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Detective Catharine Maximo whose sister also disappeared, came looking for the mastermind behind this mystery. Every year a girl would be found missing. She's been wanting to solve this and find out the culprit for months. Recently, a corpse was found. It was evident that the victim was brutally murdered. She digs information. But could she ever find her sister alive by then? What is the cost of solving the mystery of-- Eency Weency?

My husband, Garrett Kachmar, vanished overseas with his ex, Linda Sharpe. They left me with one thing—an illegitimate, screaming baby. Twenty years later, I posted that my "son" had passed his exams. He was joining the police force. That's when Garrett came back. With Linda. And a lawsuit. At the plaintiff's table, Linda looked polished—soft makeup, perfect posture. Her voice? Pure control. "After Garrett divorced, we got married and had a big, healthy boy. Jemma couldn't stand seeing us happy, so she stole our son. We searched for twenty years. She refuses to give him back. We're his biological parents. We have the right to take him." Garrett shot me a glare. "Jemma, just because you can't have kids doesn't mean you get to steal mine." The trial was livestreamed. The comments exploded. [Can't have your own kid so you steal one?] [You destroyed a family. Sick.] [Give him back to his real parents!] Then my "son" was called into the courtroom. And the whole room went dead quiet.

They are in love and they both have the same desire. To safeguard the lives of their respective families and the whole village. Raiden and Harriet are naturally born leaders and hunters. Werewolf hunters are what they're called. Trained to become cowboys and campers. They had their first kill at thirteen and they became addicted. Raiden served as a trainer, dedicated truck driver, and loyal to his advocacy as a werewolf hunter. An accident occurred and it changed him into a monster. How and why did it happen? He wasn't sure. The capture of him by the pack of wolves revealed his real color and origin. He was a half-blooded werewolf. He will soon become the strongest weapon to defeat the enemies. Now, he was confused about who the enemies were. The ones who raised, trained, and gave him much love or the group of new friends who look up to him as their future Alpha king?

Angelique Tudor had no recollection of her parents having spent her whole life living within a Pack that saw her as nothing more than a servant because she was a half-breed. She was found as a small child wandering alone in the forest, dirty and covered in blood, by an elderly Luna. She cared for her until the powerful, violent Alpha Bryn ripped their Pack to pieces and took over what was left. She was demoted from servant to slave and forced to work cooking and cleaning from early morning until late at night. Told regularly that she was ugly and worthless, it was not true. Underneath the shapeless tunic her body was developing the kind of curves that drove a male wild, with her wild, long chestnut curls and stunning, unusual golden eyes with their emerald green flecks. She was incredibly beautiful. Approaching her eighteenth birthday, unaware that her body's scent was changing and she was giving out pheromones that drew in a male wolf. Both the Alpha and his Beta began to make moves on her. It was time to get away, time to run. Alpha Lucien Pendragon was the Lycan King. He lived with his huge Pack, the Nottingham Blues, in Sherwood Forest. His Pack was the largest in the United Kingdom, maybe even the world. The Elders of his Pack told him he must find his mate. The Pack needed him to provide an Heir to provide continuity and stability. The Moon Goddess works in mysterious ways. Angelique had nothing to lose and everything to gain when she ran from her Pack straight into the secret Coven of American witches. Will these fated mates ever find each other? Perhaps when all the secrets are uncovered, and only truth remains, love can prevail.

The novel is mainly about the forgotten British poet/writer named C. J Richards who lived in Burma/Myanmar in colonial times and he believed himself as a Burmophile. He served as I.C.S (Indian Civil Servant) and when he retired from I.C.S service, he was a D.C (District Commissioner) and he left for England a year before Burma gained its independence in 1948. He came to Burma in 1920 to work in civil service after passing the hardest I.C.S examination. He wrote several books on Burma and contributed many monthly articles to Guardian Magazine published in Burma from 1953 to 1974 or 1975. Though he wrote several books which had much literary merit to both communities, Britain and Burma (Myanmar), people failed to recognize him. The story has two parts: one part is set in the contemporary Yangon (then called Rangoon) in 2016 context and a young literary enthusiast named “Lin” found out unexpectedly the forgotten writer’s poetry book and there is surely a good deal of time gap that led him into a quest to know more about the author’s life. The setting is quite different comparing to colonial Burma and independence Myanmar (Burma), early twentieth century and 2016 which is a transitional period in Myanmar. The writer’s life is fictionalized in the novel and most of the facts are taken from his personal stories and other reference books. It is a kind of historical novel with a twist and it has comparatively constructed the two different periods in Myanmar history to convince readers, locally and abroad more about history, authorship, humanity, colonialism, and transitional development in Myanmar today.

During the car crash, my brother didn’t hesitate to save our adopted sister, Chloe Fox, first. Meanwhile, I was crushed beneath the airbag, a searing pain shooting through my left leg. It was definitely broken. My brother’s voice was tense and frantic as he said to me, “Chloe can’t handle pain like you can. Just hold on for a minute!” Before I lost consciousness, I watched him carry Chloe away from the car, leaving me behind as the engine began to smoke. When I finally woke up, I realized I was kidnapped. A masked kidnapper pointed a camera straight at my face and said, “Alright, Mr. Fox. If you don’t want your sister to die, bring me thirty million dollars in cash yourself. She might’ve survived that car crash, but she might not be so lucky with us.” I forced my head up, my vision blurred with dried blood. Through the speaker, I heard Chloe sobbing. “Oh, thank goodness! Jean is still alive! The car blew up, and she still survived… She really is so lucky!” Just like that, the worry in my brother’s voice vanished. “Jean, how long are you going to keep playing these childish games? First a fake car crash, and now a staged kidnapping? You’re unbelievable. If you want to die so badly, go do it somewhere far away where I don’t have to look at you.” Just then, the video call cut off, and the kidnapper became enraged. “If we’re not getting paid, you’re useless to us. Beat her up!” At that exact moment, a robotic voice echoed in my head. [The “cannon fodder-real heiress” mission has been completed, and the “fake heiress’s rags-to-riches tale” progress is at 95 percent. You will exit the storyline upon death. Do you accept?] My sealed memory suddenly resurfaced. As it turned out, my suffering was all just part of a System mission to resurrect my deceased parents. Without a moment of hesitation, I chose yes. The very next second, the System blocked all my pain receptors. As the steel pipes came crashing down on my body, a faint smile formed at the corner of my lips. Whatever I couldn’t take with me, I didn’t want anymore.