The Mist Novels & Stories

My husband had a severe addiction for physical intimacy. However, in the seven years of our marriage, he never touched me, not even once. To suppress his urges, he soaked himself in bone-chilling ice water every night. His arms were covered in needle marks from constant injections. It broke my heart to see him like that. I offered myself to him many times, but he insisted on simply giving me a restrained kiss on the forehead before saying, “Don’t be silly, Summer. I’m not like those animals. How could I ever bear to hurt you? For you, I’d gladly live the rest of my life in a platonic marriage.” This strange, almost obsessive restraint of his lasted seven years. Despite the numerous times he pushed himself far enough to end up hospitalized, he still refused to cross that line. Then, on our wedding anniversary, a young woman named Anna Brandt came in for her ninth hymen restoration surgery. After the anesthetic was administered, her cheeks flushed red. As her mind grew hazy, she started crying weakly like a lost kitten. Looking at the love bites scattered across her body, I shook my head and assumed she was just another girl who had gone astray. That was until I heard her last tearful whisper. “John Shaw, you jerk.” My hand trembled and I nearly dropped the scalpel. Because my husband’s name also was John Shaw.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mist inquired. Carnation bit her bottom lip and looked down at the papers she was holding. "You can't back out once you sign the contract." She remained silent, so Mist spoke up again, "think about it twice." "It's still possible to quit," Mist suggested. She shook her head repeatedly. "No. . . I've made up my mind." "You're pretty desperate, aren't you?" "My family is in serious debt, and this is the only way I can pay it off." "You're so lovely. You don't belong here. But what options do I have? People like you are exactly what our business requires. Desperate women willing to cling to a knife's edge." Carnation placed the paper on the wooden table. She took a deep breath and quickly signed the contract before returning it to Mist. With a melancholy look, the woman accepted the contract and said, "you can no longer revoke what you have already signed. From today, you are now Mr. Lust's property." Carnation's heart was torn apart by the news. She traded her freedom and pride for the sake of money. When Carnation's father was admitted to the hospital after being diagnosed with lypmhoma. Their family's small business went bankrupt. Carnation had to drop out of college and work to support her family. In serious depth, she had no choice but to work in Casa de Lujuria, an exclusive nightclub owned by Luca Lindenhurst, a Seven Sins Association member.

[Triple Avatars] [Alchemist] [Psychic] [Colossal Beasts] [Grand World-Building] [Decisive and Ruthless] [Invincible-Style] In the vast, boundless Astral Realm, the branches and leaves of the World Tree can shroud countless planes. The fear of the Nightmare Deities spreads like a creeping mist, while the radiance of the Magic Pioneers illuminates all known space and time… The conflict between the Old Gods and the New Gods! The clash of Technology and Magic!

Set up and accused of the murder of the Alpha of Gray Mist pack, Sabrina is locked up and bullied by her own lover, the son of the Alpha. With failed intentions of executing her, which he was incapable of, he offers her as a peace offering to the rampaging dark lord. What happens when Charde realizes that the person he had just used as a peace offering was his mate and carried a baby in her womb? Can he fight the dark lord who had already taken custody of Sabrina? Even so, will she be willing to return to a bully who made her life miserable?

In the fifth year of being married to Rick Duncan, I burned down our house. "Wendy Frost, don't think I'll forgive you so easily. I will never love you!" shouted Rick. I sat by the window and looked at him. "You'll regret this, Rick." The next second, a cloud of red mist appeared from the ground. I was left lying in a pool of blood. I suddenly opened my eyes... I was reborn. Three months later, Rick made a call late at night during the day of his wedding with Jennifer Frost. He was sobbing. "Mindy, I regret my decision."

HUNCHING my shoulders against the cold, I watched my breath mist out in front of me. It was either that or head into the convenience store opposite and grab some cigs, which I couldn’t do. Ma’d already threatened to lop off my head if she caught me stinking of smoke, and while I wasn’t averse to a clipped ear, what with being twenty, I didn’t give much of a anymore. My wrist was , thanks to how many times Da had broken it, and I’d been shot at twice. I could cope with her pulling on my ear like it was stuck on with Velcro. Dealing with Mariska’s repugnance, however, was another matter entirely.

When mortal outcast Mira Thorn is dragged into the Court of Shadows and forced to compete in deadly magical trials, survival isn’t just a dream — it’s rebellion. With the power of ancient Soul Magic awakening in her blood and a High Lord who looks at her like she might shatter him, Mira refuses to bow. As her enemies close in and a brutal magic war brews, Mira must choose: burn for power, or rise for love. In a world of bloodthirsty witches, dark mist, forbidden spells, and seductive kings, only one thing is certain — She’ll either change the world or bring it to its knees. The SoulBorn Queen is a seductive fantasy romance packed with steamy tension, fierce magic, and a heroine who refuses to break.

Note: Trigger Warning - Contains themes of bullying, abuse, and explicit scenes. Flora Evers, a wolfless woman in the White Wood pack, stands out for not having the ability to shift into a wolf. On her 18th birthday, a twist of fate binds her to Alpha Bryan, her childhood friend. However, he cruelly rejects her for her inability to shift, demanding she leave the Pack. Fate takes a harsher turn when rogues capture her and offer her to slave traders. Just as she faces a grim future, alluring gray eyes lock onto hers from the auction crowd. Alpha Ryker Enger of the Black Mist Pack, a captivating enigma, rescues her, and fate ignites another mate bond. Torn between past wounds and potential love, will Flora embrace her destiny with Ryker or push it?

"I can't tell what is real and what is a dream," I murmur, looking up to his silver eyes, glistening mist swirling within his irises. "But I know I can't hold myself back from you any longer. Luella has been having the same dreams every night involving two silver eyed men, who remain elusive during the day, but come alive from the shadows by night. After visiting a therapist who tips Luella off on what could be the cause of these dreams, the start to become more frequent, to the point she can no long tell the difference between dream and reality. Who are these silver eyed men? One wants her desperately until he doesn't, while the other is always there when she needs him, until he is not. That is, until she swears she is seeing them in her waking life. And suddenly, her dreams might just be coming to life.

Winter, 2025. Seattle is shrouded in the cold mist of its endless rainy season. For the sake of a single recommendation letter to Stanford, Catherine Hale—a destitute but proud art student—knocks on the doors of the Highlands Manor to return a restored Song Dynasty porcelain. She intends to leave as quickly as she came, but instead stumbles into the world of William Sterling, the young, enigmatic patriarch of an old and powerful family. Cold, noble, and unfathomable, William draws her into a game of testing and maneuvering that plays out in the cracks between social class and self-esteem. From their first meeting on a rainy night to a silent rescue amidst the vanity fair of high society, Catherine fights to escape a glittering vortex she doesn't belong to, only to find herself falling step by step into William's gentle trap, lingering with the scent of cold cedar. In this rain-soaked city, a forbidden attraction blooms across the divide, unaware that fate has already secretly marked the price of its gifts.