How Does 1900; Or, The Last President End?

Grace Anderson is a striking young lady with a no-nonsense and inimical attitude. She barely smiles or laughs, the feeling of pure happiness has been rare to her. She has acquired so many scars and life has thought her a very valuable lesson about trust. Dean Ryan is a good looking young man with a sanguine personality. He always has a smile on his face and never fails to spread his cheerful spirit. On Grace's first day of college, the two meet in an unusual way when Dean almost runs her over with his car in front of an ice cream stand. Although the two are opposites, a friendship forms between them and as time passes by and they begin to learn a lot about each other, Grace finds herself indeed trusting him. Dean was in love with her. He loved everything about her. Every. Single. Flaw. He loved the way she always bit her lip. He loved the way his name rolled out of her mouth. He loved the way her hand fit in his like they were made for each other. He loved how much she loved ice cream. He loved how passionate she was about poetry. One could say he was obsessed. But love has to have a little bit of obsession to it, right? It wasn't all smiles and roses with both of them but the love they had for one another was reason enough to see past anything. But as every love story has a beginning, so it does an ending.

“True love stories never have endings.” Dean said softly. “Richard Bach.” I nodded. “You taught me that quote the night I kissed you for the first time.” He continued, his fingers weaving through loose hair around my face. “And I held on to that every day since.”

Lydia Zander had once been the quiet, obedient wife—trapped in a cold, loveless marriage with Clinton, a man who only married her to honor his grandfather’s dying wish. She loved him deeply, blindly, but that love was repaid with cruelty—not just from Clinton, but from his entire family. For years, she endured their scorn in silence… until the day Clinton coldly handed her divorce papers. What no one knew—not her husband, not his family—was that Lydia Zander was no ordinary woman. They thought she was a nobody, a girl from the slums who should be grateful for scraps. They were dead wrong. When Clinton cast her aside to make room for his mistress, Kelly, he expected Lydia to return —broken, begging on her knees, desperate for his attention. She did return. But not the way he imagined. She came back draped in power —no longer the timid wife they once belittled, but a force they never saw coming. Lydia Zander, it turned out, was the secret daughter of the nation’s president… and the largest shareholder in Clinton’s very own company. The tables didn’t just turn—they flipped violently. And who was the one on his knees now? Yes, you guessed it right. Clinton! But this time, Lydia held the power—and she wasn’t interested in mercy. Want to know what she did next? Keep reading. The real game has just begun.

Lara is a prisoner, she will meet Mark in a hard situation, what will happen?? Both of them are completely devoted to each other...

Zaire Gibson spent years hating Sebastian Burkhart - the arrogant, charming captain of Milton Academy's football team. Their rivalry has always been explosive, from locker-room brawls to public fights that nearly got them suspended. But beneath Zaire's fury lies something he refuses to name... something that scares him more than losing a game. Sebastian, on the other hand, knows exactly what he feels, and it's killing him. He's been in love with Zaire for years, forced to hide it behind smirks, taunts, and bruised knuckles. Every fight, every insult, every stolen glance only pulls him deeper into the boy who will never love him back. But when one charged night tears the line between enemies and something else entirely, both boys are forced to face the truth: maybe what's between them was never hate at all.

When vampires attack the border, my mate's childhood female friend and I both end up trapped in the camp. My mate, Damon Aldridge, shifts into his wolf form and rescues her without a second thought, leaving me alone to face the flames and vampire assault. The next day, I submit a request to the council of elders to sever our mate bond. Damon shows up with a stormy expression, demanding, "You have a priestess bloodline. You can heal yourself. Lydia's more fragile, so I rescued her first. Are you seriously jealous over this?" I meet his eyes calmly. "Yes, but none of that matters anymore."