Nicole Brenner has been missing for three years. Sort of. Trapped between worlds and bound to a cabin deep in Pennsylvania's western mountains, Nic has spent every day since keeping an ancient evil locked behind the door at the end of the hall, and trying not to lose her mind. She's got a grimoire she's memorized cover to cover, a weepy cryptid named Pierogi, and exactly two weeks of corporeality per year to shore up defenses against the monsters called to kill her. Then Cal Muir walks through her front door - ex-Navy SEAL, ex-almost-something, and the last person she ever expected to see again. He's here to find out what happened to her; he doesn't know she's standing right behind him; and he's wasted no time dismantling her meager defenses (and she cannot stress enough how much of a problem that is). Now Nic has six days to figure out how to save a man who can't see her, from monsters he doesn't believe in, before Halloween night blows the door open for good - all while reckoning with the fact that the magic she once told him wasn't real might be the only thing that saves them. A second-chance paranormal romance steeped in Penn Dutch folklore, veteran mental health representation, and the kind of magic that challenges both fate and faith.

When sixteen-year-old Violet and her brother Jason move into their late grandmother's crumbling house, they expect cobwebs and creaky floorboards-not a padlocked attic stuffed with boxes that hum like they remember. While cleaning, they break open a dusty old crate mislabeled "Tax Records - 1940s"-and find photographs. Black-and-white. Blurred at the edges. Smiling teens in costumes that shouldn't exist. A ballerina with empty eyes. A jester with a smile too wide. A boy handing out tickets with frostbitten hands. And their grandmother, alive and laughing, surrounded by performers long dead. Everyone in the photo died in this town. All of them were labeled accidents. Suicides. Unexplained disappearances. But the stories never lined up. Now, with the circus returning for the first time in decades, the truth starts to crawl back up through the floorboards. Violet and Jason must uncover how their grandmother was connected to the cursed performers... and why their deaths were only the beginning. Because the circus doesn't just haunt the town. It feeds on it. And this time, it's hungry.

The sky didn't open gently. It tore. Sydney Nova Grace was just trying to get home when the world split apart above her - and she fell through it. One moment she was human, ordinary, exhausted. The next, she was crashing into the escape pod of an alien war captain whose ship was already dying. Draxor had never encountered a human female. He had never encountered fragility. And he had never felt instinct war so violently with reason. Stranded on a hostile, uncharted planet, survival becomes a language neither of them speaks fluently. Sydney is injured, terrified, and far from everything she knows. Draxor is lethal, disciplined, and bound by instincts he doesn't fully understand - instincts that tell him to guard, protect, and never let her out of his sight. The jungle watches them. Food is scarce. Creatures stalk the undergrowth. The escape pod flickers like a dying heartbeat. As days stretch on, fear gives way to fragile trust. Gestures replace words. Protection becomes habit. Proximity becomes comfort. Until the forest turns violent. When a brutal creature attacks, Draxor falls - and Sydney is forced to drag a giant back from the brink of death with nothing but torn clothing, stubborn will, and a heart that refuses to abandon him. Twelve days of blood, fever, and whispered promises follow, binding them together in ways neither of them can name. And when help finally comes, it isn't relief that breaks Sydney - it's the realisation that she no longer belongs to just one world. There's a whole world out there. And 4 very special men. #menage #brothers #romance When the Sky Broke is a slow-burn sci-fi romance about survival, instinct, and connection forged under impossible odds. It's about the fear of the unknown - and the choice to stay anyway. About a protector who doesn't know how to love, and a woman who teaches him without ever trying. Sometimes, the sky doesn't just break. Sometimes, it changes everything.

There's a beautiful dead girl in the fine print of Kai's housing contract. HOW TO MAKE A HAUNTED HOUSE INTO A HOME: 1. figure out how to feed the birds on the windowsill 2. fix that leaky shower 3. find out WHY there are eyes following them in from the corner of their vision (kinda hot though-- Kai HAS to get out more) and the sound of a girl's laughter in the vents that haunts them every night and seems to give strange dreams and-- Oh no. How is Kai going to navigate their life around their phantasmic, beautiful roommate when they can't even leave their own home due to their severe anxiety? All Rights Reserved.

After being kidnapped from her home planet and escaping from her captors' ship, Maya crash landed on the unforgiving planet of Nexarion-IV, a unforgiving planet of scorching deserts and treacherous canyons. Tharros, a rugged Nexarian warrior, finds her and nurses her back to health.

What if the door they warned you about... was the only one that called your name? What if the voice sounded familiar - like someone you lost? Would you open it? And when your reflection smiled back with eyes that weren't yours... would you still believe you were safe? What if you were the one possessed - but too aware to stop it? And what if the only people who could save you... were the ones already breaking? How do you fight a demon... when it's wearing your soul like skin?

Appearances..? aren't they deceptive, people often aren't what they really show and they don't really show what they actually are..... Someone , somewhere has kept their mind and eyes on every move of yours......... They have planned to deceive you, you won't even know who is it YOUR WATCHER, be aware that you are being watched........... he is there watching you....................

Princess Yasmin's hand caught my chin. Then- Her lips crashed onto mine. My eyes snapped open. The cold sweetness of the nectar mingled with warmth - hers, mine, impossible to tell anymore. Her mouth coaxed mine open further, taking back what I had stolen. Slowly. Thoroughly. Not a rush. A reclamation. Her lips moved with such control it made my knees weaken. It wasn't just a kiss - it was a statement. You don't win against me. My body tensed, trapped between wall and woman - royalty and rebellion. Her fingers slowly slid from my jaw then to my throat, brushing the skin there like she owned it. Her other hand planted firmly beside my head, holding me there, commanding. I didn't resist. I couldn't. Every movement of her lips was deliberate - drawing out the flavor, the heat, the punishment. She didn't let a single drop escape. I melted into her kiss. Or maybe I burned. Her tongue flicked the roof of my mouth. She tasted the last hint of sweetness and didn't stop. I let out a muffled sound - somewhere between a gasp and a groan. She finally pulled back, barely an inch, breath grazing my lips. Her chest rose and fell against mine, both of us unsteady, caught in the aftermath. "You think you're clever," she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes darkened in a way I'd never seen before. I blinked, still stunned, lips parted. "You're not," she said, lips brushing mine again - featherlight. Then she stepped away. Just like that. Back straight, chin high - as if nothing had just happened. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." Story Description: The Shadow Reaper - born of vengeance, trained to kill, untouched by mercy. Until she meets Princess Yasmin - beautiful, calculating, and dangerously in control. A cold-blooded assassin and a calculating princess collide in a battle of power, desire, and control-where every kiss is a challenge and surrender is the deadliest sin.

When a late-night phone call pulls Mike into a chilling mystery, he finds himself drawn to an abandoned building-and something lurking within. What begins as a prank spirals into a surreal nightmare, where shadows move, reality bends, and not everything is what it seems.

All my life, I thought I knew how evil this world can be. And just when I thought things changed for the better, everything made a quick and unforeseen turn. I saw what this very evil truly looks like, and it is far more sinister than I realized. I know because this very evil is what killed me. And then after my death, I asked myself, "why am I not dead?" and the answer was obvious. It is because I actually am dead, and the only reason I'm still breathing is because I was reborn into something far more sinister than these evils. ...Soon, my thirst for vengeance will be satisfied with their blood. ...Soon, their tarnished souls will be reaped from this world. This story is intended for mature (+18) readers only. Read at your own discretion.