I watched my childhood best friend tumble down the stairs. His leg twisted wrong. Blood pooling around him. "Zayn! Zayn!" My voice broke as I raced to him, hands shaking. His eyes fluttered open. "Why... why did you do it? I trusted you." His words shattered me. But my phone buzzed in my pocket. One text: *Kill him. Or we kill you.* I chose. I called an ambulance... and I ran. **1 year later.** Louis Hamilton is back. Broken. Haunted. And hunted. But the truth is about to come out. And this time, no one's running.

Smash... You don't smash... Touch me like that. Blood splattered from his face as he grunted. I dipped my hands in it and smeared it on my face. My name is Louis. An Omega. A Psycho. I breathe chaos and I love making people shiver. I hit an Alpha's sister and left her to die. Now Leo, the Alpha of Moon River Pack, wants revenge. He kidnapped me. Tortured me. Claimed me. The line between revenge and love blurred. As if one possessive Alpha wasn't enough... I found out I’m mated to THREE more. Bryan. Zayn. Zade. Four dominant Alphas. One psycho Omega. They want to cage me. Knot me. Claim me. The Organization wants my blood to build an army. And I don't want to be tied down to any of them. But the bond burns. And my blood is the key to their downfall. 4 Alphas. 1 Psycho. Who will break first? ```

Três MesesTrês meses. É tudo o que me resta.Meu nome é Louis Hamilton.Sou o filho mais novo. O “queridinho” da família. O garoto que faz todo mundo rir durante o jantar, que brinca com os amigos e sorri sempre que a mamãe pergunta se está tudo bem comigo.Eu sempre digo que sim.Porque como você diz às pessoas que ama que está morrendo?Em casa, a mamãe cozinha comida demais. O papai ainda rouba beijos dela quando acha que ninguém está olhando. Bryan age como se fosse dono da casa inteira, enquanto Jake e Jade brigam por praticamente tudo.É barulhento. É caótico.É o meu lar.E o meu tempo está acabando.As enxaquecas estão piorando. As dores estão ficando cada vez mais difíceis de esconder. E as palavras do médico continuam ecoando na minha cabeça:Três meses.Noventa dias.É tudo o que me resta.Então tomo uma decisão.Não vou passar o tempo que me resta observando minha família me ver morrer.Vou fazê-los rir. Vou criar memórias. Vou viver o suficiente por todos os dias que nunca mais terei.E talvez, se eu for corajoso o bastante, deixe algo para trás — algo ao qual eles possam se agarrar quando eu não estiver mais aqui.Este é o meu diário.O diário de um garoto que morreu…mas se recusou a parar de viver.

"Host! Host! Host!"* The system screamed in my face. I flinched. "What do you want?""Trial complete. Choose now: return to your world... or stay here with your soulmates."Soulmates. The two villains who tortured me. Scarred me. Nearly killed me. Zade never asked to transmigrate. After his accident, he woke up inside a novel with one mission: save Tobias and Kade Mitchell. The problem? They’re his soulmates. And they hate him.Now the organization pulling the strings wants him dead. His soulmates want him broken. And going home means leaving them to die. So what does he choose?

"Mom, why does loving someone hurt this much?" I watched Dave propose to Luka, his soulmate. Like it didn’t hurt him at all. My heart was bleeding. I fell in love with my best friend. And my heart broke when he found his soulmate. Now I have a soulmate too. Tobias. But he doesn’t believe in soulmates. And he wants nothing to do with me. Now Dave wants to rekindle the past. And Tobias is starting to care. Who do I choose? The ghost of my past... Or the angel I just met?

I stood at the edge of the stairs, watching the boy I loved fall. His scream ripped through the house and carved itself into me. At the bottom, he lay broken. One leg bent wrong. And in my head, his last words kept playing on loop: _“I trust you with my life.”_ The text was still burning behind my eyes: _“Push him. Or I kill him. Choose.”_ I chose. God help me, I chose.---*A few hours earlier*Zayn crashed into my room like he always did — loud, careless, mine. Half his hoodies on my floor. Half my secrets in his mouth. “Why’d you make me come alone?” he asked, eyes narrowing. “Because I have a surprise for you,” I lied, and my voice didn’t even shake. “You can leave if you don’t want it.”“This isn’t you, Louis.” He stepped closer. “I can feel it. Something’s wrong.”“Detective Zayn,” I smiled, and it tasted like goodbye. “Come on. Let me show you.”At the top of the stairs, I stopped. My heart was a traitor in my chest.“Do you trust me?” He didn’t hesitate. “With my life.”That was the problem. “I need to blindfold you,” I whispered. “For the surprise.”“Forward a little,” I said, guiding him. My hands were ice on his back. “I’m sorry,” I breathed. “For what—” And I pushed.---*Now*I’m running. Clothes shoved in a bag. Blood on my conscience. But I called 911 first. Because I’d rather live with this guilt than live in a world without him in it.This is how it all went down