent. Kaelyn's heart skipped a beat. She hesitated before answering.
"Kaelyn Rivers," she said, her voice steady.
"Good morning, Kaelyn. This is Dr. Samantha Taylor from NeuroSpark," the voice on the other end said. "We need you to report to the lab immediately."
Lab? Kaelyn's thoughts whirled. What was going on?
"Is everything okay?" Kaelyn asked.
"Just come in, Kaelyn. We'll explain everything," Dr. Taylor replied, her tone firm.
The line went dead.
Kaelyn's unease deepened. She dressed hastily, her mind racing.
In the lab, Kaelyn found Dr. Taylor and a team of scientists waiting. Their faces were somber.
"Kaelyn, we've detected anomalies in your memory implants," Dr. Taylor explained.
Memory implants? Kaelyn's world began to unravel.
"What do you mean?" Kaelyn demanded.
Dr. Taylor hesitated. "Your memories, Kaelyn... they're not entirely yours."
Not entirely hers? Kaelyn's thoughts reeled.
Suddenly, the room spun. Kaelyn's vision blurred.
She stumbled, catching herself on the edge of the counter.
"Kaelyn, sit down," Dr. Taylor urged.
But Kaelyn refused. "Tell me the truth."
Dr. Taylor's expression turned grave. "Your memories were implanted, Kaelyn. Your entire identity... it's a fabrication."
Fabrication. The word echoed in Kaelyn's mind.
Her world shattered.
Everything she thought she knew was a lie.
Kaelyn's determination surged. She would uncover the truth.
Kaelyn Rivers' eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy. She lay in her sleek, high-tech bedroom, surrounded by the city's towering skyscrapers. The morning sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the sterile beauty of her apartment.
But something felt off.
Kaelyn's thoughts swirled, like a puzzle with missing pieces. She tried to recall the previous night, but her memories seemed distant, shrouded in a thick haze. Fragments of a party, laughter, and champagne toasts flitted through her mind, yet the details remained elusive.
Unease crept up her spine. Kaelyn threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her feet dangled in the air, hesitating before touching the cold floor.
The room spun, and Kaelyn's stomach lurched. She grasped the bedside table, steadying herself. A glass of water, a pill bottle, and a small, intricately carved music box sat on the table. The music box seemed out of place among the modern decor.
Kaelyn's fingers brushed against the music box's delicate patterns. A faint melody echoed in her mind, stirring a deep sense of longing. Suddenly, visions burst forth: a sunny meadow, a little girl's laughter, and a woman's warm smile.
The memories weren't hers.
Kaelyn's heart pounded. She stumbled out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. The mirror reflected a stranger's face – porcelain skin, piercing green eyes, and raven-black hair.
Who was she, really?
The question echoed through her mind like a mantra.
Kaelyn's gaze fell upon a small tattoo on her left wrist – a snake coiled around a stylized letter "O." A shiver ran down her spine.
What did it mean?
With shaking hands, Kaelyn accessed her comms device. The AI assistant, EVE, chimed in, "Good morning, Kaelyn. Schedule for today: meeting with Dr. Zhang at NeuroSphere Corporation."
NeuroSphere. The name resonated, but the context eluded her.
"EVE, what's my role at NeuroSphere?" Kaelyn asked.
"You're a senior researcher, Kaelyn," EVE replied. "Your work focuses on memory implantation and editing."
Memory implantation.
The words sparked a chain reaction. Kaelyn's memories began to unravel, revealing threads of deception.
She wasn't who she thought she was.
Panic set in, threatening to consume her.
Kaelyn's thoughts whirled, searching for answers. She needed to understand her past, her true identity, and the Organization's involvement.
Kaelyn Rivers' eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy. She lay in a sleek, modern bed, surrounded by unfamiliar walls. A faint hum filled the air, and soft light spilled from the ceiling.
