




The garden behind Ravencrest Manor was designed to look like peace. Every hedge cut into obedience. Every rose trained to…

The city loved routine. It loved predictable mornings where people streamed out of glass buildings holding coffee and deadlines, where…

On the kind of morning that made cities look innocent, Adrien Cole stepped out of his flagship bakery carrying guilt…




The morning was bright, but the brightness had teeth. A clean winter sun hung over the city’s financial district, shining…

The morning sun poured through the glass walls of Harrington Corporate Tower, turning every polished surface into a sheet of…



The sun did not simply shine that afternoon. It pressed. It pressed down on the city like a heavy palm,…


The air inside La Rosa Dorada smelled like expensive perfume and melted wax—white candles trembling in crystal holders, casting soft…

Emily Hart had spent five years doing the kind of work people applauded in public and ignored in practice. She…

It was my father’s footsteps—heavy, sharp, deliberate—coming down the hallway like a judge dragging a sentence behind him. You could…

She was bargaining. Her voice was raw from the cold, her breath puffing out in tiny clouds as the wind…