A found (or forced) family story. Witchcraft, horrors beyond your comprehension, and a whole lot of mental struggles. Can a monster be a good person?

They say a picture can tell a thousand words...but what if it's sending you a message from the dead? Aspiring horror writer Gwen Coleman and her workaholic husband, Noah, have finally found their dream home and quickly move in with their young daughter Harmony and infant son, Caleb. What begins as an unexplained shadow in the background of their daughter's photograph, soon turns into an imaginary friend named Maria. It doesn't take long before Gwen notices a change in her daughter's personality. When Gwen begins receiving eerie text messages and videos from an unknown sender, she worries Maria may be more than a figment of her daughter's imagination. As the secrets of her new home are revealed, Gwen discovers that perhaps her life has become the most frightening horror story of them all.

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.

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 caught my chin- and claimed my mouth. The taste of stolen sweetness dissolved into heat as she kissed me-slow, consuming, deliberate. Not hunger. Control. My breath faltered. Her fingers slid to my throat, light but owning, while her other hand caged me against the wall. I didn't move. Couldn't. She took her time-every press of her lips deeper, sharper, undoing me piece by piece. A broken sound slipped out before I could stop it. She pulled back just enough, her breath hot against mine, eyes dark with something dangerous. "You think you're clever," she murmured. Her lips brushed mine again-soft, taunting. "You're not." Then she stepped away, composed, untouchable. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." ❃❀✿❁✾✤ Princess Yasmin of Solmira-calm, powerful, and known for her striking beauty-is not someone people get close to. She's kind, but distant. In control. Untouchable. Until she saves the wrong person. Althena was supposed to be just another life spared-a stranger pulled from death and given a place within the palace. Instead, she becomes a disruption Yasmin can't ignore. Bold where she should be silent, fearless where she should bow, Althena challenges her... and flirts like she has nothing to lose. And for some reason... Yasmin lets her. What starts as tension turns into something deeper, something neither of them planned. But Althena isn't just a survivor. She has another identity. A darker purpose. And her presence in Solmira is anything but an accident. Now, with secrets growing and feelings getting harder to ignore, one thing becomes clear- Because when darkness finally meets the light... one of them might not make it out the same. #wlw #enemiestolovers #slowburn