In 2093, Earth is governed by megacorporations and AI-driven regimes. Memories are currency, and identity is mutable tech. Kieran Voss wakes up in a derelict alley with no past, a mysterious device embedded in his neck, and a hit squad on his tail. As he uncovers the truth-he's not only a rogue test subject but also humanity's last chance against a weaponized AI protocol he helped create-Kieran must decode his shattered memories, navigate betrayals, and fight to reclaim his soul in a world built on lies. But time is running out, and the only way to survive... is to remember everything.
The Man in the Alley The first thing he noticed was the blood. It pooled beneath his fingers, hot and sticky, seeping through the cracks in the broken pavement. His palm was cut open, trembling against the cold. Somewhere above, a drone buzzed past with that high-pitched, insectile whine that always meant surveillance. He didn't move. Couldn't. His body was an aching roadmap of bruises, and his head-his head felt like it had been cracked open and glued back together wrong. A voice scratched in his skull: "Protocol Echo initializing..." He blinked. No name came. No memory.
Just a dull, nauseating emptiness where an identity should've been. The alley was narrow, flanked by flickering neon signs and dumpsters overflowing with decay. Graffiti danced across the bricks-warnings, prayers, gang marks, love confessions long since drowned in smog. His knees buckled as he tried to stand, catching himself on the rusted corner of a dumpster. The pain grounded him, a sharp stab that said: you're alive, barely. He checked his pockets. A single object. A photograph. Crumpled, bloodstained. A man with green eyes-his eyes-stood beside a woman with fire in hers. Her face was half-ripped. Someone had scratched the corner with a word: ECHO. His fingers moved to the side of his neck. Something pulsed under the skin, like a metal tick. No pain, but foreign. Implanted. "Where... am I?" His voice cracked, dry like sand. No answer. Then, gunshots in the distance. Not the loud kind. Suppressed. Professional. Getting closer. Adrenaline took over. He pushed himself up, vision tunneling. Stumbled into the street-just a sliver of light between shadows. Traffic hummed above on a skyway. Holograms danced in storefronts, offering neural upgrades and identity remaps. He kept his head low. Cameras lined the walls, eyes of the city watching everything. And then he saw them. Two figures in black, moving like shadows across the street, heads tracking him like hunting dogs. He ran. No thought, just instinct. Turned down a maintenance corridor. Hopped a fence. Landed in garbage. The cuts on his legs split open again, but he didn't stop. They followed. His feet hit metal stairs. Up, up, up. A fire escape. Rooftop. Wind slammed him in the face. Across the gap-four meters wide-another rooftop waited. He backed up. "Don't do it," one of the men called behind him, voice modulated. He didn't think. Just jumped. Flew. Cracked the landing, shoulder screaming. Rolled. Kept moving. This wasn't survival. This was muscle memory. Whoever he was, he'd done this before. He ducked into an abandoned warehouse. Rust creaked with every step. Light flickered from a broken panel above. He found a corner, collapsed, breathing like he'd outrun a demon. The pain was catching up to him now. His hand was worse than he'd thought-deep laceration, bone just visible. The blood had started drying in a thick crust across his knuckles. He didn't panic. That was the strange part. Even with no name, no history, and killers chasing him, he didn't panic. He assessed. Checked for resources. Watched exits. Calculated odds. Who the hell was he? The panel in his neck pulsed again. A digital flicker across his vision-augmented HUD interface, barely functional. Lines of code scrolled past. A name appeared for a split second: Kieran Voss. He whispered it. It didn't feel like his. Not yet. "Voss?" a voice echoed from the dark. He stood too fast. Blood roared in his ears. From the shadows stepped a woman. Compact, fierce, a cybernetic arm glowing faintly at the joints. Short-cropped auburn hair framed a face that had seen hell and didn't flinch from it. "Don't move," she said. "Or I drop you." He froze. "I don't know you," he said. She cocked her head. "That's funny. You should." Her eyes narrowed as she circled. He tensed. "You don't remember anything, do you?" she asked. He didn't answer. "That's a problem," she muttered. "Because a whole lot of people just died thanks to what's in your head." His mouth went dry. "What?" She walked up to him, stopped inches away. Her hand touched the side of his neck. Her fingers grazed the device under his skin. Her face changed. "They really did it," she whispered. "Echo Protocol... they