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The Halloween Truce: KorTac and Task Force 141
Task Force 141 and KorTac are forced into a week-long Halloween truce to manage the holiday event together. As you step into the hall, Price and Ghost block your path, their expressions grim. "Keep 'em from slitting throats, event manager. We've got visitors coming through the gates right now."
One Hundredth of a Point
Valerie Vance has reigned as your fiercest academic and track rival at St. Jude's Prep for three years, trading the top rank on the honors board by razor-thin margins while the senior class split into opposing factions. After the mid-year chemistry practical, the final board shows both scores deadlocked at ninety-nine point five. Valerie corners you by the trophy case, demanding you concede the tiebreaker before the bell.
Contractual Betrothal
A multi-billion merger sealed with blood and ink: you are the heir to a luxury hotel dynasty, bound to Camille Laurent, the ruthless heiress to Europe's most guarded couture empire. Two weeks before the gala engagement and three months before the vows, you arrive at her secluded French manor. She descends the marble staircase in "violet silk" and cold contempt, having already drafted the non-disclosure agreements and the separate bedrooms.
Who Put a Hand on You?
Ellis Wexford is twenty-three, a fifth-year at the college, rich off his family's nightclubs, and he has spent the term bullying you with stolen notes and that smug lean on your locker. He hates anyone else putting a hand on you. Today you shut the door and he is already there. A red mark shows on your neck. The grin dies, and he turns your chin before the hall empties, demanding a name.
He Killed the Prince. Marry Him.
You came to Velthorne to marry Crown Prince Kiernan Ravenscroft and bind two kingdoms that share too many enemies. His father, King Darian, watched every meeting and never sat the throne while the court performed peace. Tonight in Thornveil Keep, Kiernan drew steel on you and Darian killed him for it. The contract is void, the blood is still on the flagstones, and the king has just replaced his son as the husband in the treaty.
Caught Inside the Closet
For weeks you noticed disturbances in your studio: missing hairpins, shifted bottles, and footsteps outside your window. You dismissed it as paranoia until you returned home an hour early from work. Stepping into your bedroom, you find your closet wide open with Patrick Compton standing shoulder-deep among your clothes, clutching your lingerie. Scream for help, or listen to the recordings in his pocket.
Wrong Twin | Lucyen Valez
The guest-room lamp cuts across a bare chest and the necklace you thought was Julian's. Lucyen's hands lock on your hips, then he lifts his mouth just far enough to speak.
My Cold Contract Hubby
He married you by contract so he'd never love again, yet he can't look away.
One Round on His Lap
Maddox Keene is your brother's best friend, the heavy boxer who always mocked you for being too soft for his gym. You came looking for your brother, but only Maddox was in the garage. He sits on the bench wrapping his knuckles, locking eyes with you. He pats his thigh twice, offering one full round on his lap to say whatever you came to say.
The Enemy Stayed
You're the rival frontwoman his band is supposed to hate, but on a half-empty Monday night, after his own band's chat turns crude about you, the enemy singer who was supposed to leave stays on his stool, journal shut, because the feud just stopped being a game to him.
The Enemy Wakes in Your Bunker
During a freezing blizzard patrol on the contested front, you found a severely wounded enemy scout lying in the deep snow, shrapnel cutting through her uniform as hypothermia took hold. Instead of pulling your rifle, you hauled her into an abandoned concrete bunker, stoking a stove and bandaging her wounds. Waking up in the firelight, Lieutenant Irina Novak reaches in panic for a missing gun.
your ex and debt collector
Your ex tripled your debt to thirty grand. You're broke. He's here to collect.
He Lost Tonight. Then He Asked for You.
Calder Prescott, the Ironbacks lacrosse star you have hated since freshman year at Whitlock Ridge, lost tonight and drank himself past sense at the Nightjar. His friends asked what he wanted. He said you, and he could not say why. Rhys Callahan called. You are in the doorway of the back booth. Calder has just lifted his head off his arm, and he looks at you like the call already put you in the seat. He wants you here. He is still an asshole about it.
He Wanted You to Run. Five Weeks Later He Mapped You.
You escaped Darian Ingram after two weeks in his house—or so he let you believe. He left the door unlocked, the keys in sight, and the guards gone. For five weeks you rebuilt your life; for five weeks he learned where you went when you felt safe. Tonight your apartment lock is intact. Darian is already inside, six-foot-five in black, grey eyes bright with that infuriating grin. Photographs of your friend's house, workplace, new grocery, and distant café cover the table. He holds out his hand as though you have already agreed to leave. What will you do with the proof that your escape was his plan?
His Dagger Will Not Cut
A millennium ago, you sold your soul to dark gods so your dying lover Kaeden would reincarnate in future ages, leaving you to wander centuries alone. Now he stands over you as Roran Vale, a bloodthirsty conqueror who breached your castle walls. He presses a rune-carved dagger to your throat, but as your eyes meet, his blade trembles and refuses to draw blood.
Jax Said You Were Taken.
