Savage Hearts

Fyre Everything I did was for love. Every drop of blood I shed was for him, but when it came to him, he turned his back on me. For what? Because I am doomed, the world's end. It wasn't that he never loved me; it was the fear that one day I'd become much more powerful and destroy everything he had built. My heart bleeds, and the only way I will ever get back at him for his betrayal is by seeking revenge. Ronan I've spent my life in the shadows since she died, since the life I loved was ripped from me and left only grief behind. I watched from the sidelines as my family crumbled, pretending I was safe from it when I knew I was not. I thought I had accepted silence until she came-not from my past, not from any recorded memory, but fully, dangerously alive, and entirely... unpredictable. Her power terrifies me. Her fire challenges me. She is someone I should stay away from, but somehow, against every rule I've lived by, she makes the grief in my chest feel... human again. I should stop her. No, hold her. Fear her. I should let nothing slip past my control. But every glance, every unguarded moment, reminds me that surviving her is no longer the same as staying in the shadows. But she is closed off... something I indirectly had a hand in. Alistair I should've been brave like my brother and fought for the woman who made me feel whole again. I should've fought the whole world for her and not been against her, but I failed. Now I want her back, but she is somewhere, protecting herself from me, from everything; it is all my fault. I should never have chosen duty over love. BOOK 1 of The Shadowborne Series

Chapters

Chapter 1

Fyre

The world is cruel, but I'm crueler.

If the love of my entire life could choose someone else over me on a night that meant the most to both of us, I deserve to kill more than five thousand people.

I should wage war on the whole world for a hundred more years.

The humiliation never just vanishes; it remains, just as the pain did, the hurt, the betrayal, every minute that passes, every soul taken. I'm reminded of his hollow words; he never meant it.

He never loved me like I did.

I don't even remember who I am anymore. He made a burning queen go cold.

Blood streamed from my eyes as I cried out in agony; the whip I had struck hundreds with in a second fell off from my hand.

A snort came out of my nostrils as I sniffed them back in.

The man I loved, a warlord feared by so many, speaks, and everyone, old and young, listens to him. He controls the northern region and ruled over them; in that icy heart of his, he made a space for me, hot enough to burn, cold enough to endure-the perfect temperature.

We were both gods in our own right.

Like fire to ice, I'd melt him, and he always was pleased with it.

Our love was always doomed, but he assured me that he wasn't like the others who mocked me for being a shadowborne. Who was made out to be an outcast born out of wedlock.

He gave me hope and crushed it under his fist.

The sound of his armored steps was heavy on the blood-soaked floor as he approached me. My head bent low, utterly defeated, waiting to claim the life he once loved and cherished, his war-forged blade's sharp edge poised before me.

I gave myself the chance to speak, as it likely would be the last time I'll have a voice.

"Why didn't you hate me like the others did?" I demanded, surprised by my firmness, thinking it would crack and I'd see myself crying all over again, "You should've done that from the start."

I lifted my head to look him directly in the eyes.

"When they called me a witch, you called me powerful. When they called me dangerous, you told me the world would learn to fear me one day. Now how can you turn your back on me? How can you choose another? How can you-how can you say I was never enough?" I asked brokenly.

"I never said that." His next words came out cold, emotionless, and final.

"You don't need words to speak, Alistair... actions matter. The fact you never once told me... I loved you. Or did that never mean anything to you?" I swallowed my words painfully.

"You knew we were both doomed, yet you fell in love with me. I promised you nothing; those were just the lies you filled your head with. I liked our moments together, Fyre... but I can't love you the way you want."

"Why?"

"You are... You are ..."

"Say it!"

"You are a shadowborne Fyre! And not just any shadowborne..." His voice thundered throughout the hall, his grip tightening around his sword.

I let out a slow, mocking clap.

"I've always been Shadowborne. We do not walk into light. We linger in shadow. And yet... you made me see it differently, you brought me to the light, and I always knew my place. And here you are, pretending like you didn't know. Why? Why now?" My breathing staggered.

"I didn't know your story then, and when I knew, it was too late."

"What story? That I'm a child whose mother, a goddess of nature, had an affair with darkness? Everyone knew that; it's the sole reason why I grew up alone and the reason you got close to me," I spat.

"Fyre, I never got close to you because of that... I just saw you lonely... I should kill you." He averted his gaze when I breathed in deep. "Everyone is waiting for your head."

