Who Is The Author Of The Last Sovereign?

“Tell me, Thalia, does it hurt to be cast aside, thrown to the wolves?” I laughed harshly, “Is this what it feels like? To be nothing? To be forgotten?” “Ronan… please…” Her voice was so soft, so broken that it almost made me feel sympathy for her, but in an instant, I crushed that emotion. I couldn’t allow her tears to sway me. “Don’t you dare cry,” I spat. “Save your pathetic, fake tears. They mean nothing to me now, just like you should have meant nothing to me then.” Thalia Sinclair was once a respected Luna, but her life fell apart when her mate rejected her and sold her to the cruel Rogue Sovereign. Forced to toughen up, she learned to survive alone, with no one to trust. Ronan Kane has waited for the moment to make Thalia pay for the hurt she caused him. But when their paths cross again, anger and pain mix with something neither of them can deny. Can they overcome their broken pasts, or will their scars keep them apart forever? Betrayal cuts deep. Vengeance burns hotter. Love is the deadliest weapon of all.

"Don't move," he trailed his kisses to my neck after saying it, his hands were grasping my hands, entwining his fingers with mine, putting them above my head. His woodsy scent of cologne invades my senses and I was aroused by the simple fact that his weight was slightly crushing me. ***** When a famous author keeps on receiving emails from his stalker, his agent says to let it go. She says it's good for his popularity. But when the stalker gets too close, will he run and call the police for help? Is it a thriller? Is it a comedy? Is it steamy romance? or... is it just a disaster waiting to happen? ***** Add the book to your library, read and find out as another townie gets his spotlight and hopefully his happy ever after 😘 ***** Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*

On the night Uriah Parker married another woman, Irina Charlton trashed the home they had shared for eight years.

Stephen was getting hit by a shoe in the morning by his mother and his father shouting at him "When were you planning to tell us that you are engaged to this girl" "I told you I don't even know her, I met her yesterday while was on my way to work" "Excuse me you propose to me when I saved you from drowning 13 years ago," said Antonia "What?!? When did you drown?!?" said Eliza, Stephen's mother "look woman you got the wrong person," said Stephen frustratedly "Aren't you Stephen Brown?" "Yes" "And your 22 years old and your birthdate is March 16, am I right?" "Yes" "And you went to Vermont primary school in Vermont" "Yes" "Well, I don't think I got the wrong person, you are my fiancé" ‘Who is this girl? where did she come from? how did she know all these informations about me? and it seems like she knows even more than that. Why is this happening to me? It's too dang early for this’ thought Stephen

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

The Space Station was their home. Now, it's their coffin... and the world's most expensive weapon. The International Space Station (ISS), a decades-long monument to human collaboration, has been given a death sentence. In just 60 days, it will be plunged into the deepest, loneliest part of the Pacific Ocean: Point Nemo. Aboard the aging station, Dr. Elara Vance and her crew desperately need 90 more days to complete their life-saving project—a revolutionary cure for the global water crisis. But their pleas are dismissed by the ruthless CEO, Director Cyrus Thorne. Elara discovers the terrifying truth: Thorne isn't just retiring the station; he's weaponizing it. The forced crash is a calculated act of sabotage, set at a catastrophically steep angle to guarantee the total destruction of all evidence, including their project and their crew. Worse, the crash is targeting an impossible, surgically precise coordinate at Point Nemo—the cover-up for a dark, unknown purpose. Faced with this betrayal, Elara and her crew initiate a mutiny, launching the Ghost Orbit protocol to hijack the station and boost its altitude. Thorne immediately retaliates, seizing control from Earth and accelerating the crash sequence to ensure the astronauts die on schedule. In a terrifying, high-stakes battle, the crew fights the forces of Earth while their habitat breaks apart. They fail to save the station, but in a final, harrowing sacrifice, they jettison a heavily reinforced escape pod, surviving the catastrophic plunge. Now stranded, silent, and presumed dead in the remotest corner of the world, these "ghosts" have only one mission left: expose Thorne’s conspiracy and deliver the truth before the secret of Point Nemo is buried forever.