This story revolves around twin brothers, Desmond and Demetrius, and their six older brothers. Here's the catch neither side knows the other exists. The twins have never met their father, and after years of silence, he finally decides to reveal the truth he's kept buried for eighteen years. During dinner, his oldest son, Vukasin, slams his hand on the table. "Tsk. You old bastard, you decide to tell us this now? Really? Over dinner?" His tone drips with disgust. "Eighteen years, Father. You waited eighteen years to tell us this?" The table falls silent. Vukasin glares across at him. "So what now? You want me to bring them back, huh? Can't do it yourself, can you? You always send me to fix your broken pieces." As Vukasin pushes his chair back and rises from the table, his father and younger brothers remain silent just as they always do. He's already made up his mind. He's going to find his younger brothers. Lord knows if they're living in good conditions or not, but one thing's for sure he's bringing them back, whether they like it or not. (Currently editing the story)

He wanted one night where his name meant nothing. Instead he got days of darkness, walls that remembered everything, and a pair of eyes that the wrong people had already assigned a price to. One blue. One green. Between them: no past, no name that anyone can find, and a silence that took a long time to break. What comes after is harder. Some things survive the dark. Some things only begin there.

Ivan has endured more pain, misery, and heartbreak in his fourteen years of life than most people do in a lifetime, all at the hands of a father who's given him nothing but hate and scars. Then his "father" dies in a tragic accident, and a DNA test reveals that his father isn't his father, he has a real family: a mother, a father, and four older brothers. His entire life has been a lie. And to top it all off, they're not just any family, they're the Morozov's. A name everyone has heard at least once in their lifetime. Wealthy, powerful, and untouchable across the globe. Can Ivan survive there world? Learn to trust and maybe even love? Or is this just another disaster waiting to explode?

For years, Kaden and West have survived on their own. No safety net. No home. No family to fall back on. Only the constant fight for money, shelter, and the right to exist. They were torn away once-lost in the chaos of a night no one talks about. Now, fate is pulling them back to the family they were never meant to find again. But broken pieces don't always fit back together the way they once did. Reunion promises hope, healing, and the chance to finally belong. Yet old wounds run deep, and the brothers they return to are no longer the boys they remember. Trust is fragile. Loyalty is tested. And forgiveness comes at a cost. Because while the family struggles to rebuild, something dark is watching. Waiting. Kaden and West's return has awakened an enemy who would rather see the family shattered than whole. Is a happy reunion even possible after everything that was lost? Or will the brothers be forced to face a new trial-one that could destroy them all? Some pieces were never meant to come back. And some truths are more dangerous than being broken.

Eli has spent fifteen years being fine. No father, no history, no last name that means anything-just a foster placement in Kansas, a job he wasn't supposed to have, and a very specific list of foods he can eat without his body staging a protest. Fine. Manageable. His. But somehow, hitting a wine bottle at a customer leads him to a family and a home he doesn't recognize. Aleksandr Volkov has spent twelve years looking for his youngest son. He was not prepared for what fifteen years of fine looks like up close. ➜ cover by @sugararmy07

I thought I knew who I was. Gabriel Alvarez. Twenty. Son of a poor family in Albuquerque. Big brother. Protector. Future cop. My life had been built on long nights of work, endless study, and the unshakable promise that one day I'd wear a badge strong enough to keep my family safe. But then the threads started unraveling. Whispers of a world I wasn't meant to see. Names spoken like curses. The Caruso family. The Sicilian Mafia. Everyone in the city knew they ruled from the shadows. What no one knew, what I could never have imagined, was that I carry their blood. I am the brother they lost fifteen years ago. Every step I take now feels like a betrayal. To the family who raised me, who trust me with their lives. To myself, who swore I would fight men like the Carusos. But when the moment comes, when the truth tears everything apart, I don't know which side I'll stand on. The law I've devoted my life to... or the brothers who claim me as their own?

Every story in my universe comes back to one thing. Brotherhood. Blood brothers. Chosen brothers. Families built through time, distance, second chances, forgiveness, loyalty, and a whole lot of chaos. Missing Moments is a bonus collection of short stories and one shots from my connected book universe. These are the scenes that happened before the books, between chapters, after endings, or just outside the main story. Some will be funny. Some will be emotional. Some will be chaotic. Most will probably involve someone testing an older brother's last nerve. You don't have to be fully caught up to read. Each Missing Moment will include a quick note explaining who's involved and where it fits in the timeline. Because not every moment made it into the story. But they all helped build the family.

London Hawthorn wasn't your average thirteen year old. Though physically he was perfectly normal, brown wavy hair and ice cold eyes that made girls go wild. But what set him apart from other boys his age was the fact that at only thirteen years old, he was already solving a murder case. However this wasn't just any murder case, it was the twisting, terribly sad, and downright confusing case that belonged to his own blood. His mother. When things begin to unwind and reveal itself, London is tasked with finding his father-a man who is supposed to be dead. And with his father comes his siblings, six of them. All tall, strong, and absolutely gut wrenchingly terrifying. With voices that could send shivers down the bravest of souls. As London sets out to find his father, with only a backpack and a locket, he also begins to find clues. Clues to what? Well, that's for London to know, and for you to find out. Will London ever find his father? What will happen when he does? Will this terrifying man even bother with his thirteen year old son. And what will happen when these clues begin to reveal themselves? Will London finally find the culprit behind all his years of hurt, or is it as it seems?

I'm not a boy, but I'm not a man either. What I am is eighteen, standing in a truck stop parking lot, abandoned by a father who designed me to be quiet, useful, and too afraid to ask for help. Then a smart-mouthed contractor with a habit of bringing home strays looked at me and couldn't walk away. Lynk gave me a job, food, safety, and the first bed I'd ever slept in that didn't live above wheels. His wife, Kilah, gave me kindness, warmth, and an education I was never supposed to have. My father taught me rules that controlled me. Lynk taught me rules that protected me. The longer I stayed with them, the more I wanted to believe I could keep that life. A home. A family. A place where I'm more than just a tool to my father. But wanting it only made me more terrified of losing it when they learned the truth about me and my father. Then Dad came back. And he doesn't just threaten to take me away. He threatens to break everything Lynk and Kilah taught me how to build. I thought I was the one hiding the worst secrets. I had no idea my father had buried bigger ones.

What if you were only a number? That is all the boy with the aqua eyes has ever been. A string of numbers marked on his wrist, ending in 117. He's not treated like a boy. He is a product worth killing for. A weapon designed in a secret laboratory. An asset with an ability people would kill to control. He is 6,221 days old and has never seen the outside world. He has no understanding of family. No concept of home. No identity beyond the number burned into his skin. That all changes the day Riven Thatcher is hired to break into a top-secret laboratory and steal files from a man rich enough to own the law and corrupt enough to make Riven feel downright charitable. Riven Thatcher is not a man you want to cross. He is sharp-tongued, disciplined, and dangerous enough that testing him once is usually where people run out of chances. Stealing from the wealthy and corrupt is what he does best. They hire people to keep thieves out. Riven is the one hired to get in. Get out. And vanish without a trace. He lives by two rules: never trust anyone, and never get attached. Then he comes face to face with a barefoot seventeen-year-old boy in white lab clothes, a barcode on his arm, and aqua eyes so vivid they make him impossible to hide. Riven has no intention of taking him. But the boy has other ideas. With a single touch, Subject 117 plants one thought inside Riven's mind. Take me with you. By the time Riven escapes, he has no idea why he brought the boy along. He only knows he has just stolen something far more dangerous than files, and far more valuable than money. Now Riven is at the center of a deadly chase, hunted by people who will do anything to get their weapon back. And as the mystery surrounding Subject 117 begins to unravel, Riven starts to realize the boy he never meant to save may be changing him just as much as Riven is changing him. Because Riven has spent his life believing he is better alone. But the boy with no name may teach him that family is not a