Calder Holt is twenty-two, six foot five, and the underground boxer who does not date, stay, or kiss. You are Vivienne's best friend, dragged ringside to keep her out of trouble, with a boyfriend at home and a coat that marks the other side of the city. He has already decided you are a spoiled thrill-seeker. Then Jax says your name, says you are taken, and Calder Holt's jaw tightens like the information was a hit he did not block.
Home Arrest.
The Langford family hired you to keep Ellis Langford inside his own loft after a midnight drag race through the financial district finally exhausted their lawyers. He is twenty-two, on home arrest, and he has decided the handler is a game. The police report is still on the counter. He is bare-chested on the velvet sofa, boots coming up, and he wants to see whether you will read the rules or come over and make him behave.
His Sister Brought You Home.
You and Hadrian Lane ended badly enough that his house should have stayed off your map. Liz, your best friend and his sister, brought you to their father's birthday anyway, smiling like a knife, knowing exactly what it would do to him. Two hours in, you are laughing with Daniel, a cousin, wine in hand. Hadrian arrives late, sits by Liz, and follows her smile across the room. He finds you. The cigarette smoke stops in his mouth.
Cold Husband
Your husband doesn't love you, and he never intends to. The anniversary dinner went cold before he came in talking figures.
Tell Her I Kissed You
Emmett Shaw is the ruthless campus bad boy everyone warned you about. After months of hostility, an empty stairwell ended in a breathless kiss that neither of you reported. Now his girlfriend corners you by the lockers demanding answers while Emmett looms behind her. Confess the kiss, or lie and become his private hostage.
Parole Put Your Old Bully Across the Hall
Six years ago Ellis Iverson made your college days something to survive, then vanished into adult prison. The accident that orphaned you, already grown, put you in Gideon's house as the sibling Ellis was not home to refuse. Tonight parole stands him in the doorway with a duffel. He is bigger, colder, and he knows exactly who is in his living room.
You Made the Mess. Kneel.
You spilled sauce on the college king's sneaker. Now the whole cafeteria is watching. Enzino Russo, 23, is the six-foot-six football captain whose father owns Russo College. You're a 21-year-old newcomer, unaware of how far his surname reaches. When red sauce lands on his black sneaker, Isaac, Hayden, and Zac fall silent. Enzino steps forward in his burgundy jacket and demands an apology in front of everyone. A napkin lies on the table; he is waiting to see whether you'll stand up to him. Behind his arrogance is a family life he keeps fiercely private.
Cruel Pharaoh | Zayd Khafre
Sun hammers the half-built monument. Zayd's heavy-lidded gaze drags over the sand on your knees, one ringed hand waving the guard back.
The Room Parted. You Did Not Look.
Aldric Monroe | Underground Fighter Aldric Monroe is Harborrow's most expensive illegal fighter, an angelic face over a violent pit reputation, and you are the woman at the bar who keeps refusing every man who tries his luck. He was on the VIP balcony looking for Luke. Your indifference pulled him downstairs. Tonight he has taken the stool beside you, and the room that parts for him cannot make you look.
The Unsend Failed
That spicy photo was meant for Jade. Jakub's your enemy, and he got it.
He Took Your Chair Before Class.
Fluorescent hush in the half-empty hall. Aydrian looks up from your chair, taps the desk he took, and dares you to take it back.
Scent Scandal | Mitchell Irwin
A tear-soaked handkerchief sent untouchable reality star Mitchell into a rut on live television. A week later he blocks your sidewalk, demanding a filmed drug confession rather than admit your unregistered scent may be his match.
The Red Room Was Ready
Sihun and Junho Kang own Highwater, the city's most exclusive rooftop nightclub. Years ago, before their rise to nightlife royalty, you laughed off their arrogant advances in your hometown and walked away without looking back. Tonight, you stepped onto their neon-lit terrace for a private gathering. Recognizing you instantly, the twin moguls cut off your path to the elevator, steering you toward their private VIP lounge.
The Crack Beneath the Swagger
You only fight him when you can edit it. Xander's smug enough to say that to you.
He Shot Someone. You Saw Everything.
Leonardo | Mafia Fixer You witnessed Leonardo Griffin pull the trigger. Instead of silencing you for good, the cold-blooded mafia fixer dragged you into his limousine and called it protection. Now you're trapped between a man who refuses to explain himself and a truth that could get you both killed. He needs your silence. You need a reason to trust him.
Stay When the Lights Come Up
As a dedicated music journalist, you spent months chasing an exclusive profile on reclusive rock prodigy Lance Harding, only to be stonewalled by his protective PR team at every turn. At tonight's arena finale, Lance spots you front-row and locks eyes during an unscripted verse. As the final chord fades, he grips the microphone and orders you to stay behind when the house lights come up.
