She walked into the police station with a story no one believed-except him. Sarah Bennett doesn't make a fuss. She grades papers, smiles politely, and minds her business. But lately, something's wrong. The locks on her door feel less secure. Her phone rings and no one answers. And there's always the feeling, just behind her, just out of sight, that she's not alone. Most people call it paranoia. Officer Jesse Hayes calls it a case. From the moment she walks into his precinct, pale and hesitant but holding her fear like a secret she can't bury anymore, Jesse knows there's more to Sarah's story than she's saying. And when strange becomes dangerous, when the phone calls turn into break-ins, when her name appears scratched into a wall, he makes her a promise: I'll protect you. But promises can't stop what's coming.

The devil couldn't keep his eyes off the Angel. Roan Monte Cristo is a man carved from violence, king of a criminal dynasty, feared by enemies and haunted by the blood on his hands. In his world, love is weakness. Light is a liability. And angels? They don't survive long in hell. But then she walked in. Hadely a coffee shop girl with soft eyes and a laugh that cracked something open inside him. He never planned to fall for her. He never planned to need her. But plans change. Roan tried to keep her out of the dark, kept his secrets buried, his sins hidden, thinking distance would protect her. But it didn't. Because no matter how hard he tried to shield her from his world, he couldn't live without her in it. She wasn't just the exception. She was the answer. An angel that tempted the devil.

When the world falls apart, love writes itself back together. When Ezra left for war, he carried more than a rifle, he carried the weight of everything he couldn't say and what he always wanted. Cora: the girl who always saw through his silence, who filled her letters with laughter, little stories, and the kind of love he never thought he deserved. In a world torn by violence, Cora's words became Ezra's only refuge. Folded into the chest pocket of his uniform, her letters weren't just ink and paper, they were survival. For Cora, the writing became ritual. She sent pieces of her heart across oceans and deserts, never knowing if they'd reach him, never sure he'd come back. But fate has a quiet way of honoring promises.