"Then what are you waiting for? Do it and go receive the glory you've always wanted."

The sword scratched the surface of the floor as he lifted it, ready to strike me down. He whispered aloud, "May we never meet in our next life."

He lied.

For immortals like ourselves, there was no next life.

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Eden's eighteenth birthday was supposed to be her moment-the night she'd finally tell him. The boy she grew up loving. The one who kissed every girl but her. The one she saved her virginity for. She's spent years dreaming of Liam, chasing his smile, starving for his attention. But tonight, all he sees is the next girl he can break. And Eden? She's not enough. Desperate to change that, she does the unthinkable. She turns to Hunter Cross. Captain of the hockey team. Cold. Arrogant. Brutally sexual. The kind of man girls dare not fantasize about-but Eden does. She begs him to teach her how to flirt, how to kiss, how to touch a man until he forgets every woman before her. Hunter agrees-but only under one condition. "If I teach you how to seduce him, then for one month... you belong to me. Fully. No questions. There are no limits." Now Eden is learning far more than she bargained for-lessons in pleasure, in control, in giving up her body piece by piece to a man who doesn't believe in love. Each touch Hunter demands pushes her deeper into the kind of sin she never imagined, the kind that leaves her shaking, soaked, and begging for more. But the deeper she falls, the more dangerous the game becomes. Because Hunter's not just training her for another man. He's breaking her for himself. And he has no intention of ever letting her go. For fans of Haunting Adeline, Twisted Games, and Credence-this is a dangerously seductive enemies-to-lovers story with a filthy slow burn, a dominant hero, and an ending that will leave you breathless. Warning: This book contains explicit adult content, power-play dynamics, rough language, and high-heat scenes intended for mature readers only.

Action Modern Romance

7.2

A Name Without A Past

7.2

Title- A Name Without A Past Author- Abraham Tejiri Onojighofia Genre: Psychological Suspense Romance / Crime Thriller Tagline: Memory lies. Danger doesn't.. Larry awakens in an abandoned hospital with no name, no past, and no memories-except one. A woman's face. Her voice. Her presence. The single image floating in the hollow wreckage of his mind is so sharp, so undeniable, that he knows she matters. He doesn't know who he is, but he knows he must find her. Moments after he escapes the hospital, someone tries to kill him. Driven by instinct and the one memory he trusts, Larry follows the fragment of recognition until it leads him to Ella Morgan, a composed and fiercely intelligent homicide detective. But instead of relief, he's met with confusion. Ella has never seen him before. According to her, he is a stranger. But danger arrives before either of them can walk away. A sudden attack convinces Ella that Larry is not lying-someone wants him dead. And the attempt on his life mirrors the recent string of unsolved murders she is investigating. Against policy and against her better judgment, Ella takes him under temporary protection. Immediately, unsettling cracks begin to appear in her certainty. Larry recognizes places connected to the case. He reacts to threats with a trained instinct he can't explain. And his fragmented flashbacks seem tied to secrets Ella wasn't supposed to uncover. As they race to piece together his missing identity, a darker truth begins to emerge. Larry's amnesia is no accident. Evidence points to a covert operation, a covered-up crime, and powerful enemies determined to bury the truth permanently. His erased memory may hold the key to a conspiracy that reaches into the police force, the city's elite-and Ella's own past. With each step closer to the truth, the connection between them deepens. Larry feels drawn to her with an unshakable certainty that defies logic, while Ella fights the pull of a man who may be the missing link to her most dangerous case yet. But as Larry's memories begin to return, so does a chilling realization: Ella wasn't just a face in his mind. She was the last person he tried to protect before everything went dark. Now, the enemies hunting Larry have turned their sights on her. In a deadly race against a faceless adversary, Larry and Ella must unravel the past he's forgotten before it destroys them both. Because the silence Larry woke up with isn't empty-it's hiding a witness, a secret, and a truth someone is willing to kill to keep buried. And the closer the truth gets, the more dangerous remembering becomes.