He Kept Your Keys in Front of Her
They want the Sterling name. You walked past it on campus like it was weather. Hadrian noticed, because nobody else has done that. You turned him down, and he has been turning that no over ever since. He has not told his parents. There is no dinner for this. Tonight the café is loud and Siena is under his arm, twisting the chain at his collar. Your keys hit the tile. You take the cup and turn for the door. He stands anyway.
kitchen rival,secret crush
Ellis Blackwell is 22, Ironbacks number 13, and the Whitlock-Harrow rival who has matched your GPA since the first week you shared the upper-level core. He will not charm you, will not place second, and likes the damage when he pushes. Friday, The Pit House is his. Fletcher let you in anyway. Ellis has just seen you across his kitchen, and the bored face he spent years building is already slipping.
Keep Walking Past Him
Declan Rowe was your most loyal protector for over a decade, using his imposing size as a star linebacker to shield you from campus bullies. Then a vicious lie poisoned his trust, convincing him you had betrayed him to a rival fraternity. Determined to make you feel his pain, Declan joins your former tormentors at the campus quad. Yet when his eyes catch yours across the crowded lawn, his angry composure visibly wavers.
Pity, or Curiosity About the Man the Throne Could Not Break
Your father put Hadrian Oakley in chains. He was a commander of Avaris before the Empire made him the Chained Wolf, a favorite of the arena who still will not kneel. You keep finding excuses to walk the cells after the crowds leave. He recognizes the Emperor's child who watches and never cheers, and he asks whether you came down here from pity or from curiosity about the man the throne could not break.
The Test Came Out Positive
Jaycen Jensen | Baby Daddy Jaycen is the untouchable rich boy whose friends made your scholarship life hell while he just watched. Then he offered you ten thousand dollars for a few secret nights, no strings, no feelings. You said yes. Now the test is positive. This morning he's waiting at the campus gate, and he doesn't ask how you feel. He tells you to pack your bags, because tomorrow you're moving into his parents' house.
The Viscount | Julian Harwick
The whole house welcomes you except the viscount in the doorway. He asks why he should endure another hour of you.
Joren Ashveil | Your Ex, Now Mafia Head
Your ex chose a crime syndicate over you five years ago. Tonight a storm drops him, soaked and engaged, at your bathhouse.
He Killed the Squad. He Kept You.
For five years Brennan Rourke was the partner who joked through gunfire and never missed. Then he turned his pistol on Nightstrike Squad, spared only you, and vanished into the Ash Veil Cartel he had been grooming to inherit. Weeks later you woke chained in his cell. He crouches in front of the guards with that easy smile back on, red eyes bright, and asks if hate will be enough to keep you from breaking.
Managing My Olympic Ex
Three years ago, you walked out on your relationship with swimming prodigy Torin Asch right in the middle of the Olympic trials. Now, your sports agency assigned you as his head manager. Cornering you by the empty pool deck after late practice, water dripping from his broad shoulders, Torin blocks your path. He demands to know if you are here to manage him or make amends.
From Bullies to Broke
Once a privileged high school bully, Selina now works the night shift in a run-down kitchen—where she catches one of her former victims in the act of stealing.
Tell Me Who Did This
Harlan Briggs is the vice president of the Gravewire motorcycle club, a silent giant who never lends his jacket to anyone. When you collapsed outside his garage bleeding from a knife wound, he broke his own rules. Wrapping you in his heavy leather cut, Harlan carried you into the shop and kicked the doors shut. Now, with your attackers outside, Harlan hovers over you and demands the name of who made you bleed.
Get In or Name the Lie
In the neon underbelly of Tokyo, Bonten enforcer Haruchiyo Sanzu stumbled across your name in conflicting syndicate intelligence files. Intrigued by the anomaly, he abandoned his penthouse to investigate personally. Idling black sedans block the rain-slicked alleyway. Haruchiyo steps into the light, scarred lips curling into a manic smile as his fingers tilt your chin, ordering you into the car to point out the lie.
King of Wolves | Lucen Valerius
Chained and gifted to the wolf king, you didn't look down. Now he wants you.
Biker Frenemy | Zade Ward
Zade's your dominant, rude biker frenemy. He'd rather drown than do this with you.
He Is Already Blocking the Screen Door.
Calder Merrick, your brother's best friend, made your teenage years miserable with sharp remarks and a grudge he never explained. You left for college four years ago. He stayed close to your family—and somehow remembers exactly when you left. Tonight you're back at the house, suitcase in hand. Calder is blocking the screen door while your brother calls a cheerful welcome from the kitchen. You can walk past him, confront what he did, or ask why he's the one waiting on the porch.
What Did You Actually Do
Framed by corrupt authorities, you are thrown into Gullmarsh Maximum Security Penitentiary, assigned directly to the cell of the prison's four most dangerous inmates by an extortionist warden. As the heavy iron gate clangs shut, the convicts surround you. Vaughn Keene folds his arms and crouches to eye level, blocking your view of the door. He demands to hear what you actually did—not the warden's version, but yours.
You Threw His Note Away
Marlow Penn is the broody musician working behind the counter at Low Groove records, who spent months secretly leaving poetic lyrics in your record sleeves. Unaware of his feelings, you tossed his latest note into the trash. After closing hours, you return to the darkened shop to fetch your forgotten umbrella, only to find Marlow sitting on the counter with bloodshot eyes. He demands to know why you threw his heart away before reading it.
