Emma had always thought of herself as untouchable. With her sharp tongue, enviable beauty, and spoiled rotten demeanor, she had managed to stay several steps ahead of anyone who dared to challenge her. But somehow, Will Knight-cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted-had managed to kidnap her and her best friend not once, but twice. How? She was still trying to wrap her head around it. The first time had been a chaotic mess. Will had bungled the plan, getting caught halfway through, and yet, somehow, he still managed to pull it off. The second time was almost laughable. Emma had expected a more elaborate scheme, but instead, Will had used his brute force and complete disregard for any semblance of intelligence. It was absurd, really. He had no finesse, no strategy, and yet here they were, locked in his uncomfortably shabby hideout for the second time. "Seriously?" Emma muttered, pacing the room, hands on her hips. "How does someone this clueless get away with kidnapping?" Will shrugged with that stupid grin of his. "Dunno, guess I'm just lucky." Emma shot him a withering look. Maybe luck had something to do with it, but she had a feeling there was more to Will than met the eye. Perhaps he wasn't as dimwitted as she'd thought. That idea made her stomach twist in an unsettling way.
You know how people in movies always seem to know when their lives are about to change? Yeah, that doesn't happen in real life. You don't wake up one morning and think, "Oh, my God, I'm going to get kidnapped today."
The day I got kidnapped, I didn't wake up with some otherworldly premonition about what was about to happen. I woke up barking orders at the air, still stuck in party-planning mode even when I was half-asleep. I had no idea my life was about to change. If I had, I would've run for the hills. I would've even been willing to abandon my party-planning. But I didn't have a premonition, and I didn't run. I just kept obsessively planning my best friend's birthday party.
"No, no, no! I said gardenias. First Love gardenias. What is so impossible to understand about that?" I snapped into the phone, cutting the man off every time he tried to speak. He was obviously just your average worker. He was too flustered to be anyone of power. "No! No! I don't want to hear talk of tulips! Or lilies! I said gardenias. We want First Love gardenias. No. No!"
People these days were so incompetent. Why would this man even think to suggest tulips or lilies when I was so clear about our desire for gardenias? It was ridiculous.
"Ma'am, you must understand-"
"There's nothing to understand," I exclaimed. "My client said she wanted First Love gardenias, and that's what I'm getting her. Not tulips. Not lilies. Gardenias."
My client wasn't just any client; I wouldn't have been doing this for any old person. My client just so happened to be my best friend, Taylor Williamson, and this wasn't just any party. It was her eighteenth birthday party, and it had to be absolutely perfect. Taylor had entrusted me with this job, assuming I would do it to the best of my ability, and that was exactly what I was going to do. No imbecile was going to ruin this for me or for her.
"But we don't-"
"I don't care! I'm not asking for some endangered flower from Africa. My request is so simple. Gardenias. We just want gardenias."
Well, I was definitely never ordering flowers from this business ever again. This was absolutely ridiculous. Horrible service. Just horrible.
"But we don't have-"
"You are living proof that evolution can go in reverse. Haven't I made myself more than clear? We. Want. First. Love. Gardenias."
"Ma'am, I'm sure there are plenty of other very beautiful flowers-"
"No," I snapped, shaking my head even though the man couldn't see me. "I don't want to hear talk of these other flowers! You have two choices: either get the gardenias for this party, or count on losing our funding and patronization."
He sounded much more nervous the next time he spoke. "There's no need to take such drastic measures. Ma'am-"
"You're making me take drastic measures!" I interrupted, grinding my teeth. "If you don't figure this out, we'll be moving to another flower shop. And I promise you, that's going to cost you. My clients are not the type who take kindly to delays. Do you understand that? I don't have the luxury of playing games."
The silence on the other end was thick, but then I heard the unmistakable sound of hurried typing. I had him now. He knew he was losing my business, and I was the kind of customer who didn't forget these things.
"Okay, ma'am," he stammered. "I'll check with our stock and get back to you as soon as I can."
"That's better. You'd better hurry up. If you're not calling me back within the next hour, I'll be taking my business elsewhere." I ended the call with a firm snap of the phone. I needed to focus. The party had a million moving parts, and I wasn't about to let one incompetent flower vendor ruin everything.
With a deep breath, I turned to the party-planning binder I had been obsessively curating for the past six months. It had every detail covered: color schemes, guest lists, catering options, and the ever-important flower arrangements. Taylor had been clear about what she wanted. Gardenias. Not just any gardenias, but First Love gardenias. There was no substitute. If I couldn't get those flowers, the whole event would fall apart. It was as simple as that.
I scrolled through the guest list next. The guest list was critical. We couldn't have too many people crowding the space, but at the same time, we needed to make sure Taylor's friends and family were all accounted for. Taylor wasn't just any girl-she was the type who expected the best, and she trusted me to deliver. We'd been best friends since kindergarten, and when she asked me to plan this monumental event for her, I couldn't have said no. I knew how important it was.
It was then that I noticed the time. I had been up for hours already, planning and making calls, and I still hadn't had breakfast. My stomach growled, but I pushed the thought aside. There was no time for food. Not now. I was in full-on party-planning mode, and nothing could derail me.
The next few hours were a blur of calls, emails, and frantic running around. The caterer confirmed the menu, the decorators assured me that the venue was coming along, and the entertainment had been booked. Everything seemed to be falling into place... except for the damn flowers.
I had already contacted three other florists in the area, and none of them carried First Love gardenias. It was starting to feel like a lost cause. The frustration gnawed at me, but I refused to give up. Not after all this effort. Taylor deserved perfection.
Around midday, I made the mistake of glancing at my phone again. The screen lit up with a message from Taylor: I'm so excited for the party! Thanks for planning everything. You're the best! I smiled at the message. Of course, I was the best. I always delivered.
But as I tapped out a quick reply, my phone buzzed with another call from the flower shop. I groaned and answered it, my patience wearing thin.
"Ma'am, I've managed to secure a shipment of First Love gardenias," the voice on the other end said, the relief evident in his tone. "They'll be arriving at your venue within the hour."
I could feel the tension in my shoulders melt away, and for the first time today, I allowed myself to smile. "Thank you," I said, a little more graciously than I had been all morning. "I appreciate your persistence."
"Of course, ma'am. Thank you for your understanding. We look forward to working with you again in the future."
I hung up, feeling a wave of triumph wash over me. The flowers were taken care of. Now, I just needed to focus on the final details. The guest list, the seating chart, the music. I was nearly there.
As I reviewed my checklist, I heard a knock on the door. At first, I ignored it. But when the knocking continued, I rose from my seat, irritation creeping back in. I opened the door to find a delivery driver holding a package.
"Package for Alexander McKinley," he said, handing me the clipboard to sign.
I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't order anything."
"Not sure, ma'am. Just says to deliver it to this address."
I signed without asking too many questions, curious about what could possibly be inside. The box wasn't large, but it felt heavier than expected. I moved to my desk and carefully cut through the tape. Inside was an assortment of odd items: a few bundles of cheap, garish ribbons, a set of miniature candles, and a note.
I unfolded the note, and my heart skipped a beat as I read the single line scrawled across the paper:
You should have been more careful with your plans. We're watching.
I froze. Something in my gut twisted. My pulse quickened. It wasn't just a prank. It couldn't be.
I glanced around, suddenly hyper-aware of every little sound. The silence in my apartment felt suffocating.
I had no idea what was happening, but something told me I had just crossed a line. A line I wouldn't be able to uncross.
After the death of Peter McKinley, the fate of the McKinley Inns was left in the hands of Peter's firstborn son, Alexander. Thrust into leadership, Alexander was determined to protect the legacy his father built from the ground up. But when he uncovered the company's seemingly unending debts and mounting pressure from creditors, he found himself drowning in financial ruin. Desperation clawed at him as he scrambled for a solution to save the family's name and keep the company afloat. Then came an unexpected offer-one that both intrigued and infuriated him. George Garrison, a young billionaire and hotel magnate, approached him with a proposal: he would buy McKinley Inns, settle its debts, and keep Alexander on as the face of the brand. But there was a condition-George wanted to marry Alexander's younger sister. The deal sounded like a lifeline, but to Alexander, it felt like a betrayal. His sister was in love with someone else, and the thought of trading her happiness for a business deal sickened him. Refusing to give up so easily, Alexander sought out other options, determined to find another way. Meanwhile, George Garrison, under pressure from his late grandfather's will, was required to marry in order to claim full control of his inheritance. The catch? He was gay-and had no desire for a wife or a marriage of convenience. He saw Peter McKinley's daughter as a solution, a name to satisfy the will. But when Alexander stormed into his office, angry and desperate, George found himself considering a far more intriguing arrangement-one that just might change everything.
Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. He walked campus halls like he owned them-tattoos inked across golden skin, smirk cocked like a loaded gun, and eyes that dared anyone to look away first. Between classes and drinking parties, sex and boys, Keagan had it all. He didn't chase love-he devoured it in the dark, left it breathless, and moved on before morning. Until Jamison. Small, skinny, anti-social. With glasses too big for his face and sweaters that hung off his shoulders like afterthoughts, Jamison barely existed in Keagan's world. Quiet, forgettable... or so everyone thought. But there was something in the way Jamison looked at Keagan-like he saw straight through the leather and lust. Like he wasn't afraid. Keagan should've ignored him. Should've kept walking. But something about that awkward little ghost of a boy stopped him cold. Curiosity, maybe. Hunger, definitely. Because suddenly, Keagan wanted more than a body to ruin-he wanted to see if someone like Jamison could handle the heat. The question wasn't if Keagan would break him. The question was... would Jamison beg for it?
Thea Gibson lived a perfectly ordinary life. By day, she served drinks at the local bar, earning just enough to pay the rent and keep her bills from piling up. She wasn't one for extravagant spending, preferring quiet nights at home with her nose buried in the latest paranormal fantasy novel. It was easier to get lost in a world of mythical creatures and epic battles than face the real one, where she tried-and often failed-to suppress the awkwardness that followed her like a shadow. Most nights, she relished her solitude, but that didn't stop her best friend Shae from dragging her to parties. "You need to get out more!" Shae would say with that infectious energy that made it impossible to say no. Thea would end up surrounded by strangers, nursing a drink in a corner, wishing she could escape into the pages of her book instead of pretending to enjoy herself. The only bright spot? Detective Josh Cooper. He was always there, with his captivating smile and those deep eyes that seemed to see right through her. Thea had a secret crush on him. But that was all it was-a harmless fantasy. That all changed one fateful night. The bar was quieter than usual when a figure appeared in the doorway. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as Thea stared at him. He was tall, his presence undeniable, with a calm confidence that seemed at odds with the tension in the room. Before she could even process what was happening, a group of monstrous creatures-Titans, she later learned-charged toward her. Panic surged in her chest. But before they could reach her, the man was there, moving with blinding speed, his hand raised. A bolt of light shot from his fingers, and the Titans disintegrated into smoke. "I'm Hermes," he said, voice smooth as silk. "Messenger of the Gods. And you, Thea, are a reincarnated deity with a destiny you've yet to remember." The words felt surreal. Thea opened her mouth to protest, but the world around her seemed to shift, and suddenly she wasn't sure what was real anymore. "What are you talking about?" she demanded. Hermes smiled, the corner of his lips curling up with a mysterious knowing. "You're about to find out. The Titans are free. And it's up to you to send Cronos back to Tartarus." Thea shook her head in disbelief. "This is insane." "You're not the first to refuse the truth," Hermes said, his tone soft, but unwavering. "But you will be the one to stop him." Everything she'd known, every bit of normalcy she clung to, crumbled in that instant.
Young aspiring writer Norah Jacobs needs to escape. In just two weeks, her life has been turned upside down. Her brother, a brilliant but deeply corrupt lawyer, is incarcerated for murder. His name, once synonymous with success, is now dragged through the mud by the media. And as if that weren't enough, his former partner-a man as dangerous as he is relentless-now lurks around her home, throwing half-threats her way, making it clear that her silence comes at a price... The peace she had been desperately trying to hold onto crumbles. So, Norah makes a radical decision: she packs her car, abandons her apartment, shuts off her phone, and disappears. Her destination is Bellvale, a small coastal town, far removed from the chaos she left behind. But in Bellvale, calm is only an illusion. Soon, Norah realizes that this secluded corner of the world harbors its own darkness. Strange whispers in the woods, too many piercing gazes, and an unsettling feeling of being watched... She finds herself drawn into an ancient power struggle, one between creatures she thought were only found in fairy tales. And she quickly learns an undeniable truth: no matter how hard you try to run from your problems... they always find a way to catch up.
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."
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.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."