Julius Caesar's Goat

Alpha Julius Maia and her wolf have lived peacefully alone since her escape, enjoying the serenity of the forest without ambition for more, leaving the horrors of her past behind her. That is, until a sequence of events leaves her stumbling across the territory lines of an unforgiving Alpha, one whose grasp is so tight, she fears she may never break free. But it seems her new Alpha isn’t the only problem she faces. Secrets from her past lurk in the shadows, threatening to crumble the very fabric of her reality as they lie in wait, patiently preparing for the perfect opportunity to attack. Maia’s life is turned upside down, and she finds herself wondering if she’ll ever find peace again…

Romeo, the youngest son of the king of vampires, and Julius, the crown prince of werewolves, mortal enemies in a war that has lasted 200 years, meet for the first time at college and discover that they are soulmates. The denial, the attempt at rejection, does not overcome the matebond that binds them, leaving them lost between the war, the obvious opposition of the species, and the hatred that the kings feel for each other. Like a Romeo and Juliet from the fantastic world, could the two overcome the inevitable tragedy, transforming the story of their lives into a true romance where love can conquer all?

A gay couple who are in love with one another are separated by cultural rules and they end up dead after they tried to elope

Josef Hadrian is the young 18-year-old Crown Prince if the Austrian Empire. Despite his weak stature and illness, he is determined to rule just as his father did, but with a twist. The young prince loves being with the commoners and is constantly curious about their everyday lives and joining them in their endeavors while keeping an eye on the whole land. Striving to change the eyes of the world about his family, he ascended not one throne, but several thrones, including that of Hungary, he stood on the ready to face he hardships of ruling an Empire head on.

Kira is an adopted daughter of a well-known heartless billionaire (Gerald Cranwell) who was sold by him into a contractually agreed marriage to the wealthiest family in the entire country to escape bankruptcy. Clueless Kira calm and collected could only just watch her life being handed over to a new home and her new world, tackling people from the highest society and struggling to look presentable before a husband she had never set her eyes on before. He never showed up at their wedding and she didn't know what he looked like in person. Trapped in a supposed marriage meant for two yet leaving alone, she grew tired of waiting and accepted her fate, living like a nobody and sleeping in her lonely world, not until a certain stranger crawled into her bed under the moonlight. Excerpts #1 She was dressed in her night attire, looking like a carved doll. Her eyes were shut and her brown hair which was as soft as a Pima cotton was spread wide on the soft pillows, her skin glowed underneath the light of the moon, which was the only light visible in the room, and her long lashes accompanied her pointy nose that laid beautifully above her rose pink lips. She enticed him. She made the beast in him growl out in desire. He craved her, he wanted her. Kira was in deep sleep when her nose caught a whiff of an unfamiliar scent. She didn't know what it was but her body craved it. She felt a certain presence but she was far too gone to wake up from her slumber. Unconsciously, her nipples hardened and her insides were on fire. She rotated on the bed as if she was been controlled and moaned and groaned as if she was being drugged.

When my mother won a million dollars from a lottery ticket, she prepared an envelope for each of her three children. After we opened them, my younger brother and younger sister each found a bank card inside. But from my envelope, two 1-dollar coins clinked onto the floor. Seeing me freeze, a trace of unease flickered across Mother's face. "Cassian," she said hesitantly, "Logan and Sienna suffered a lot growing up because your father passed away so early. So I gave each of them 500 thousand dollars as compensation. "You're the eldest son—like a father to them. Don't fight with them over this, okay?" I glanced down at the faded down jacket I had worn for years, the fabric so worn that it had lost its color. Then, my eyes drifted to my younger brother's limited-edition sneakers and to the designer bag slung over my sister's shoulder. Mother seemed to have forgotten that when Father died, I had only been eight. I smiled faintly. "Alright. I won't fight them for it." Hearing this, Mother let out a long breath of relief. The next second, my voice turned cold. "Then I won't fight for the responsibility of supporting you in your old age either."