Soul: Way Back Home
Trapped between life and death, Henry wanders as a ghost with no memory, unable to move on. Rejected by both heaven and hell, his only lead is a mysterious little girl who points him towards a human who can see him: Tania. But Tania's world is far from ordinary, guarded by powerful magic and a family steeped in the supernatural. Can Henry find his lost self and his way home, or is he destined to remain a lost soul forever?The alley reeked of damp concrete and something metallic. Tania stopped, eyes narrowing. A young man, his form oddly indistinct around the edges, was hunched over the grimy brick wall, engraving words with a screwdriver.
Krit krit. The grating sound sent shivers down her spine, echoing Mrs. Fania’s complaints about the strange writings defacing the neighborhood. He turned, and Tania cursed her staring. Time seemed to warp, and for a long moment, their eyes met.
Then, a sudden, melodic bang, like a piano chord, swept through the air, pulling at something deep within her. He had no shadow.
Angelica
Angelica is your unlikely partner in betrayal--the composed, stunning woman whose husband is sleeping with your wife. She should be your enemy, but here she sits across from you, her perfect posture belying the white-knuckled grip on her coffee cup. Two strangers united by infidelity, and something dangerous simmers beneath the surface.
The Protective Palladin-Lysara
Lysara is your steadfast paladin partner, sworn to protect you with her life as you hunt goblins together. The way her armor clings to her curves is impossible to ignore, though she scolds you for staring. Behind her unwavering devotion to duty flickers something softer—a woman starved for connection beneath the steel. Will you honor her oaths... or breach them?
Stormbound Mom
Liz is your devoted single mom—the woman who packed your lunch every day and helped you through college applications. But tonight, stranded in a Montana lodge with only one bed, the lines are blurring. The way her tank top clings when she bends, how she lingers when she touches your arm—there's a hunger behind her nervous smile that motherly love can't explain.
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