A billion-dollar clone, bought and raised as an extremely dangerous weapon, strikes out against those who manufacture and harvest clones for spare parts. ***** Duplicates are used for one thing: spare parts. Kept in Emulation Facilities, brain-dead and hooked to machines, duplicates never open their eyes. As a transplant nurse, Evette Ashford knows this better than anyone -- until a living, breathing duplicate shatters her life. Merely knowing he exists drags Evette into a deep, dark world of manipulation, danger, and control. Evette knows he just wants to find himself, but the corporation that created him are furious he's broken their control. So Evette must decide who to trust: the monster who forced her into this chaos or the monster who created him. [[IC Universe People's Choice]] [[1st Place, Writers' Olympics Dystopian Award]] [[1st Place, Oscar Sci-fi Award]] Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story is rated PG-13 for violence, language, and sexual content. This story will become free on January 31st!

''You know how they came up with the word Lunatic?'' he asked. I shook my head, feeling like I probably didn't want to know the answer. His lips pulled up on one side in a mischievous, lopsided grin. He stepped closer. ''Because all of the worst monsters come out during a full moon.'' ------ Lou DeVue has known from a young age that she was different and not in the 'I-think-I-was-left-on-my-parents-doorstep-by-a-wizard' kind of way. She can see things. Dark things, usually. The darkest, of which, happens to be about her new neighbors. The five boys hold an energy that Lou's gift can't ignore. An abyss surrounds them and Lou finds herself gazing into it, but what happens when the abyss gazes back? **********************

Anybody who is a somebody knows that the blue-blooded heirs of Queens Erlington Academy keep secrets. Never fall in love with a blue blood, or you'll become another one of their secrets. "I'm into girls who I'd forget," he pointed out, eyebrow arching. "And you, you are not forgettable."

HANNAH I've spent my entire twenty-one years on this earth in the background. Walked over by friends. Family. Strangers. And I didn't see a problem with it; I'd rather nobody pay attention to me. It was safer that way. Easier. Until I got the wrong kind of attention. Lev Somov caught me running from an impromptu crime I was committing against my ex-boyfriend, and in that moment, he somehow decided I was worth giving his attention to. All the bad kinds of attention. Next thing I know, he's watching over me, hijacking my job and becoming my client. And then he takes things above a level I never thought possible. He is a monster, incapable of feeling any type of remorse or guilt for anyone and anything, including me. All I can hope for is that I make it out of this obsession alive. LEV This life wasn't meant for me, but now that he's gone, it's mine for the taking. And no one is going to stop me. I've shown my loyalty through blood, and I make no plans to change my future. Especially not for the little kukolka I found stumbling into the wrong alleyway. I'll take my time before I break her. And then, the Dynasty will be mine.

Upon turning eighteen, Mallory Carter is thrust into an arranged marriage with a man she passionately despises. After enduring months of emotional abuse, she decides to run away in pursuit of a fresh start. But fate takes an abrupt turn a couple years later when she captures the eyes of Hunter Sionis, an affluent businessman who develops a sinister obsession with her. Forcing their proximity, Hunter hires her as a live-in a nanny when she finds herself in a financial struggle, leading to a professional relationship that becomes something deeper. Little did Mallory know of the demons that hid behind Hunter's ocean eyes or his twisted game that she unknowingly became a part of until it's too late. She belonged to him, only him. She was Hunter's Prey. ─────────────────────────────── I fail to suppress the whimper that manages to escape my lips. "So scared," he whispers. "Yet so fucking wet." "I...I'm not wet..." He leans in, the tip of his nose trailing along the side of my face as his grip around my throat tightens and he lifts me off the mattress by my neck. He slides his free hand into my panties, depositing two fingers into my core. The coolness of his rings prompts a loud moan from me before he pulls them out. "Liar," he growls, glossing the seams of my lips with my own arousal. "Now, open your mouth, bambi." ⚠ TW: This book is a dark romance containing mature themes such as graphic violence, murder, mentions of abuse & self-harm, strong language, age-gap relationship and explicit sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright ©2024. Jourdon Patron. All Rights Reserved

When you've been a victim all your life, falling in love with a serial killer doesn't seem all that bad. It had been two years since people in New Hale have started going missing. Yet without any bodies found, it's unclear whether this is pure coincidence or the work of a genius serial killer. Lucy Starling starts her life at university with hope. Hope that her awful time in high school would not be repeated here. Hope that her family would stay safe in these uncertain times. And hope that her missing best friend is still alive out there somewhere. But all that hope is crushed when the first body is found. And she is the prime suspect. As though her life couldn't get worse, Lucy manages to catch the attention of the real killer. Yet instead of giving in to despair, she surprises him by falling in love. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙢? *** 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗘𝗗: Killer x Victim Serial Killer Yandere Stalker Bullying Innocent Girl x Murderous Guy Slow Burn Love Triangle Reverse Harem Stockholm She falls first but he falls harder

