Shadow World

Jacklyn Chisholm is successful young woman who works for the New York Police Department as a forensic photographer. When Jacky found out about the possibility of the people she calls her parents not being her parents, She, who'd spent her whole life investigating other people was forced to start an investigation on herself. The investigation that had her journey to the past and brought her a shocking revelation to who she really was. She surprisngly found herself in a whirlwind romance with two guys, One is Jake,a colleague from work and the other Tyrone, a guy who works for a Financial house. Jacky's happiness was short lived after her biological father, was found dead in his Work House, While everyone speculated suicide, It was left to her to prove to the world that her father hasn't killed him but was murdered. Would she be able to prove to the world he hadn't committed suicide when it would mean endangering her life? What happens when enemies from the past began to threaten her and sins of the past are unravelled? How far can Jacky go to bring justice to her late father and the people that has been hurt by these bad men? Crime and suspense filled. Would Jacky ever get justice for her father?

Naomi Carter was meant to be a Luna. Instead, she was treated like an afterthought. Cast aside by her mate, robbed of the life she’d been destined to live, she turned her back on that world — and rebuilt herself. No pack, no bonds, no vulnerabilities. But when she enters a room crowded with powerful Alphas, her past collides with her like a storm. Logan, the powerful leader of the Midnight Pack, gives her something she thought she’d never want again — a future. And then there’s him. The mate who once broke her. Dark eyes. Sharp jawline. The ghost she thought she buried. And he’s not in the mood to apologize. He’s come here to reclaim what he thinks is still his. Naomi’s heart is a war zone, split between the possibility of something fresh and the magnetic lure of things gone by. Yet danger dives out from the shadows, and as old betrayals come back to haunt her, she understands one nightmarish truth— This time, refusing is not an option.

In the heart of a modern metropolis lies Elysium, an exclusive BDSM club where the wealthy and powerful shed their masks and surrender to forbidden desires. By night, behind velvet curtains and gilded cages, Dominants and submissives dance in a dangerous symphony of pleasure and pain. Shadows of Desire follows a cast of lost souls drawn into Elysium’s seductive orbit: a newcomer aching to submit, a jaded Master with a dark past, a cunning Dominatrix guarding her secrets, a switch torn between roles, and a voyeur hungry for more than just watching. As decadent play turns to emotional entanglement, bonds of trust deepen – until whispers of betrayal begin to echo through the opulent chambers. In this world of consensual extremes, where ecstasy and agony blur, one hidden traitor threatens to destroy the sanctuary that binds them all. Secrets, obsessions, and power collide in a fast-paced, darkly seductive romance. Will love and loyalty survive when the truth comes to light, or will the betrayal lurking in the shadows shatter the fragile trust that holds Elysium together?

[Mature Content] Caitlin Rowell, a young, orphaned girl who was adopted by a devious woman, is thrown into a life of difficulties after a traumatic encounter with a handsome, well-off young man who delights in having his way with women, and she becomes pregnant with his child. Her guardian throws her out of the house, leaving her with no choice but to fend for herself. She relocates to a distant city with the help of a wealthy obstetrician who is obliged to support her. In the new city, she gets a cleaning job at a major private corporation after having her child, and the CEO turns out to be her worst nightmare.

On the night of her birthday, Clara receives a crescent pendant and overhears a secret that splits her life in two. Hours later her mother is taken, Ronan—the rogue who collects the broken—calls from the trees, and Jasper drags her behind the walls of the Holdfast. Inside, Clara survives the Trial of Teeth and tastes the edge of the wolf living under her skin—becoming the problem the pack cannot agree on. Vivian sees a survivor; Jason sees a threat; the forest keeps blinking ash eyes while human cameras bloom among the pines. As a fated pull to Jasper presses closer and Vivian’s missing sister hints at what Ronan does to the taken, Clara must decide what to be: weapon, heir, or something the old laws have no word for. When betrayal leaks through the ranks and the border turns into a stage, mercy may prove sharper than fang—and the story others try to name for her is the one she’ll have to rewrite in blood and moonlight. A dark, romantic werewolf fantasy about power that refuses to be inherited, love that asks for consent, and a girl choosing the kind of Alpha she will become.

Who are you?" I sluttered, attempting to take a step back but my feet seemed rooted to a spot. The mysterious man smiled, his eyes glinting in amusement, "I am someone who knows you," he said, his voice dripping with an otherworldly intensity. "I am someone who has been waiting for you." I looked around, I was surrounded by lifeless Bodies, slaughtered brutally by something worse than a monster, "What happened here?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady. The mysterious man chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "They are dead, you killed them all." He said, his eyes glistening in happiness, "You've become the person I knew you would be." I felt a pang, I looked at my hands, they were covered with blood. However, the question remains: did I really kill all these people? If yes… then who am I? Read on to find out!

"Two hearts. Two realms. One destiny." Arabella Nightshade fled her ancestral pack, vowing never to return after Alpha Asher Darkheart shattered her heart. But years later, a rogue attack forces her back into the shadows of her past, where she uncovers a terrifying truth. Caught in a deadly battle between packs and celestial beings, Arabella must confront her forbidden lineage. Will Arabella and Asher find redemption in each other...or will their love ignite the end of everything?

I live alone. At eleven o'clock on a rainy night, an unexpected call came through. The voice on the other end said my car window was left open and urged me to go downstairs. Cautious as a woman should be, I didn't act rashly. Instead, I called the property security office, only to discover that even the security was fake. It hit me suddenly—I was ensnared in a vast conspiracy. Someone was orchestrating all of this. But for what purpose?

It’s her. It’s my mate. I looked at the girl from afar using my enhanced vision. I can’t be seen closer to the guesthouse and I know I’m breaking the rules but fuck! I can’t stand the sweet scent lingering all over my pack since they arrive. Since she arrive. She is tall, and even from those shabby clothes, I can tell she’s fit and curvy. Her long golden-brown hair has natural curls at the edge. I love how the shape of her eyes matches her high cheekbone and- Oh, fuck. Not again. I can feel my cock reacting from just looking at her. And even from this distance, her scent is intoxicating that I can’t help but be enticed by it. Fuck. If only I’m not an Alpha, I won’t have this much control! I might have run down this hill to reach her, claim her, mark her, kiss her--ohh, fuck!

Silver has lived her life in the dark. No family. No past. Just hunger and shadows. When she crosses paths with Travis, a wandering vampire who sees the raw, broken girl behind her fangs, she tastes love for the first time—and it’s intoxicating. Together, they roam the world, chasing survival, chasing belonging, chasing a place where monsters like them can breathe without fear. But hunters never rest. And love makes her vulnerable. When the shadows close in, Silver must choose between running again or fighting for the only person who ever mattered. The cost will be blood. The price will be heartbreak. Because in her world, love isn’t a salvation—it’s a death sentence.