Adam And Lilith

Gigi is an awesome ballerina who has been in-love with a dashing male ballet dancer named Adam for as long as she can remember. When it seems that fate is finally uniting them, Gigi gets her heart brutally crushed as her crush falls for her best friend.When she meets Malik, she immediately falls for his good looks especially his captivating amber eyes. While she thinks it is nothing more than a crush, Malik is convinced that they are meant to be. Slowly, their romance starts to kindle and Gigi falls head over heels. But things are getting rocky for the couple as her ex-bestfriend, Cleo becomes her rival and Adam is asking for a second chance. How will she get herself untangled from the love triangle? Will she and Cleo ever patch things up?

Adam Ocampo is a premier world-class painter who went back to his hometown in search of a perfect place for his art and a home for his heart. His search for Teresa Milan draws him closer to long-lost memories, past grievances, and the closure of forgiveness.

This book contains a few people's points of view. (POV) Which makes the book a little... let's say more dimensional. The main story is about Lilith Taylor being in the wrong place at the wrong time, although it was planned out. She witnesses some gruesome scenes done by Arthur Mikhailov but soon realizes that the one bringing this upon her is the only one who can take it away. The book is filled with mysterious characters and events to keep the reader guessing throughout. Never a too dull moment. Give it a try guys. You never know who will betray you next...

Dia terperangkap dalam situasi yang mendebarkan. Hidupnya musnah dalam sekelip mata sahaja. Dia lari membawa hati yang lara. Masih layakkah aku untuk bersujud menghadap Illahi? Adakah doaku akan diterima lagi. Dia menyesal dengan semua perbuatannya. Dirinya sentiasa dihantui dengan kesilapan silam yang telah dibuatnya. "Kalau awak nak belajar ilmu agama dengan lebih dalam, datanglah rumah saya. Mungkin mak saya boleh mengajar sedikit sebanyak." - Mohd Zaquan "Alisa! Kau ikut aku balik!" - Adam Haris Ya, aku Alisa. Hidup aku boleh dikatakan berada di dalam genggaman lelaki yang bernama Adam Haris. Dia tidak mahu semua itu. Dia benci dengan apa yang lelaki itu telah buat kepadanya. Dia nekad untuk bersembunyi dari Adam. Tetapi lain pula yang terjadi. Hatinya bergetar setiap kali terdengar suara alunan ayat-ayat suci al-Quran di dalam masjid. Hatinya tertanya-tanya, siapakah pemilik suara itu? "Alisa, aku tahu itu anak aku. Tolong jangan lari lagi." "Jodoh itu ketentuan Illahi. Semua makhluk di muka bumi ini dicipta berpasang-pasangan. Sama seperti kisan nabi Adam dan juga Hawa. Walau apa rintangan yang mendatang, mereka tetap akan bersatu. Kerana itu telah tertulis di luh mahfuz. Tapi, andai ada jodoh antara kita, sudikah awak untuk jadi teman sehidup dan semati saya."

I have been dead for seven years. For seven years, a rare plague had ravaged the Silver Moon Kingdom. The new Luna, Lilith, wasn't immune either. She coughed up blood daily, her old wounds weeping anew with every full moon. Even in death, to the wolf packs, I was still the jinx. The false Luna who had beguiled the Alpha King. The cursed one destined to bring ruin to the kingdom. The entire kingdom begged Alpha King Kaelan to banish my vengeful spirit. My former mate was in the royal palace, softly consoling his current Luna, my sister. "Lilith, don't be afraid. If she insists on tormenting you with her curse even after death, then I will tear her inner wolf to shreds. You'll never be threatened by her again." But when they set foot in the Rogue Lands where I had been exiled, they found no wandering spirit of mine. Before them knelt the corpses of dozens of she-wolves, arranged neatly before my crude grave. They had all been exiled as "sinners", yet now, in death, they offered their final act of devotion. There was no trace of any spirit. There was only a small girl, about six years old, sitting beside the tombstone and clutching a photograph of me from when I was alive. Her ice-blue eyes were a perfect reflection of Kaelan's. "You're too late," she said. "Her inner wolf returned to the Moon Goddess long ago." "I've only been waiting here to get justice for my mother."

