Zombies shouldn't blink. Or smile. Or know my name. But here we are. I'm Lexi Carter - vlogger, disaster magnet, and three-time apocalypse survivor. Now the infected are evolving, a paranoid prepper hates my guts, and my past is whispering things I swore I forgot. Rule #1: Don't trust anyone. Too bad breaking it might be the only way to not die. (Probably.)

Two years after her world shattered, Alyssa Martins has finally found peace in the city that never sleeps. New York is her clean slate , a place where no one calls her the wife of Isaiah Martins, and where her daughter, Ray, is free to grow up away from flashing cameras and cruel headlines. Broadway became Alyssa's quiet redemption. Her nights are filled with rehearsals, small performances, and lullabies for the little girl who reminds her too much of the man she is trying to forget. But then, there's Jordan Campbell the celebrated Hollywood producer and now a Broadway visionary. He's charming, grounded, and everything Alyssa swore she would never let herself want again. He's been her anchor, her friend, and lately... something more. Yet Jordan carries secrets of his own one that could destroy the fragile life Alyssa has built. And when the past she buried in Los Angeles comes knocking again, everything she thought she escaped threatens to crumble. In a city built on dreams and second chances, Alyssa will have to decide what's worth forgiving... and what's worth letting go. Because some symphonies aren't meant to be finished - and some lies never stop echoing.

A story of a marriage, betrayal, revenge, OW

Aurora Hale knows how to make anything bloom. Roses. Nightshade. Even love. In the sun-washed city of Elysian Coast, she runs Thorn & Bloom-a café-floral atelier that deals in beauty with a bite. Her husband, Jeremiah, is chasing the kind of perfection that photographs well: seaside dinners, charity galas, and promises whispered through polished smiles. But the petals have started to fall. What once felt like devotion now feels like decay, soft, slow, and deliberate. Thier relationship is withering under the weight of its own rot. And in Elysian Coast, everything that grows beautiful must feed on something dying.