How Is The City God Worshipped In Temples?

On the night of her birthday, she left because she had overheard Benjamin and his friends, including Ray planning to gang rape her. She didn't want that to happen to her, so she fled and ran into the forest and there she ran into Ryan King, alpha of the North Pack. It was love at first sight. They both fell in love, and that was the beginning of a beautiful love story. However, unlike every love story, theirs included pain, envy, heartbreak, hurt, deceit and many other vices against their purest intentions. Will their love be able to stand the test of time? Will the issues they had in the past break them up for good or make them stronger? Will Marina ever find out who killed the only woman she called mother? Will Rawland and Benjamin find peace knowing that the person who they thought was responsible for the death of their wife and mother is dining with the enemy? Will Ryan King and Marina live happily ever after?

One city. One moon. Three ways to lose your heart—and your life. Maya is caught in the crosshairs of a supernatural underworld she never asked to join. Her heart is tied to a man who represents everything she should fear. He’s her best friend’s father, watching her with a hunger that isn't just paternal. He’s her stepbrother, making the house they share feel like a cage. He’s her sister’s mate, bound by blood to another but tethered to Maya by desire. He is a wolf. He is a predator. And he has chosen her. As the full moon approaches, the secrets of the city begin to bleed out. Maya must choose between the safety of the world she knows and the intoxicating, lethal heat of the pack. The streets are calling. Will she run from the howl, or will she join the hunt?

Cassandra is moving to a new city to work as a personal assistant to a billionaire. She can't wait to start her new job and meet her enigmatic new boss. Life couldn't be better for her, a new job, a new environment, and more money than she could ever spend. Little does she know that her billionaire boss is more than he appears and the journey to figuring out his secrets will be one filled with danger, desire, fear, and everything in between. Follow Cassandra's journey in Goldsville where everything she has ever known is challenged and she finds a new world hidden in plain sight.

He’s my dad’s best friend. Twice my age and Off-limits in every possible way. But when I walked into his mansion at midnight, dressed to tease, I knew I wouldn’t leave untouched. Veeraj Kapoor doesn’t play nice. He’s ruthless, dominant, and filthy with his words. One night, he ruined my virginity and now, he makes me count every thrust, beg for permission to come, and thank him for using me. I should hate it, I should run. Instead, I spread my legs wider. Because the truth is.. I love the way he degrades me. I crave the way he owns me and I know this isn’t just lust-this is obsession. But how long before my father finds out his best friend is turning me into a desperate little slut behind closed doors?

Aanchal is a girl who has started her life in the new city. city of dream, love, Aspiration-Mumbai after completion of her high school. The new city has a lot in store for her-New friends, college, love and lots more. Enjoy this college drama with me.

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.