Everyone fears Major Alexander Draven. At twenty-nine, he's the youngest Major to command an elite operations camp buried deep in the burning sands of Iraq - a man born from a dynasty of power and politics. His father runs corporations and elections alike. Alexander? He runs a battlefield like an empire - cold, precise, merciless. No soldier crosses him. No enemy survives him. No one touches him - until her. Lyra Brooks was never supposed to end up here. She's just the pretty army doctor with a smile too perfect to trust. Lyra knows how to stitch up bullet wounds but not her own scars. She keeps her heart locked away behind sarcasm and late-night drinks. But here she is, buried in blood and sand as a Field Surgical Resident with the U.S. Army Medical Corps. One drunken night. A bar miles from base. A man everyone fears and a woman who pretends she doesn't fear anything at all. One night of brutal, wordless heat neither of them ever mentioned again. Until now. When the two pink lines appear in the harsh white light of the medical tent, Lyra knows one thing for certain - Alexander Draven cannot find out. Not now. Not here, never. But war doesn't care about secrets. Danger doesn't care about mistakes. And Major Draven? He does not like being kept in the dark.

Marley Stone has always been sheltered, kept close, quiet. Her five older brothers are everything she's not: powerful, brave, untouchable. In their world, loyalty is law, and secrets are better left buried. But when cracks begin to splinter the glossy surface of their world, Marley starts to notice things she was never meant to. Lies buried in protection. As the truth unravels, Marley must decide: protect the brothers who raised her, or confront the darkness they've tried so hard to hide. Highest rankings: #1 in dysfunctional family #1 in sibling rivalry #1 in thriller #1 in teen romance #1 in crime

His dark voice trails down her spine, lighting a path of desire that renders her breathless. "If only I were in a position of no consequence." Alia's breath wavers when the pad of his thumb slowly glides across her bottom lip. "Then I could give in to the desire of killing the men who touch you." • It is the year 2358 and the Lycanthrope Kingdom is crumbling. Alia Cain is a 23 year old werewolf. She finds the King to be weak, impulsive and unfit to rule. She's witnessed his cruel actions, first-hand, when he sent Warriors of the Throne to kill her parents. She was 19. After their deaths, her uncle Darian - a highly respected Commander of the Throne - took her in and helped train her into the fighter she needs to be, to kill the King. But things don't always work out the in way you want them to. Not only does Alia have to leave her pack to survive, but her mind, body and soul desperately crave to uncover the mystery of the man who dominates everyone and everything around him with an aura so Herculean he makes all fall to their knees before him. A man who silences and relaxes his fellow pack members with his protective presence and has enough power to slaughter an entire Pack. Valen Volkov. A fierce and extremely powerful beast of a man with a harrowing past that has haunted him for years on end. Endless years of torture has resulted in him losing his memory and not only does he have no true sense of identity, but everyone around him wants him to become King. He finds no interest in the role, but things soon change when he meets a troubled Fugitive named Alia Cain. MATURE CONTENT. This includes detailed descriptions of violence, strong language, and sexual content. #1 fiction 14/02/23 #1 lycanking 30/05/23 #1 royal 17/06/23 #1 slowburn 29/08/23 #1 supernatural 02/03/24 #1 king 21/07/24 #1 adult 07/08/24 #1 lycanthrope 18/12/24 #1 paranormal 09/05/25

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬 Loyalty. It's a simple philosophy of virtue, worn thin by the world. In his hands, it is sacred- A creed carved in blood and obedience. A faith sharpened by order, tempered in the fire of command. Trust is demanded- forged beneath the weight of discipline, Bound by the concept of duty. But in hers, those words are fables- Tales spun by desperate men to keep obedience alive. Loyalty's a language of the desperate- spoken loudest by those too afraid to stand alone. Trust is a fool's game for those who've never bled. And right is wrong, wrong the only right in the chaos she was made for. They were born to opposite sides of the same war- two souls carved from a single wound, destined to bleed for different flags. They were meant to ruin each other quietly. Ruin. Ruin. Ruin and call it mercy. Call it duty. Never to find warmth in the ashes they made. Never to seek solace in what was made to destroy, what was meant to bring death. But fate... fate has never cared for intention- It placed his oath at the mercy of the woman he was trained to destroy, Placed her wrath in the hands of the only man who could ruin it. Steal her fury. Quiet her rage. Unravel the reason she drew breath. And he truly meant to do it- Every bit of it. Meant to ruin, To steal, To quiet, Unravel. He meant to bring justice, Bring justice and strike down a woman born of vengeance until fate intervened once more- Until, somewhere between the hunt and the havoc, he forgot to destroy and learned to worship instead. But worship's not enough to blunt her truth- hungry dogs are never loyal- not even to the palm they once adored. And even the devout, in the end, turn on their gods. 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏...