Talegate

Rick adjusted his cufflinks in the mirror, watching the reflection of his wife, Judy, as she laughed over the phone. Jaime—her best friend, her confidante. But Rick knew better now. He knew every lie, every whisper, every secret exchanged between them. Later, he found himself seated in the dimly lit study, swirling a glass of […]

A romance novel.A tale so serendipitous, so intricately woven into fate’s fabric, that even the most skeptical hearts would concede—it was meant to be. They had met as toddlers, though they wouldn’t realize it until years later.Both their fathers worked for the government of Ather; Margo’s father, Omari Kane, was a renowned surgeon with the

The Mensah-Dadzie family was a household of success and secrets. Mr. Mensah-Dadzie had built his empire from nothing, raising four sons: Ekow, the esteemed pharmacist; Nana Kosi, the brilliant doctor; Fiifi, the black sheep who refused to follow the traditional path; and Papa Kojo, the unexpected last child, born when their mother was nearly fifty.

You ever have one of those moments where life hits you with a plot twist so wild, you start questioning if you’re actually living in some poorly written sitcom? Like, you’re just minding your business, trying to adult, and BAM—life drops a grenade in your lap and says, “Good luck with this one, champ!” Well,

It started with a missing town. A journalist’s dream, really—mystery, intrigue, and the kind of story that could finally get my editor to stop looking at me like I was the human equivalent of unsalted crackers. That’s how I, Kitt Remington—award-winning (once, in college) investigative journalist—found myself staring at an old, dog-eared map with a

The Perfectly Imperfect Family Let me take you on a journey to the quaint, gossip-fueled town of Spinster, population: less than four thousand, where everyone knows everyone, and secrets are as rare as a quiet day at a toddler’s birthday party. Let’s start with the basics. My name is Dr. Pattern Rothwilles-Berrycloth, I am better

Detective Riley Snow was not a morning person. Coffee first, crime second—that was her motto. But when a call came in about a murder at 7:32 a.m., she knew her caffeine dreams would have to wait. The victim: billionaire tech mogul, Leo Tormund. The prime suspect: Leo’s former business partner, Felix Parker, a man with

The first time I saw him, I was eleven years old, and he was fifteen. It was one of those moments that felt like the universe had paused just for me. He was standing in the schoolyard, laughing with his friends, his dark hair catching the sunlight like a halo. I was in the fifth

Alice and Ella had been friends for what felt like forever—though if you asked them how they met, you’d get vague smiles and a quick subject change. They came from different worlds but bonded over their love for knowledge, their shared fate as middle children, and the unspoken struggle of being the only girls in