Her memories began to resurface – fragments of a life she thought she knew. Her job at NeuroSpark, her apartment, her friends. But something felt off. A nagging sense of unease settled in her stomach.
Kaelyn threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her feet dangled in the air, searching for the floor. The room spun, and she grasped the bedframe to steady herself.
A holographic display flickered to life beside her, projecting a gentle smile. "Good morning, Kaelyn. Welcome to your new home."
New home? Kaelyn's confusion deepened.
The display continued, "Your schedule for today includes a meeting with Dr. Ellis at 10:00 AM. Your memories are still recovering. Be patient."
Memories recovering? Kaelyn's heart quickened.
She pushed herself off the bed, stumbling toward the bathroom. The mirror revealed a stranger – Kaelyn's face, but with an unfamiliar expression.
Her eyes narrowed. What happened to me?
The bathroom was sleek, with automatic everything. Kaelyn discovered a hidden panel, revealing a small, intricately carved box. A note attached to the lid read: "For Kaelyn's eyes only."
Curiosity piqued, Kaelyn opened the box. Inside, a cryptic message on a small piece of paper: "Trust no one. Remember."
Remember? Kaelyn's thoughts whirled.
Suddenly, the room's hum ceased, and the lights flickered. The holographic display flashed red. "Security breach. Containment protocols engaged."
Containment protocols? Kaelyn's unease turned to fear.
The room sealed itself off, trapping her. A countdown began, displayed prominently on the wall.
Kaelyn knew she had to escape.
She sprinted toward the door, but it refused to budge. The countdown accelerated.
Desperate, Kaelyn smashed the holographic display. Sparks flew, and the countdown halted.
The door slid open, revealing a sterile corridor. Kaelyn sprinted down the hallway, unsure where she was going.
She stumbled upon a stairwell, descending into darkness. Each step echoed through the silence.
At the bottom, Kaelyn found herself in a cramped alleyway. Neon lights from nearby skyscrapers cast an eerie glow.
A figure emerged from the shadows – tall, with piercing blue eyes.
"Kaelyn Rivers," he said, his voice low. "You're in danger. Come with me."
Danger? Kaelyn hesitated.
But something about his words resonated. She followed him into the unknown.
Kaelyn Rivers' eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy. She lay in a sleek, modern bed, surrounded by unfamiliar walls. Panic set in.
Where am I?
Her memories seemed distant, shrouded in a thick haze. Fragments emerged: a childhood spent in a cozy suburban home, parents who loved her, a best friend named Emily. But something felt off.
Kaelyn's gaze drifted to a small, intricately carved wooden box on her nightstand. She opened it, revealing a beautiful silver necklace with a tiny, crystal pendant. A note attached read: "For Kaelyn, with love."
Love from whom?
The question echoed through her mind like a scream.
Kaelyn threw off the covers and stood, her legs trembling. She stumbled to the bathroom, where a sleek, silver mirror revealed a stranger's face. Her eyes, an unsettling shade of blue, seemed to bore into her soul.
Who am I?
The mirror's surface began to ripple, like water disturbed by a stone. Kaelyn's reflection warped, revealing a glimpse of another face – one with piercing green eyes and raven-black hair.
No, that's not me.
Kaelyn spun away, her heart racing.
In the kitchen, a sleek, futuristic console displayed a message: "Good morning, Kaelyn. Schedule: 9:00 AM – NeuroCheck appointment."
NeuroCheck?
A chill ran down Kaelyn's spine.
She fled the apartment, into the crisp morning air. The city's towering skyscrapers loomed, their reflective surfaces mirroring her confusion.
What's happening to me?
Kaelyn's thoughts swirled, memories fragmenting like shattered glass.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the crowd – tall, with piercing brown eyes and chiseled features.
"Kaelyn Rivers," he said, his voice low and urgent. "You're in danger. Come with me."
Danger?
Kaelyn hesitated, unsure.
But something in his eyes resonated.
She followed him.
