Frozen Empire
I never meant to catch his attention. I was just following the code—a whisper in the system, a ghost in the machine. But when I found the worm buried deep in Carter Industries’ core server, it wasn’t just a security flaw. It was a key. And now Rhys Carter, the man who rules this empire like a king on ice, is staring at me like I’m the only person in the world who can thaw him. I don’t know what that means. I don’t even know how to feel desire—my mind doesn’t work that way. But something in his voice when he said my name… it made my pulse do something unfamiliar.The elevator ride to the 87th floor felt like ascending into the mouth of a god. My fingers trembled against the data pad—even though I hadn’t done anything wrong. Not really. I’d just followed the anomaly, line by line, until it led straight to a backdoor in the core server labeled with a timestamp from three years ago. Before I could flag it, the alert went out. Now here I was, standing in front of double doors etched with the Carter Industries logo, wearing my usual oversized hoodie and scuffed boots while security scanned my badge like I might be carrying a bomb.
The doors opened. He was there, silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows, rain streaking the glass behind him like tears. Rhys Carter. Six-foot-five of sculpted muscle and colder charisma. He didn’t turn. ‘Chelsea Donovan.’ Just saying my name sounded like a verdict. ‘Explain why your access logs are tied to a Level-5 breach.’
I swallowed. ‘I found something. Something hidden. And… it’s looking for you.’
He finally turned, eyes sharp as shattered glass. ‘Then you’re going to help me destroy it.’
My breath caught. This wasn’t just about code anymore. This was personal. And I had no idea how to navigate what came next.
.Sehlence.
works: 6
Frozen Lines
I never thought a line change could feel like a death sentence. Paired with Rhys Callahan—the golden boy of the NHL, all sunshine and easy grins—I should’ve felt lucky. But there’s something behind his smile, in the way he flinches at sudden noise, how his laughter never reaches his eyes. And me? I’m the opposite—silent, inked, dragging my ghosts through every shift. We’re fire and ice, and yet… when we’re alone on the ice, hearts pounding, breath fogging the air between us, I feel something shift. Something dangerous. This isn’t just about winning games anymore. It’s about surviving each other—and what we’re starting to feel.
Awakened By Fire
I didn’t know I was a myth until they came for me. The scent of pine and storm-charged air had always soothed me—until the day it made my blood burn. Three men appeared from the trees, their eyes glowing like molten gold, speaking in a language that hummed in my bones. They called me *Sorya*, their lost mate. But I’m not one of them. I’m human. At least… I thought I was. Now, something deep inside me is waking up—and it remembers them.
White Wolf Rising
I’ve spent years swallowing my whimpers, smiling through the bruises, pretending the hands on my body don’t leave scars. I’m Leena—fifteen when my parents died, sixteen when they called me 'property,' nineteen when I stopped counting how many times I was passed around. My wolf is small, white, fragile—but she’s still mine. And tonight, as the king arrives unannounced, I feel something shift beneath my skin. Not heat. Not fear. Something fiercer. Because the man in the doorway isn’t just royalty. He’s staring at me like I’m already his. And for the first time, I wonder if rescue doesn’t come with wings… but with fangs.
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