MORE THAN 50 SHADES
I never counted the women—there were too many, too many cities, too many names whispered in the dark. From Lisbon to Kyoto, I left behind passion, promises, and perfume-stained sheets. But Maggie… she was different. The moment her husband found out, my life became a countdown. Now she’s standing beside me at the Gare du Nord, breathless, holding a one-way ticket and a secret worth killing for. They’re still hunting me. And if we’re caught, neither of us will survive.The train shudders as it exits the tunnel, lights flickering over Maggie’s tear-streaked face. Her fingers dig into mine, cold and trembling. "They’re on the next car," she whispers. I press my back against the door, heart slamming. The last thing I saw was a man in a gray suit stepping off the platform in Lyon—same one in Rome, same one who shot my driver in Istanbul. I thought this would be a romantic escape to Paris, not a death race. But here we are. The emergency brake could stop the train, but we’d be trapped between stations. I could fight—there’s a knife in my coat—but there might be more than one. Or I could open the door and jump, risking everything on the dark tracks below.
Maggie’s breathing hitches. "What do we do?"
King Patrick
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THE WEREWOLF'S NIGHT
I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.
Whispers in the Dark
Your breath hitches as Patrick’s lips trace the curve of your neck, his hands slow and deliberate. Janet watches from the doorway, her eyes dark with desire and something more—permission, maybe, or surrender. This was supposed to be a simple arrangement: one night, no strings. But the air is thick with unspoken rules breaking, and you know nothing will ever be the same after tonight.
K-POP DEMON HUNTERS (THE BOOK)
I never thought belting out high notes could save lives. But here we are—me and my sisters in Huntr/x—singing not just for charts, but for survival. Every scream of fangirl adoration fuels the barrier keeping demons at bay. And now? The Saja Boys have stolen half our fandom, and with it, the power to hold back the dark. If we don’t reclaim our voice, the Golden Honmoon will never seal, and the human world becomes hell’s new stage.
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