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The last thing that I saw, before all that darkness had consumed me, before everything turned to a deep hole of nothingness and a raging fire. Was the spread of bone wings, torn at the end, like the world had rejected it's ever existence. And i was just a host to fill up that nothingness derived into a whole pit of darkness. After a life threatening incident, Dianna Keith discovers her life has taken a huge turn over that could destroy everything she's believed and dreamed of. As the story goes by a fiery spirited girl , she realizes she can never have the life she used to have before. Not when there was a tormenting darkness inside of her. Not when she was possessed by the ruler of hell.

"Host me for a night" is a heartwarming and emotional novel that follows the journey of a woman named Samantha who is struggling to pick up the pieces of her life after her marriage falls apart. In her desperation to find a new home, Samantha turns to the kindness of strangers through an online platform that connects people willing to host others for a night. As she navigates through the various homes she stays in, Samantha learns valuable lessons about trust, forgiveness, and the resilience of the human spirit. Along the way, she forms deep connections with the people she meets, from a kind elderly couple to a single father struggling to balance work and parenthood. Through the ups and downs of her journey, Samantha begins to rediscover herself and her passions, and finds the strength to move forward and create a new life for herself and her children. "Host me for a night" is a story about the power of human connection, the importance of community, and the beauty that can be found in unexpected places.

Synopsis Something strange was happening in the werewolf kingdom. The humans finally knew the werewolves weakness. The wolves are forced to leave their home or face death. Will they be able to leave their home or will they be caught? Find out in this story. Except from story. "She is beautiful..." "yes, she is." "Fredrick, let's call her Isla." "Is that what you want to name her? You know that as long as you are happy, I'm happy too." "Yes. Her name will be princess Isla."

Note: *This is not a horror story!* --- Olivia Jillian Hunters has it all— beauty, body, brain, money, friends, the perfect boyfriend that every girl wanted, and the haters, of course. But because of a broken heart from knowing that her boyfriend has been cheating on her with Sydney Roswell, her long-time enemy, OJ got into an accident that caused her to be in a coma. She woke up one day and knew that she was not in her body... not even near. She is now a ghost. When OJ overheard that her physical body is living with a machine for life-support and will not go for long, she panicked as she doesn't know how to stop her parents from letting her die. In searching for help, she found herself wandering in the academy and learned that Sydney is the only one who can see and hear her. Will she ever ask for help from the girl who she hates and hates her back even more? #this is a story of love and hate between two girls

An abused little girl whose life has been too hard on her, but that won't last for long. A little brat but not for long either, there would be someone to tame her. She never thought she could be her authentic self, a little, brat, someone to be loved until him, who could fall for her? A hacker, a mafia member, a part of the family But he's also a daddy, her brother's best friend, and he's not someone to be messed with, and he wants her to be his, with all her traumas and trust issues. This is their story.

My husband's adopted sister invited me out to dinner, and while we were eating, disaster struck—a violent earthquake shook the ground beneath us. My husband, a firefighter, rushed to the scene as quickly as he could. But fate had a cruel plan for us. We were trapped beneath a massive boulder, unable to move, and the rescuers could only save one of us. He made his choice. He chose her—the adopted sister who had always been frail and sickly—over me, his wife, who was five months pregnant with his child. I begged him, pleaded with him to save me. But he turned his back on me. The boulder pressed harder, and I felt the sickening crack of my arm breaking. He didn't even flinch. "Alice has always been weak," he said coldly. "If I leave her here, she'll die." But when I died, he lost his mind.