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17 year old Skylar Cross had plans. Once her brother Emmett and her graduated high school, they were going to run away from their pack. Their plan is to run an automotive shop they had slowing been building over the years. Their father, Alpha of the Silver Mountain pack, was a cruel leader and an even crueler father. Skylar was the youngest of the four siblings and regarded as a back-up for her sister, just as her brother was a backup for their eldest brother. When she finds out her father is going to sell her to another Alpha, she speeds up her escape plan. Leaving her pack behind before she graduates, Skylar starts a new life, running the shop alone. However, it doesn’t quite go as planned when the Alpha of the local pack she’s living next to takes an interest in her. Skylar, who can’t see herself in another pack, let alone near another Alpha, has to navigate this new relationship that’s been upon her. Between long lost family, an overprotective retired Alpha, his son, and dodging mate bonds, all she wants to do is focus on her dream she’s worked so hard to build. Not to mention, her father is on the hunt for her to bring her to the pack she’s been sold to.

To repay his master’s kindness, Cyrus was forced to get married. But to his surprise, his wife is a beautiful female CEO, and she offered him thirty million dollars as a wedding gift…

Love For The Wicked Book One. Devin, a stereotypical playboy billionaire, wears a ruthless CEO’s charade. Life was perfect for him that way until he realized he had a gem in his office all this time. Innocent, kind, and compassionate Ren never thought she’d fall in love with her boss a.k.a. the Devil. The same man who made her life miserable for three excruciating long years. Love made their opposite worlds collide. Love surpassed the walls Devin and Ren surrounded their hearts. When obstacles arise, will love be enough to let forgiveness in? Can love mend the rift that is caused by the same passion that pulled them together? ~~ “Ren! Wait!” Devin’s strode was huge enough to reach me before I could walk away from the mansion. The dawn was slowly breaking, boasting its beauty in my face as Devin wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Please, let’s talk this through.” “I have to go...” to get as far away as possible from you. He buried his face in my hair and whispered, “don’t leave me, please… I love you.” ~~ [Mature Content] Cover by DobolyuV

“Sin dumme-maranii. Maran dumme-Sinia.” All Sins are humans; all humans are Sins. The king’s curse made it impossible to detect a Sin’s existence. One cannot be born as a Sin and a Sin cannot give birth to a Sin. It cannot be controlled by anyone nor anything. Only fate will determine. The moment all Sins turned to ash, stories and theories about them spread like wild fire. Through the mist of misleading plots and opinions, only a few people truthfully know what really happed at that moment. Twenty years after the king passed, a young man was able to find out that he was a Sin. He claims to be the reincarnation of the late king as he had visions of the past. Relying on his instincts and trusting his visions, he travelled the world in search of Sins like him to resurrect the wrecked honor of the fallen angels. He was able to find some and that’s when the new era of reborn Sins began. The young man became the new king of Sins. Together, they searched for Sins all over the world and began to form a new union that will protect and guide Sins to be able to live alongside humans. The cycle went on until another tragedy occurred which disintegrated the foundations of the union. Twenty years from the present, the king was rumored to be killed by an alliance that were in charge of capturing Sins for experimentation. To this day, Sins are in hiding. Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. 

My first reaction when I encountered the landslide was not to run, but to immediately call Ethan. After all, Ethan always nagged at me, and I can almost hear him saying, "You can't do anything right; I always have to come to help." The phone rang for ages before it finally connected, and by then, the landslide had knocked me to the ground. "Yes? What is with you? Calling eight hundred times a day… Don't you ever get tired of it? I told you I'm working; I don't have time. "Hello? If you're not going to say anything, I'm hanging up. I've got other things to do." Beep, beep! Before I could say a word, Ethan impatiently scolded me. Typical. That had been Ethan Lang's attitude five years into our marriage. He might not have to put up with me anymore after this, though, because I might never see him again......

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.