A Tale Of Thousand Stars

"Let's welcome Brandon King!" My mind was racing, my palms were getting sweaty as I fixed my eyes on the doors. I was still in denial. 'No, there are a thousand and one Brandon Kings across the world. It can't be..." It was him. I thought I could hear the ambulance sirens from a distance. I hoped they were coming to take me because at that moment, my heart stopped beating. Belle Cooper is left hertbroken after her fiance Brandon King fails to show up at the altar. Two months later, fate brings them together on a reality dating show, Love Isle. In the midst of deception, lies and old secrets, Belle must steer through an emotional rollercoaster and find out why Brandon betrayed her. Will love win or will the mistakes of the past ruin their second chance at happiness?

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

Years after graduation, someone suddenly tags me in the class group chat. "Mr. Warren is gravely ill, Mira. Aren't you going to do anything? You really are heartless!" I only realize what's going on when I click on the fundraising link in the chat. Our high school homeroom teacher, Joseph Warren, has late-stage cancer. Thus, Lyra Fairfield, the class belle, is leading a fundraiser and patient-donor matching process. "I'll donate ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Waverly General Hospital, and I've already asked him to arrange a VIP ward for Mr. Warren." Right after I send that message, the group pounces on me. "Mira, you contracted an STD back then and tried to pin it on Lyra. She didn't even hold it against you, and now you're trying to steal her thunder? You're unbelievable!" "I can't believe you're still lying through your teeth during such a serious situation. You never change, do you?" Lyra immediately defuses the tension. "Mira, I don't blame you for what happened in the past, but you really shouldn't impersonate the director's wife. I've already arranged the ward and surgery, and I'm donating another 100 thousand dollars to Mr. Warren!" I'm this close to laughing out of sheer anger. She's the one who scratched her name off the diagnosis report and framed me for having an STD all those years ago. I never even confronted her about it, and now she's playing the victim? Lyra soon posts a photo in the group chat, showing off her husband's car. Yet, when I see the man in the passenger seat, I guffaw. Isn't that my husband's driver? When did he start running a hospital?

Love and hatred can't coexist ever, but love combined with generosity can leave a lasting impact, which are not easy to hide. My story, however, was a dark and unsavory tale that would make the world shun me even more than they already do. It's not a story suitable for innocent ears, a cautionary tale of how I dragged my princess charming into a toxic and bitter love. My love was genuine, yet I'm haunted by the guilt of my actions. When everything backfired, my Alpha introduced a new woman he claimed to love, and I was forced to accept it. But a life without love is a dumb, lifeless existence, a bleak and hopeless hues.

Unloved. Bullied. Family-less. John's life was a blueprint for despair until he decided to break free. Determined to leave his past behind and start anew, he set out armed with nothing but determination and a dwindling bank account. Choosing to save money, he pitched his tent in the forest for the night. But beneath the tranquil canopy of trees lies a world brimming with secrets, and John's fate is about to take a dramatic turn. His very first night beneath the stars sets off a chain reaction of events, revealing powers he never knew he possessed and awakening a mysterious presence within him. As John grapples with his newfound abilities and a cryptic inner voice, he becomes entangled in a perilous dance with his shifter lineage and the hidden forces of the supernatural. Yet amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope emerges – the promise of a love he's always yearned for. John must summon courage he never knew he had to confront his past and forge a future unlike any other.

When the universe drops two breathtakingly beautiful males in your lap by chance, you can’t possibly turn that down, can you? Grace Astor is faced with that decision as she finds out more about Finch and Jack Jacobson who happen to also be … her employees. She’s a spoiled, thick and curvy billionaire's daughter coasting through her early 30’s without a hope in the world at finding love. They’re both shifters from another world so far removed from hers it seems the stars had to perfectly align for this match. The universe serves to take Grace down a few pegs, putting her more on the twins’ level. Can they win her over? How will she handle learning their secrets? An Omega is an extremely rare find and the guys have no intentions of letting her slip through their claws. Will all the different forces at work determined to keep them apart win out or can they claim their mate? Find out on the love rollercoaster of The Omega’s Twin Hybrids!

In order to retain his father's empire, Derrick Wright is deceived into marrying the billionaire heiress, Stephanie Noah. What tale lies, when Derrick realizes the deceit played on him?

In a time long forgotten, when humanity roamed free, basking in the warmth of the sun and dancing beneath the stars, life was beautiful. But that time is a distant memory now. The vampires came, and everything changed. It's been a decade since my mother tried to kill me, and took her own life, leaving me to fend for myself. I've been living with Baron, our vampire master, ever since. Everyone either hates or envies me, but no one knows the truth. No one knows the hell I'm in. I am just about ready to end it all, when Aldric walks into my life. A vampire unlike any other. Despite my fear and hatred of his kind, I feel myself drawn to him. For the first time in my life, I know true kindness and love. As I grapple with my feelings for Aldric, I find myself confronting not only the harsh reality of my past and the unknown future ahead of us, but also the darkness that linger within my own soul.

I suspected my husband was a detached ascetic. Every night, he'd skip to the backyard, muttering prayers under the stars instead of sharing our bed. When I slipped into something slinky, he'd frown and clutch his prayer beads like a lifeline. Now I was done with the cold shoulder, slapping a divorce agreement in his hands. That was when his thoughts started leaking into my head. "She touched me. Her hands are like silk. I'm dying to kiss her. When is she gonna be okay with me being a snake? I just want to cuddle her." "A snake?" I thought. "Does that mean he's packing two things? I have to find out." I leered at his chiseled frame, practically drooling. Before divorcing, I needed to test his things and my limits. I tripped purposefully and fell onto his toned pecs, ready to test the waters. "Whoops!" I gasped, setting the stage.

My fiancé, Keith Odell is a hot air balloon pilot. His first love, Michelle Lavigne, insisted on taking a risk and flying to a thousand meters above ground when the balloon’s helium began to leak.  In that moment of crisis, Keith grabbed the tandem parachute and leaped with her.  With tears in my eyes, I begged him, “I'm pregnant with your child. Can’t you take me first?” But he reproached me. “Is this really the time to fake your pregnancy because of a bit of jealousy? You learned how to skydive but Chelle is afraid of heights. We’ll wait for you on the ground.” Then he forcibly shook off my hand and parachuted down with his first love.  He failed to notice the hole in the only parachute he left me. Michelle had deliberately done it.  Carrying our unborn child, I closed my eyes and leaped.