Ace Dad

Here I am, sitting in my truck driving back home. I can't believe dad has finally decided to step down and he wants me to become the new Alpha. I can't believe that has been 10 years since I left. It's been 11 years since I lost my mate. 11 years since my younger siblings were born. 11 years since I became depressed and I was on a journey of self destruction. The loss of a mate is the worse thing we can ever go through. Follow Leon’s journey in becoming a powerful Alpha and getting a second chance in , but will he take it? Will his mate accept a broken ? A broken Alpha. Book Twoo of My LycanNow it's Leon’s turn.

It's already hard being Black in America, but it's even tougher surviving America as a Black Vampire. N, who is a vampire, has been on a long search finding the police officer who killed his family and cut off half of his tongue when he was young. He believes that the cop is in Virginia; he goes on a grueling battle to find him. But he also ends up falling in love, meet other unique black vampires like him, find his true origin, and leads a revolution to end police brutality and racism.

WARNING: This book contains mature content and explicit content. It is also a non-fiction story, a true life story of the writer. The thurible was placed right in front of the altar as it's smoke rose to the chandelier, blackening the cobwebs that were woven by some silly spider. The evening prayer was being said, and everyone was deep in solemn prayer and meditation. All except me. How could you even expect me to be solemn and meditate, when the man I had had sex with just the past week, the man who offered to be my sugar daddy, was sitting at the kneeler right in front of the altar, conducting the evening prayer. Not only was he just sitting there, conducting the evening prayer, he was a priest, a new priest of the archdiocese, transferred to work at our parish community. Given the fact that he was the person I first had sex with, I knew I was in for a whole lot of drama.

Natalie used to hate stuffed animals. Now she's head-over-heels for a cotton doll. She called it "honey" and told our daughter, Yara, it was her real dad. Cool. Guess that made me the family ghost. At Yara's parent-teacher conference, I finally snapped and handed Natalie the divorce papers. Cue the gasps. Suddenly, I'm the villain. She slapped me—full drama mode. "It's just a doll! Why are you being so extra?" Yara hugged it like it was about to save the world, giving me the death stare. I shrugged, smirking. "You're the one who said it's your dream husband and Yara's one and only dad. So, like... why am I still here?"

Elara has always believed that love would bring happiness, but when her boyfriend denies her pregnancy and betrays her by marrying her best friend, she is left with nothing but heartbreak. Pregnant and constantly ridiculed, Rowan Nightshade, her enigmatic and ruthless boss, steps in. But Rowan's help comes with a price, and his intentions aren't as clear as they seem. Rowan is unsure if he hates Elara because of betraying his best friend, or because of her resilience when all odds are against her. Love and Loyalty are tested at every turn. Can Elara find the strength to claim the happiness she deserves while fighting for her children a d their future? Why is the cold-hearted Rowan Nightshade suddenly helping her at every turn?

"Sophie Patterson. Don't you dare walk away from me." Logan's menacing stare bore at me. I suddenly didn't feel drunk anymore. I sobered up quickly. "What, Logan? You're gonna tell me that you suddenly love me again? That you're here to sweep me off my feet? Please! I didn't need you all this time, and I don't need you now." He clenched his jaw, fisting his hands. "Enough. Stop being so damn stubborn. You know I do. I love you. I never stopped loving you, Sophie. It was always you." I left my hometown hoping to never see him again. I left with his baby still inside of me. Seven years after, and here I am again. Standing before him and a six-year-old wanting to know who his dad is, and asking me to marry him because everyone in his class but him and his best friend don't have a daddy.What am I supposed to do with all these feelings that are resurfacing? I'm realizing every day that I never got over him. I merely suppressed my feelings, and him telling me this now- in my face, just made things more complicated.

It was stupid…stupid for him to think that money gives everything which was absolutely true. But, then will it give him love?Girls and Love were something far corner in his world and he had no time for them at all. His ego was something he kept in his heart and brain. But, when a girl entered his life with a slap, he only wanted to prove his egoistic side. He did everything to prove that to her. But, he miserably failed to know that she was precious.On the other hand, when she thought she had lost everything, he entered. But she failed to realize that it was his gameplay and would only lead to heartbreak and it did. After years of the tragedy he created, when she thought she was planning something in her life…he entered again.This time not to prove anything but to show her what her presence was meant to be for him and in what she was successful years ago. He knew he lost her but with a little faith, he was going to strive hard to go behind her and make her his again…only his.Would she be able to forgive him and would he himself be able to forgive him?His Lost Peace is created by Priya Amour, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Despite being the late Beta's daughter, Elizabeth's life in Midnight pack was no less than a slave. Being used as a killer machine on every night hunt added to her misery. With a tyrant mysterious man as Alpha, all females were regarded as slaves and sex toys. 19 years old, Elizabeth committed a heinous crime when accidentally killed two werewolves on a dreadful night, one of them being the alpha's beloved woman. She and her mother fled the pack to another country. As protection, her mother got married to a wealthy businessman and the most feared 35 years old man. Mason Wilder, a hot and handsome man with looks that melted her heart the first time she saw him. His gaze pulled her little wolf in, and she found herself yearning for her stepdad's touch…he was strange and hid too many secrets and Lizzy's curiosity led her into a trap “You are mine, little one…your stepdaddy wants a piece of this little wolf,” even his voice was something which made her weak and yearned for him even in her sleep…will she ever escape? What will happen when the blue-eyed devil turns out to be something Lizzy didn't imagine, and what will happen when something shocking and life changing threatens to resurface. Strictly 18+ contains illicit contents and mature language.

I made a mistake that could ruin me. I fell for a man I should’ve feared. At sixteen, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Gianni Rossetti. My best friend’s father. A ruthless billionaire. A cold-blooded villain. A man twice my age, who could destroy me with a single look. For years, I was nothing to him—a silly girl with a foolish crush. But I couldn’t forget those icy blue eyes, the way his presence made the world feel small and dangerous. By the time I was twenty-one, I knew I should’ve walked away, left my fantasies behind. But then, one night, Gianni noticed me. And my world turned upside down. He didn’t just see me—he ‘claimed’ me. Every forbidden fantasy I’d ever had, he brought to life. He touched me, possessed me, made me feel things that shattered everything I thought I knew. With him, I wasn’t just a woman; I was ‘his’. But the deeper I fall, the darker it gets. Gianni’s world is filled with secrets, shadows that whisper of violence and betrayal. His past is more than just a dark history—it’s a deadly curse that threatens to consume us both. I knew he was dangerous, but I never imagined this. Now I’m trapped, caught in a web of desire and deceit, and the deeper I go, the harder it is to find my way out. But the worst part? I’m not sure I want to escape. Not if it means losing him.

The year I was at my poorest, I impersonated my sister to take care of her blind fiancé in exchange for one hundred thousand dollars. On the day he regained his sight, I left without a word. When we met again, it was during a business interview. I was a nameless intern reporter. He had returned to his rightful status as the heir of the influential Hughes family. During the interview, the host asked, "We’ve heard that during your illness, your fiancée, Miss Dawson, stayed by your side through thick and thin. The two of you are about to get married?" He lifted his hand slightly, revealing a ring, and his lips curled into a faint smile. "Yes, we’re getting engaged soon." Yet, his gaze, through the lens of his glasses, landed—intentionally or not—on me, standing in the corner.