Dreams of holding hands leave mine empty in the morning. The lukewarm coffee sits undrinkable on the desk. What the fuck am I doing?

Meals have become the center points of each day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner—a trinity we all have in common. Eat your breakfast, finish...

Valentine’s Day unraveled the minute my eyes open when I turn to the right. No one is there. Five letters stuck in my throat before it’s...

Dallas POV Rya looks up with her shoulders still curled over a ledger and a pen in hand. I look away as the heat creeps against the back...

Two looming figures stand at the end of the porch, where stairs meet freshly stained wood planks — a spideresque sensation inches up the...

When Thomas and Sophie meet To see them in the acclaimed dark paranormal Tribute Series, read Grey’s Tribute, Fin’s Claim and Odin’s...

Caleb's POV Our mother is watching all four of us. She’s on one side of the table, and we are on the other side. A slow sip of tea while...

Maysa’s in a soft cotton dress and holds flowers between her teeth as I take picture after picture. “Your turn,” she giggles with an extendi

There’s a layered exhibition watching the bullet-ridden Alpha walk up to his mate, look her deep in the eyes, grab his hat from her waiting

Tragically in Rya’s world, there’s hardly any smiles. Her shoulders are curled over her food today, she eats quietly at the picnic table out