Nothing is compulsory. The reality and descent changes. The journey of a transmigrant Is of myth and nightmare. Confusion is Typical and the threads to calamity and madness In ritual is a breath away. Laws and the unknown Don't govern but demand and order. This is the trance blur and Mystery of transmigrants and the journey through transmigration.

VHYRION (Book 1 ) The Cursed King of Valenzia They say the King of Valenzia was forged, not born. That his crown was carved from the bones of those who betrayed him. That his voice is made of smoke and ice, and his touch leaves men in ash. That his name-Vhyrion-should never be spoken in the dark, for fear he might hear it. And yet he hears everything. Bound by a curse older than the stars, Vhyrion is no longer mortal. Not quite god. Not fully beast. His realm kneels in silence, and his enemies vanish without a trace. He rules not through mercy, but fear. His court is made of shadows. His throne bleeds power. But the curse comes with a cost. He feels nothing. Craves nothing. Not warmth. Not touch. Not love. Until her. She stumbled through a broken seal. Mortal. Glowing. Fragrant with a scent that does not belong to Earth or Eldros or any realm that should exist. And when the wind carries her presence into his court? He stops breathing. Because her scent-soft bloom, sacred fire, forbidden sweetness-tames him. It makes the storm inside him still. The curse tremble. The hunger awaken. Dinah. A girl too human to survive his world. Too divine to belong anywhere else. She doesn't know she's marked by the Bloom of Valenzia-the very force his curse was built to suppress. She doesn't know every realm will hunt her. She doesn't know that just by standing in his presence, she is unraveling the chains of the beast he barely contains. And Vhyrion-the King who once vowed to never feel again-feels too much. Desire. Rage. Obsession. The mating pull awakens. The seal cracks. And the cursed King of Valenzia is ready to destroy every realm just to touch the one thing the gods never meant him to have. Her.

He left a mark I never asked for. Now he wants to finish the piece. Amina Westbrook didn't choose motherhood. But when her younger sister dropped a baby and disappeared, Amina stepped up, raised that little girl as her own, and never looked back. Seven years later, the past comes tatted, cocky, and fine as hell-standing in the grocery store with the same hypnotic eyes her daughter sees in the mirror. Santiago Vega. Zuri's father. The man who left before he ever knew she existed. Now he wants in. He wants time. Forgiveness. A chance to be a father. And every time he shows up with that deep voice and soft smirk, Amina hates how badly she wants to let him. Santiago isn't just showing up for Zuri-he's showing up for her. Fixing things she didn't ask him to fix. Dropping money in her hand like it's his right. Touching her like he already knows how she breaks. Amina's been holding everything together for so long, she doesn't know how to let go. Doesn't know how to want someone who actually stays. But Santiago stays. Through the attitude. The boundaries. The sparks that keep catching fire. And when he finally gets his hands on her? There's nothing soft about it. Now she's spiraling in his sheets, clashing with him in front of her family, and falling harder than she ever meant to. Because Santiago doesn't just want to play daddy. He wants the whole damn family. And this time, he's not leaving until he has them. Ink Don't Lie is a gritty, emotionally charged, standalone romance about second chances, found family, and the kind of love that refuses to walk away.

Zoey Gunner never visits Pine Falls, Colorado, her mother's mysterious hometown. But when Zoey's estranged grandmother passes away, the crafty crocheter volunteers to venture into the unknown to clean out the woman's cabin. Besides, she needs some distance from a set of lovingly overbearing brothers. A chance to prove her independence. But when an unclear flyer lands Zoey and her balls of yarn in the middle of a motorcycle club's bar, she becomes tangled with the residents of Pine Falls. One handsome biker in particular seems hell bent on tying her up in knots. Warner Jameson wants Zoey. She smells like the perfect mate with a side of maple syrup and her laughter is the sweetest sound he's ever heard. When the woman appears in the Dark Moon Riders' bar toting a bag of crafts and showing no fear toward the mass of intimidating bikers, it's all Warner can do to keep from kneeling at her feet. The problem is, not only is Zoey an out-of-towner, she's human. And he's...not. Unwilling to let his supernatural secret ruin his happiness, Warner decides to show Zoey just how lovable a monster can be. It helps that she needs rescuing a time or two. But what start out as unlucky accidents, soon become clear actions of sabotage against the woman he's falling for. Someone in Pine Falls doesn't want Zoey sticking around. Asking her to stay is dangerous but leaving means a broken heart... *Note: this story has not been professionally edited. Sorry for any typos!