A forty-three-year-old deputy director vents on an online forum about the misery of his life—ignored by younger colleagues at work and neglected by his wife and daughter at home. Seeking a sense of respect, he decides to visit a suspiciously cheap brothel called "Twilight Haven." But once he enters the room of a girl named Nora, he realizes he's trapped in something far beyond the ordinary. The window is fake, the door won’t open, and Nora herself looks like a perfect porcelain doll, utterly lifeless. Stranger still, the price list begins to scrawl blood-red letters on its own, the room transforms into an endless undersea world, and time itself unravels. All of this is streamed live on the forum, with netizens watching in horror, until the final showdown with something not quite human. This is a tale of midlife crisis, digital companionship, and modern urban terror, exposing the loneliness and despair lurking in the digital age.

"I don't need your pity, Nathan," Olivia says coldly after signing divorce papers, her fingers still trembling. "It's not pity," Nathan grips her hand, pain flickering in his eyes, "Rebecca trapped me in that elevator the night you needed me." "You know what losing our baby meant to me," Olivia whispers, tears falling. "At the hospital, I thought I'd lose you forever," Nathan's voice breaks, "that moment I realized neither conspiracies nor lies could change my love for you." "But I may never conceive again," Olivia turns away painfully. "What matters is us together," Nathan caresses her cheek, "we've endured enough pain already." "After so many lies, can we start over?" "This time," Nathan kneels in that secluded little cabin, away from the world, "we'll build on complete honesty."

Rayne Lancaster thought she knew everything about her life. She had grown up happy in her pack with her warrior mother, who loved her dearly. There were certain people who were always less than kind, like the Alpha Heir and his stuck-up friends.

I met Kellan by chance when I tagged along with my friend to a dinner party for the guy she likes. I have never met anyone like him, and staring into those deep brown eyes are enough to make me lose my senses. He is beautiful, too beautiful for someone like me. I don't expect a man like him to be interested in me, but it takes less than an hour for him to prove me wrong. He is persistent, but I know it is best for me to stay away from him. I am not looking for anyone, and something tells me I couldn't handle a man like him. I can get through one night, the words I keep repeating in my head, praying it would be the truth, but Kellan isn't one to give up, and he has other ideas. Kellan wants me, and he is the type of man who gets what he wants. What I didn't expect was that under the fancy suits, the beautiful laugh and a million-dollar smile, he has secrets from his pasts, ones that broke him, a brokenness that hasn't healed. He changes my life and shows me a world of new things, but I never thought I would change his life too.

I was indebted to the Kosters Family. After losing both my parents, Old Mr. Kosters arranged my marriage to Charles Kosters. Everyone in Riverdale City knew that Charles had been waiting for his true love to return from abroad. So, he hated me to the bone. One day, he touched me intimately for the first time. I was overjoyed, thinking the ice had finally melted. A month later, I began experiencing itching. The doctor looked at me gravely: "HPV positive." I walked out of the examination room in a daze. Charles was leaning against the wall and casually said: "Found out?" I instantly understood everything and looked at him in disbelief: "You did this deliberately?" "What else?" He stepped forward, looking down at me: "Did you really think I would touch you? Disgusting." "Vivian is back. This is her first gift to me. As long as you occupy the position of Mrs. Kosters for one more day, I'll give you a new 'gift' every day." My nails dug into my palms. "Charles Kosters, have you forgotten? It was your grandfather who begged me to marry you. Do you think I'm someone you can push around as you please?"

Book Two of the Lost Loves series. For ten years Lynn has dedicated her life to raising her triplets after she was thrown out of her childhood home by her raging father. Working long hours as a waitress she manages to eek out a living providing for two growing boys and a daughter struggling with a degenerative eye disease.

When Freya bravely defends a child from werewolves, she catches the eye of Kayden, the commanding future Alpha. With one powerful word, he claims her as his own and brings her to his palace, refusing to let anyone else touch what now belongs to him. Despite his intimidating power and authority, Kayden shows an unexpected protective side toward Freya. His fierce gaze follows her everywhere, warning others to keep their distance while his gentle touches reveal a connection neither of them can explain. As Freya finds herself drawn to the dominant yet tender werewolf prince, she discovers strange abilities awakening within herself. In a world where humans serve and werewolves rule, their forbidden attraction challenges everything…

Struggling artist Emma is so broke she can’t even afford canvas, barely scraping by as a barista. One stormy night, she “finds” a drenched, disheveled man on the street and impulsively takes him home—only to discover he’s Alexander, heir to a global financial empire?! “Seriously, this can’t be real!” Terrified, Emma jumps out the window and flees in the dead of night. But the real shock? The tycoon not only tracks her down—he refuses to leave her alone! “You didn’t just pick me up… You picked forever.”

Trauma surgeon Chloe Sterling encountered a mysterious man in the ER—blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect physique—who explained everything away with excuses about "replica guns" and "cops chasing thieves." When the police arrived, a single phone call allowed him to walk away unscathed, even making the officers stand at attention and salute. He told her he hadn't been to a hardware store; he'd been out to kill or be killed. That "misunderstanding" three days ago had completely transformed her life. And now, standing on the hospital rooftop, she watched the Black Hawk helicopter disappear into the night sky, wondering if he would ever return.

Impoverished but resilient Luna believed she had found her divine savior in Asher Blackwood—the aristocratic, seemingly perfect student council president. But this fairy-tale romance was merely an elaborate hunt in disguise. Asher, a werewolf noble secretly living among humans, wasn't obsessed with Luna herself, but with her unique blood that awakened his dormant heritage. To claim her exclusively as his own, he wove an intricate web: feigning deep affection, earning her compassion, and ultimately imprisoning her. Alternating between tender lover and brutal captor, he methodically crushed her spirit. When Luna finally escaped this deception and transformed herself into a formidable career woman, Asher reappeared unexpectedly. This time, the once-imperious predator wore a muzzle designed to restrain beasts. Kneeling before her, he offered himself in abject submission with a mad, obsessive proposition: "This time, perhaps you should be the one to imprison me?" With hunter and prey roles dramatically reversed, is this belated remorse—or the beginning of an even more dangerous game?