Action Modern Mystery

9.3

A vow of Violence

9.3

THE KING IS DEAD. LONG LIVE THE MONSTER. Five years ago, Julian Thorne was the golden heir to London's most powerful banking dynasty. Then, his own brother paid to have him murdered. The world mourned. The family moved on. And his brother claimed everything Julian left behind-including Isolde Sterling, the icy, breathtaking heiress to the shipping empire. But Julian didn't die. He survived hell, forged in the brutal underground fighting pits of the East, and now... the ghost has returned home. He crashes his brother's engagement party with a scar on his face, violence in his veins, and a single vow: Burn it all down. He will strip his family of their fortune. He will expose the dark conspiracy that rules the city. But his sweetest revenge? Stealing the bride. Isolde knows she should run. The man who returned is a predator-cold, lethal, and terrifyingly seductive. But when he looks at her with those dark, possessive eyes, she realizes the terrifying truth: she doesn't want to be saved. She wants to burn with him. Revenge is a dish best served hot.

Action Horror Modern

9.0

His Discarded Gem: Shining In The Ruthless Don's Arms

9.0

For four years, I traced the bullet scar on Chace’s chest, believing it was proof he would bleed to keep me safe. On our anniversary, he told me to wear white because "tonight changes everything." I walked into the gala thinking I was getting a ring. Instead, I stood frozen in the center of the ballroom, drowning in silk, watching him slide his mother's sapphire onto another woman's finger. Karyn Warren. The daughter of a rival family. When I begged him with my eyes to claim me, to save me from the public humiliation, he didn't flinch. He just leaned toward his Underboss, his voice amplified by the silence. "Karyn is for power. Ember is for pleasure. Don't confuse the assets." My heart didn't just break; it incinerated. He expected me to stay as his mistress, threatening to dig up my dead mother’s grave if I refused to play the obedient pet. He thought I was trapped. He thought I had nowhere to go because of my father’s massive gambling debts. He was wrong. With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and texted the one name I was never supposed to use. Keith Mosley. The Don. The monster under Chace's bed. *I am invoking the Blood Oath. My father’s debt. I am ready to pay it.* His reply came three seconds later, buzzing against my palm like a warning. *The price is marriage. You belong to me. Yes or No?* I looked up at Chace, who was laughing with his new fiancée, thinking he owned me. I looked down and typed three letters. *Yes.*

Action Mafia Romance

8.9

KISS ME KILL ME;HIS ENEMY HIS OBSESSION

8.9

In the shadow of a lethal rivalry, a ruthless mafia heir finds himself consumed by a dangerous obsession with the one person he is sworn to destroy. As their blood-soaked worlds collide, a volatile romance ignites between these two enemies, blurring the line between hatred and desire. Every kiss is a gamble and every touch carries a threat of betrayal. In a high-stakes game of power and revenge, will their lethal attraction lead to salvation or a final, fatal end?

Action Mafia Romance

9.6

Revenge Marriage: The Jilted Ballerina's Comeback

9.6

I stood in the ballroom of the Pierre Hotel, holding a champagne flute that felt like a fragile anchor against a rising tide of anxiety. Across the room, the crowd of New York's elite parted as my fiancé, Campbell Brock, stepped onto the stage to announce a historic merger-and a shocking engagement to someone else. "I am proud to announce my engagement to Kandice Rose," he said, pulling the "real" daughter of the family into his arms while looking right through me as if I were a ghost. I dropped my glass, the crystal shattering at my feet, but the public humiliation was only the beginning. By the next morning, I was a viral meme dubbed the "Meltdown Girl," and the American Ballet Theatre had suspended me from my position as principal dancer for "moral turpitude." My bank accounts were frozen, my reputation was in tatters, and Kandice was on a livestream tearfully claiming I was a jealous foster girl who had tried to seduce Campbell behind her back. I had spent four years building a life with this man, only to be discarded like a piece of old wallpaper the moment a better business deal came along. How could the man who promised me a future turn me into a national joke overnight, and why was the world so eager to believe I was the villain in my own tragedy? When my high school best friend, the notorious billionaire playboy Charlton Bernard, found me drinking tequila in a dive bar, he didn't offer me a shoulder to cry on. He slid a marriage contract across the table and pressed a black titanium credit card into my hand. "Marry me for a year, Daphne," he said, his eyes burning with a dark, protective intensity that made my heart race. "We'll join their reality show as newlyweds and show the world exactly who the real winner is." I looked at the card, then at the man who had always been my shadow, and realized that being sensible had only gotten me dumped on a stage. "Let's go get married."

Action Modern Romance

Savage Hearts

Chapter 1

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