Helena Ukasyah, seorang gadis comot, gemok dan berkulit kusam. Dia sering dijadikan bahan ejekan kawan-kawannya di sekolah. Siapa sangka disebabkan dia sering dijadikan bahan ejekan dia bangkit dan menanam tekad yang tinggi bagi menjadikan dirinya setaraf dengan gadis-gadis cantik di luar sana. Adam Daniel, maksud namanya tersangat lah indah tapi siapa sangka perangainya tidak seindah namanya. Dia seorang yang nakal, kejam, gila dan perangainya sering membuatkan orang-orang disekeliling menggeleng kepala. " Oii gemok, mari kau datang sini sekejap. " - ADAM DANIEL " Apa salah aku sampai korang buat aku macam gini?! " - HELENA UKAYSAH Saat Helena terpuruk jatuh tergapai-gapai ada satu tangan menghulurkan bantuan... " Hye girl, don't cry. You are beautiful girl. I'll help you, smile... " - HARRIS ADHAM " Huh! Tak sangka dulunya budak gemok sekarang dah bertukar kononnya menjadi princess. " - AYDA MELLISA Saat Helena mula mengecapi bahagia bersama Harris datang pula orang ketiga iaitu bekas tunang Harris, Ayda Mellisa merangkap musuh Helena sewaktu zaman persekolahan dahulu. Adakah Harris akan setia pada Helena hingga ke akhirnya? Kenapa Adam dan Ayda muncul kembali di saat Helena sedang mengecapi kebahagiaannya sendiri? Muslihat apakah yang mereka ingin lakukan?

Since I was running late to pick up my son, Kyrie Stone, from school, I did not have time to change out of my work clothes from the construction site inspection. Right at the preschool entrance, I ran into one of his classmates' parents. The man, Adam O'Neil, looked me up and down and asked, "You're Kyrie Stone's father, right?" I nodded politely, about to introduce myself. However, he suddenly scowled and snapped, "No wonder he acts so poorly behaved at school. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!" I frowned immediately. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He scoffed, getting even more aggressive. "Nonsense? Kyrie shows up to school wearing weird clothes and brings all these ridiculous toys. It's distracting my daughter, Sarah, so much that her grades are slipping." I was speechless, wondering how Sarah O'Neil's declining grades were Kyrie's fault. When I stayed silent, Adam got even bolder. "Just look at those dusty clothes you're wearing. Do you even have the money to send Kyrie to an elite preschool like this, or are you just some laborer trying to keep up appearances?" I thought Adam was insane. After all, Kyrie was attending our family-owned preschool. How was that trying to keep up appearances?

This is the first book in an 8 book series of hockey romances. All 8 books have an underlying theme of ‘life after loss’. My first book is about Natasha, a librarian in her 40s who lost a sibling as a teenager and never healed, preventing her from ever finding/committing to love…and the hockey coach who is twice divorced and has given up his dreams of ever finding his match and having a family-until he meets Natasha…. Will Coach Alex's love (along with his superior skills in the sack) be enough to break down the walls Natasha has held firm for over two decades? The 8 books go through the different players of the team, all having their own versions of loss to overcome, with the captain (Adam) being married to a woman (who happens to be a teacher at Natasha's school) who has a terminal illness and will eventually commit suicide in book 6 and the series ends with Adam's own second chance love story….

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.

Cinq années s'étaient écoulées depuis que mon compagnon Adam Chauvin m'avait secrètement marquée. Son frère, l'Alpha de la tribu d'Ombre Lunaire, est mort dans la guerre territoriale. Pour devenir le nouvel Alpha de l'Ombre Lunaire, Adam a hérité de tout ce que son défunt frère a laissé derrière lui. Y compris sa belle-sœur veuve, Victoria. Après chaque nuit passée dans le lit de Victoria, Adam me serrait contre lui en me disant des paroles rassurantes : « Léa, patiente encore un peu. Dès que Victoria sera enceinte, nous aurons notre cérémonie d'union ! » C'était la seule condition imposée par la tribu pour qu'il puisse hériter du titre d'Alpha. Au cours des six mois écoulés depuis son retour sur le territoire de l'Ombre Lunaire, Adam s'était rendu d'innombrables fois dans la chambre de Victoria. Enfin, après d'innombrables nuits passées jusqu'à l'aube, la nouvelle est tombée : Victoria était enceinte. Mais cette nouvelle s'accompagnait d'une autre – Adam et Victoria allaient tenir leur cérémonie d'union. « Maman, il y aura une cérémonie d'union ici ? » a demandé ma fille. J'ai regardé autour de moi. Le grand hall était rempli de fleurs et de ballons. Dehors, des gens s'affairaient joyeusement à faire des préparatifs de la cérémonie d'union. J'ai serré ma fille dans mes bras : « Oui, ma chérie. Ton père va tenir une cérémonie d'union avec celle qu'il aime, ce qui signifie qu'il est temps pour nous de partir. » Adam ne savait pas que, dans la tribu de Nouvelle lune Argentée, nous ne nous préoccupions pas des soi-disant cérémonies d'union. Chez nous, les louves étaient vénérées. Ma mère était l'Alpha actuelle, et il me suffisait de donner naissance à une héritière pour lui succéder. J'ai composé un numéro que je n'avais pas appelé depuis cinq ans : « Mère, j'ai maintenant une héritière. Je suis prête à rentrer à la maison pour réclamer ta place d'Alpha. »