Fanny Farmer Cookbook

Allan Kembo has been working hard inorder to get his wife Leticia Daniels a better living. But as a farmer things weren't really going well for him. Every harvesting season will come with losses. But since Leticia only stayed home, she couldn't understand how much Allan tries. All she care about is money and since he couldn't provide enough for her, she decided to leave him in the critical moment of his life. Cocoa had been admiring Allan from a far. One day she confessed her love to him but he instead kept her as a friend because he was true to his wife before the divorce. Cocoa chose not to give up. She was determined to win his love now that his wife was out of the way. What will Leticia do when the poor man she abandoned became rich with the help of the beautiful Cocoa? Will she regret it or not? Will Allan and Cocoa take things to the next level or they will be affected by the sudden return of Leticia since she was his girst love? To know more, join me on this journey of a Uganda based true story. Note; l dont own the cover Pic.

A grim look flashes past Daniel's face as he heard someone knocking on the door. When he finally sees Heather's pretty face so deeply imprinted in his head, his lips curl into a sarcastic smile. "So you've been telling people I'm dead?" Daniel asks.

"Why are you apologizing?" "..." He didn't push me further when I didn't answer him. Instead, he suddenly leaned in closer to my ear and sniffed. I saw his throat swallow a little, and my heart skipped a beat along with him. "You..." His voice was low and husky, like music to my ears. "You smell wonderful," Enzo said.

Chloe has been living as her half-sister Vanessa’s blood bank. Her father ignored her, and her stepmother kept abusing her. Everyone looked down on her, and her life was always a mess. But Chloe never gave up her life. She believed her mate could bring her hope until she witnessed her mate cheating with Vanessa, and everything crumbled. On the day her father forced her to exchange mates with Vanessa, the rouge she rescued marked her without her permission. Chloe thought she would live with this rouge for the rest of her life, but she was told that her new mate was the Lycan King of the most mysterious Silver pack! Everything changed from that moment on, and Chloe’s life seemed to mess up again...

After being abused by the gambler once again, though she was an omega and might get homeless, Violet decisively rejected his mate. But she never expected to meet her second chance on the day of the breakup - Beta of the Blue Moon Pack, and the strange yet charming guy even proposed to her！ Violet agreed to the proposal and suddenly all the troubles around her are solved. But to her surprise, at a grand party, her new mate was identified as an impostor, not Beta at all! Violet chose to stand with her new mate without any hesitation, but the man seemed to be too calm and relaxed. Immediately after she felt the powerful Alpha aura, and everyone in the room saluted the man. Then she realized that her mate was actually the Alpha king! "Well, my Queen, please step up to my side and accept the respect of the Kingdom now."

"We'll exchange your blood with your sister's. From now on, Jenna will have your scent. She'll go to the Blood Shadow Pack in your place and become Lionel's Luna." Mom said. At this moment I was tightened in a surgery bed. My face filled with disbelief. That was ridiculous! Jenna would replace me to marry my mate?! "No! Lionel is MY MATE!" I screamed. "What about me? What will happen to me?!" "Your father has made his decision. There's no room for backing out now," Mom said, "You're too ordinary, too quiet, my dear, you can't be a good Luna. Lionel will eventually get bored of you and abandon you, and it will also break the relationship between our two Packs. But Jenna is different. She's born a rightful Luna." Mod touched my face but I couldn't feel any warmth from her hand. "No!!!" Tears welled up in my eyes. "No... mom, please..." Mom sighed. She turned around and told the doctor to start the operation. No matter how much I cried or begged, she never looked back at me again. I felt the thick, cold needle piercing my veins, my blood was also draining out ... From now on, I lost my scent, my mate, and even my name...