Through winding alleys and crowded streets, they navigated the city's labyrinthine heart.
"Who are you?" Kaelyn demanded.
"My name is Asher Monroe," he replied. "I'm here to help you uncover the truth."
Truth?
Kaelyn's mind reeled.
About her past, her identity, her memories?
They stopped at a nondescript door, adorned with a single symbol: Ω.
Asher's eyes locked onto hers. "This is the Resistance. We've been waiting for you, Kaelyn."
Waiting for me?
The door slid open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with strangers.
Strangers who seemed to know her.
Know the real her.
Kaelyn's heart pounded.
Who am I?
After a decade of chasing success in New York City, Emily Monroe's career in interior design is everything she dreamed of- until a failed project sends her back to her sleepy hometown of Riverbend to regroup. Tasked with restoring the town's historic library, Emily is ready to prove herself again. But when she discovers that the project's lead contractor is her high school nemesis, Jake Harper, sparks fly in unexpected ways. Jake has spent the last ten years building a reputation as the go-to craftsman in Riverbend, trading his wild teenage years for stability. Working with Emily means navigating their complicated past-and a growing attraction neither of them expected. As they rebuild the library, they'll have to decide: can two people with such different lives make room for love, or are some paths better left uncrossed?
When Amber Duvall moves to the secluded town of Shadow Creek, she's determined to leave behind the traumatic events of her past. But when a series of brutal murders in the nearby woods bear signs of a werewolf's attack, Amber is thrust into a world she thought was only mythical. As her connection to the town deepens, Amber discovers she's linked to its cursed history-and her own blood holds the key to either saving or destroying the pack of wolves that protect it.
When ambitious architect Olivia Harris is hired by the elusive billionaire Leo Caldwell to design his company's new headquarters, she never expects to become the center of his carefully crafted world. Leo is a man of mystery, known for his icy demeanor and ruthless business strategies. But as they spend long hours together, Olivia begins to see the layers of vulnerability beneath his powerful exterior. When Leo proposes a business partnership that blurs the line between professional and personal, Olivia is torn between her career aspirations and her growing feelings for the man who could make or break her future. But Leo's secrets are deeper than she ever imagined. As they navigate a high-stakes world of power, wealth, and betrayal, Olivia must decide if she's willing to risk everything for a chance at love-and whether Leo can truly let go of the shadows that haunt him.
The small town of Lakeridge has always been steeped in mysteries and whispers, but nothing could prepare it for the night the full moon brought a series of brutal attacks. For Lana Thorne, a recent college grad returning to her hometown to settle her late grandfather's estate, Lakeridge is home to bittersweet memories-and a dark legacy she never expected. As bodies pile up, she uncovers a family secret: her grandfather was the leader of an ancient order tasked with keeping the "Moonborn" at bay. Now, Lana must learn the ways of the hunters and face an enemy older than any legend, all while grappling with an undeniable attraction to the mysterious Aiden Wolfe, a loner with secrets of his own. But as the next full moon approaches, she faces a harrowing choice-sacrifice everything to stop the creatures or risk losing herself to the wolf within.
Billionaire CEO Julian Styles must merge his company with rival firm, Harrison Enterprises. But when he meets Harrison's brilliant and beautiful CFO, Avery Wellesley, Julian's focus shifts from business to pleasure. As they navigate the cutthroat world of corporate finance, Avery's hidden past threatens to derail the merger and their blossoming romance. Can Julian and Avery balance power, loyalty, and love?
When a quiet town nestled deep in the forest starts experiencing gruesome animal attacks, young artist Mina Sullivan finds herself drawn to eerie visions in her dreams. Her new neighbor, Alec, is hiding something monstrous-and his arrival coincides with the escalating violence. As she discovers her own mysterious connection to the werewolves haunting the forest, Mina must decide if her future lies in joining their world or fighting against it.
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - 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 doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes 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 Ian begged her not to leave him?
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."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.