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His Quiet Escape

His Quiet Escape

My wife, Vicky, said she had a business trip. "It's important, Ethan," she' d said, not looking at me. That was her excuse for missing the music festival, the one I' d bought tickets for months ago. So I went alone. Then, on the main stage screen, there she was, smiling next to Dylan Hayes, her college ex. The interviewer asked about inspiration. "Sometimes you wish you could go back to a simpler time," Vicky cooed, her eyes on Dylan. "Like, three years ago, before I made certain life choices." Three years ago. That's when we got married. My stomach dropped. The beer tasted like poison. My own public declaration of divorce at an open mic that night spiraled into a media frenzy. Vicky, terrified of public backlash, hit back. Not at me, but at my sick younger brother, Liam. She threatened to cut off funding for his life-saving leukemia treatments unless I went along with her sanitized PR narrative: we'd "amicably separated," and she was simply "reconnecting" with her new business partner-Dylan. The injustice burned. To leverage my brother's health for her image? To see her ex-lover ensconced in her company, a reminder of her betrayal? I was trapped, but I wouldn't be broken. She wanted a new chapter without me? Fine. I would write one for me and Liam. That night, while she celebrated her carefully crafted facade, I packed our bags. I typed up a divorce petition, signed it, and left it on her pristine kitchen island. I found a new, fully-funded clinical trial for Liam across the country. My brother' s treatment, my escape. We were gone, leaving her to face the consequences of her choices.
The Pawn

The Pawn

Can two different species have a future together? Akiku and Riley met at the gala for the supernatural. The event happened every five years to affirm the peace treaty between the vampires and the werewolves. Enticed by the woman, the female alpha followed Akiku only to be lambasted as a stalker. Riley realized that the woman was a vampire. The moon goddess gifted her with a different species as a mate. Thinking the other woman had no idea that she was fated to be a werewolf, Riley tried to pursue the vampire only to be doubted every time. On the other hand, Akiku has no time for the female alpha. She has many things to do in her spare time than to start a connection with another person. Aside from that, she has a family to please every time. However, fate seemed to have its own way of making them meet over and over again. She was in the hotel with a business partner when she came across Riley who was with her pack members. Without meaning to, her business partner and the alpha clashed. That was the first. Far too many times, the female alpha has been meddling with her affairs which created a problem with her family who relied on her to get things done. Riley has been adamant about claiming her mate. She has the woman investigated and finds out that she is an illegitimate child of the vampire prince of the Chinese Coven. She also learned that Akiku was not treated well in the coven since she was a child. Hence, it made her realize the behavior of her mate. Apparently, her vampire mate needs saving not only from her family but also from herself. Riley would do anything for Akiku even if she has to fight against a strong coven that has been weathered through centuries.
Stolen Souls (boy x boy)

Stolen Souls (boy x boy)

They're out to get you. You, yes, you, skimming this summary in your MoboReader App. They want your flesh. And they want your soul. (Let's just call it Teen Vampire Slayer intuition.) Now, that might sound crazy. And I get it. Vampire stuff is pretty crazy stuff to begin with. But maybe you've noticed something off. The lady sizing you up at the coffee shop, the librarian scowling at you in the corner, that one guy at the DMV who turned into a bat and attacked you by the decorative license plate display. Or maybe you're just a kid like me, wanting to get into a college like me, never asking to get dragged into this mess in the first place like me. You don't care about the dumb vampires. Or the eternal darkness. Or the missing kids. Well, okay. That's cool. I'll write and you try to keep up. I'm your guide, Shiro. Grayson Shiro, or Star Shirozaki if you want to get all into the awful birth name business. I turn fifteen in two weeks. That may sound neat to you. In some cultures, when a boy turns fifteen he gets a party or superpowers or some sort of "Yeah, manhood!" ceremony. Me? I get to die. And maybe you will, too. I have two weeks to steal back my soul from blood-sucking vampires before I crumble into dust. My partner, very dead and very stubborn, has maybe three. It's a deadly game, but one we have to play for our fates and the fate of a city about to be swallowed up in a pit of eternal darkness. So buckle up. Welcome to the team, vampire slayer. - Shiro
No Second Chance With My Past

No Second Chance With My Past

I thought leaving Hollywood, branded a plagiarist and heartbroken, would bury the past forever. My film school dream, "Desert Bloom," was supposed to be my triumph, a shared vision with Isabella Hayes, my muse and first love. Instead, it became my ruin, as Isabella, seduced by Julian Vance, the slick heir of a rival studio, coldly betrayed me. She stood on stage, her voice trembling with feigned sincerity, publicly accusing me of stealing my own script, conceived in our golden days. The humiliation was a physical agony, a death sentence for my nascent career, forcing me to flee to Europe a broken man. How could the woman who once looked at me like I held the stars in my hands, surrender our shared dream, our love, for a manipulative con artist? I rebuilt my life from the ashes, finding solace in a new career, a loving wife, Olivia, and our beautiful daughter, Lily, who became my anchor. But now, years later, the past has crashed back. I'm back at my old school, and Isabella, the architect of my ruin, is here too, brazenly trying to rewrite history. She's publicly proposing we "reunite" to finally make "Desert Bloom," attempting to reclaim a story she deliberately destroyed. She expects me to play along, to let her manipulate my narrative, to fall back into her toxic orbit. She has no idea about the life I've painstakingly built, or how fiercely I will protect it. Tonight, the ghost of my past will finally face the undeniable truth of my present.