activated it." "I don't know what that is," he said. She stepped back, like she'd touched something poisonous. "Well," she said, tone turning cold. "Let's hope you remember before they find you again. Because they won't be as forgiving." She turned to leave. "Wait," he said. "Who are you?" She paused. "Call me Arden." They didn't trust each other, but he followed her anyway. She had answers. Or at least she had a direction, and right now, that was the only thing keeping him from unraveling. They moved through service tunnels under the old subway grid, past forgotten tech graveyards and street gangs armed with neural disruptors. Arden knew the paths, knew the signs, knew how to stay out of the AI surveillance grid. She tossed him a drink pouch. "You're dehydrated. Try not to die until I figure out whether I should help you." "Thanks for the warmth." "Don't get cute. You built a weaponized consciousness that wiped out an entire city block. I saw the footage. People's brains melting out their ears. Echo Protocol turned minds into data farms. You think I'm just going to forget that because you've got amnesia?" "I don't remember building anything." She looked at him, eyes softening for half a second. "Yeah," she said. "That's the worst part." Later, they reached a safehouse-a crumbling apartment sealed behind biometric locks and old-school analog traps. Inside, a rusted terminal blinked weakly. Arden scanned the device in his neck. Her brow furrowed. "They hardwired the root key into your spine," she said. "Echo lives in you now. Not just the data. The seed." He stared at her. "What does that mean?" "It means you're either the last hope or the last bullet." The lights in the apartment flickered. "Someone's pinging your implant," she said. "They've found you again." And that was when the walls blew in.
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In a world where mate bonds are surgically altered and reassigned, Mate No More follows the story of a woman who was rejected and erased from her destined mate bond. She became a tool for the system until she had her bond severed, leaving her powerless-but no longer. Now, a rogue leader, she's on a mission to destroy the oppressive system that controls fate. But when her ex-mate, the powerful Alpha who cast her aside, discovers that his bond with her was erased too, he is forced to face the shocking truth: She's no longer the woman he knew-she's the one who's been hunting him all along.
In the mystical realm of Elarindor, Elira Wren discovers she's the last heir to a vanished werewolf bloodline, setting her on a perilous quest to uncover the truth about her parents' death and an ancient curse infecting her blood. Hunted by the ruthless Crimson Court and aided by a sarcastic rogue, a cursed knight, and a disgraced witch, Elira must navigate a world of betrayal, prophecy, and monstrous power. As she gets closer to the truth, the beast within her threatens to consume her. Can she harness her power to become the hero the realm needs, or will she succumb to the darkness? Whispers of the Storm is a tale of identity, transformation, and love transcending fate.
"Vows of Betrayal"follows Roman, a man driven by a deep desire for revenge against the Ravenswood Construction Group after the death of his family in an accident caused by their bulldozer. Using his intellect and ambition, Roman rises from poverty, building a successful empire and plotting to destroy the Ravenswood name. His plan hinges on marrying Isabella, the heiress of the company, and manipulating her into doubting her fiancé, Thomas, whose shady dealings lead to a scandal that begins to tear apart his reputation. As Roman gets closer to Isabella, he subtly inserts himself into her life, positioning himself as her protector and confidant. Despite her initial resistance, Isabella begins to question her trust in Thomas and is eventually swept into Roman's scheme, agreeing to marry him for both practical and emotional reasons. However, as Roman achieves his goal of marrying Isabella and taking control of the company, he starts to grapple with the emptiness of his victory, realizing that his obsession with revenge has led him to lose sight of what truly matters. The story explores themes of power, ambition, love, and manipulation, as well as the emotional toll of seeking vengeance at the cost of everything else, leaving the characters to reckon with their own choices and the consequences of their actions.
"Forever Bound" follows Ava Rossi's journey as she navigates an arranged marriage to powerful Don Alessandro Morano, develops complex feelings for him, and pursues a path of revenge against his family, leading to a twist that threatens to destroy their relationship and their lives.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?