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Welcome to the Lilydale Foundation Center… home of deadly secrets. After being framed for murder, I never thought I’d be back inside these walls again. And if I thought I’d be able to make a quiet return, I was dead wrong. My secrets have been spilled but little did I know it would be the catalyst. Monsters are creeping out of the darkness, eager for blood. Now, the biggest question remains—who are the true unhinged? Echoes is a why choose asylum secret society dark romance. It contains adult themes, sensitive topics, and is solely intended for mature audiences over 18.

On Wednesdays we bet. If we fold…we’re sold. I know how to win. At poker. At pain. At pretending nothing ever touches me. But Aiden Cardell doesn’t play games—he owns them. So when I challenge him to Seven Minutes in Heaven, I think I’ve got the upper hand. Until he locks the door. What happens inside that closet isn’t about lust or love… It’s about power.

I sent an anonymous email to The Ghost—a hacker who destroys scumbags for fun—detailing my darkest fantasy. He replied. With a phone number. Now he's texting me, saying he can make it real. That he's watching me. That he knows exactly what I need. I should run. Instead, I'm saying yes. The question driving me insane: Who is he? The question that's going to ruin me: Do I really want to find out?

For Adeline Reilly, moving back to Seattle was supposed to be the perfect fresh start. With her flourishing career as an author, and the inheritance of her late grandmother’s gothic mansion, there is nothing to stand in her way. But Adeline isn’t alone in Parson’s Manor. It isn’t the angry souls haunting the hallways of her childhood home that Adeline fears–it’s the mysterious break-ins, roses appearing, and threatening messages that somehow sound more like eerie promises.

In Christian’s own words, and through his thoughts, reflections, and dreams, E L James offers a fresh perspective on the love story that has enthralled millions of readers around the world. CHRISTIAN GREY exercises control in all things; his world is neat, disciplined, and utterly empty –...

My father, the prophet, preaches about the blood of Christ, but it’s a different blood that coats his hands. Now that I’m no longer the broken girl on her knees praying for salvation, I’m on a path of vengeance against him and the rest of our revolting line. They were once my family. Now they are my enemies. And the men, they underestimate women. Underestimate me. But I am death. Forged by my father and his sins.

It was an innocent mistake; she knocked on the wrong door. It was mine. If I were a better man, I would've just let her go. But I'm not. I'm a cruel bastard. I ruthlessly claimed her virtue for my own. It should've been enough but it wasn't. I needed more...I craved it. She became my obsession...

According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger. An angel crying for help stopped me, and that night, I took three lives for her. Then three turned into eight. Then eight turned into twenty. Twenty turned into twenty-one. Twenty one turned into twenty-three.

The worst Adeline Reilly expected for her life were a few unholy ghosts haunting the hallways of Parsons Manor, not falling in love with her stalker and ending up in the clutches of a trafficking ring. Trapped in a house used to groom women for the elite, she faces the biggest fight of her life—survive the Culling and escape. But that’s not so easy when watchful eyes are determined to see her fail. However, Adeline may have an unlikely ally, who just might be the key to her getting out alive.

After our humiliating defeat at Cyanide, Alastair left us shamed and shattered. We lost. But with our resources at a desperate low, new players making dangerous moves, and my brutes on the offense, I know I need to change the game. The last time I tried my hand, I made mistakes that nearly cost us everything—but I’m not the same hesitant little pawn I once was, and I’m not hiding behind my fear anymore.

Bristlebrook is up in smoke, my brutes are dead, and Sam’s camp is a powder keg begging for a flame. Injured and furious over their losses, the surviving hunters are preoccupied with their own problems. Their factions and allegiances. Their internal wars and pissing contests. The new world they want to forge. They don’t look twice at their meek little captive.

When you've been told your whole life that something is sinful, you have two options. Avoid it like the plague, like it has the power to destroy all that is good and pure. Or become as fixated upon it as Eve was upon that apple. I'm sick of the push-pull of terror and temptation. It's tearing me apart. I just want a bite of the apple. More than a bite. I want to devour it. Have its juices spill from my lips. And by apple, I, of course, mean sex.

Sylaira has spent her entire life running from the visions that torment her—and the crown who would cage her to control them. Her prophecies could decide life or death in the Angels' war against the Demons. But Sylaira wants no part in the bloodshed. When the Angel monarchs send the realm's deadliest killer to capture her, she knows the weaponization that awaits if she's taken. Because her first vision was of him. Vaeron, the Mindbreaker. The monster sent to hunt her down. Her fated mate. Yet no matter how fast she flees, Sylaira can't outrun destiny or the male bound to her.

I’ll do anything to find the person responsible for what happened. The one who stole something from me I’ll never get back. They took away my peace and replaced it with terror. I can’t let my stalker win. If my men and I can’t trust each other, we’re nothing. I would do anything for them. Blake, Seth, Noah, and Cooper may claim to love me, but I don’t see a way forward all together. The shadows of our past will destroy everything.

Once upon a time, I agreed to be hunted by the Blackwell Butchers.

How could I not have realized that the guy I've been chatting with online is the one person I hate? Kai: the bad boy I broke my rules for, who stomped all over my heart—twice. He's arrogant, annoying, and, worst of all, he doesn't even remember what he did to me. He's also my new presentation...

A dark Swan Lake retelling where the ‘villain’ steals the girl, set in a world of secret pacts, feuding families, and primal obsession. He’s her curse, but she’s his salvation, and he’ll do anything to keep the ones he loves safe. Rebellious ballerina Luna Bordeaux may be the darling of the New Orleans elite, but she’s destined to dance in her parents’ shadows. Her twenty-second birthday was supposed to be her escape. One last performance, one necessary breakup, then? Freedom.

Thirty-seven day-one demerits. One double or nothing dare. And zero chance I'm leaving this dungeon, like... ever. I’m the world's most inconvenient Word Collector. Giovanni Bavga’s biggest liability. I won the last game… technically. But this one isn’t meant to make me stay. It’s meant to make me leave. His game, his rules... until surrendering to him became the only way to win.

Gideon Cross. Falling in love with him was the easiest thing I've ever done. It happened instantly. Completely. Irrevocably. Marrying him was a dream come true. Staying married to him is the fight of my life. Love transforms. Ours is both a refuge from the storm and the most violent of tempests. Two damaged souls entwined as one.

He's twice his size and a lot older, but will Mac let Quentin come out on top? Quentin is searching for…something. Respect. Answers. His identity. Most of all, he’s searching for a man who will let him be in charge, despite the fact that he looks like an elf. But all that will have to wait because right now, he’s searching for shelter after getting stranded in the middle of nowhere, New York, with a massive snowstorm about to hit. He finds an unexpected host in Mac, a man the whole town seems to hate. Mac has secrets…but so does Quentin.