Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Shea Vestine was an orphan who grew up to be an innocent and kind lady in the Riverstone Pack. She was a servant omega who just wanted to find her mate before her eighteenth birthday – hoping that it would be a strong one and could save her weak wolf. However, if not, they will have to move to the South Side for a month to prove that they belong to the pack. Unfortunately, no one ever goes back to the South Side. Because it was where the ruthless rogues, the wicked half-blooded werewolves, and a lot of bad blood were located. But here comes the newly assigned Alpha of their pack, Denvereaux Thorne. Shea instantly felt their connection. She couldn’t believe that the kind and gentle Alpha of their pack would be her mate! Denver proposed to her, and they got married. Everything seemed surreal for Shea. She felt like the happiest woman in the world. But would that be the case if she discovered the darkest secret of her husband? Would she still fight for her love even when Denver was a beast? Could she possibly tame the beast within him?

Akara, seorang anak yang memiliki ambisi kuat untuk menjadi master aura terkuat menemui titik tumpulnya. Saat pembukaan aura ranah, ia tidak dapat memadatkan energinya, bahkan satu bintang energipun. Pemadatan aura ranah yang seharusnya dapat dilakukan setiap orang, namun tidak dengan dirinya. Ejekan dan tatapan yang mengasihaninya, membuat Akara kesal dan malah tambah memantapkan dirinya. Persetan dengan bakat, persetan dengan takdir! Gelar master aura terkuat akan aku miliki bagaimanapun caranya! Semua itu bukan karena bakat, tapi dengan kerja keras dan strategi yang matang.. Kalian yang dianggap jenius yang berbakat, akan aku buat tidak berkutik melawanku! Akan aku buat takdirku sendiri! Walaupun harus melawan Dewa sekalipun, pasti akan aku lakukan dan akan aku lampaui! Perkataan emosional dari seorang bocah, namun ternyata bukan isapan jempol belaka. Mereka tidak tau siapa dirinya sebenarnya. Orang yang bahkan ditakuti oleh seorang Dewa sekalipun. Masa lalu dan masa depan mampu ia kendalikan dengan mudahnya. Lalu kenapa dia ada di dunia ini? Siapakah dia sebenarnya yang saat ini hanya dianggap sebagai sampah? Penguasa Dewa Naga, tidak hanya menjadi pemimpin para Naga, namun juga para Dewa Naga yang eksistensinya ditakuti di berbagai alam semesta.

King Lincoln was just a young man of 28, but he had the strength of a thousand men. His name had been written in the book of records as the youngest ruler of the Most Powerful Kingdom. His Kingdom was the envy of all the 11 Kingdoms. But One day, one of Lincoln's numerous enemies almost won over him. His attack had almost worked as he was able to hit Lincoln with an extremely poisoned arrow during a war. Lincoln didn't die at the battlefield, no. But when he was taken back to the palace, they got to see how badly injured he was. The arrow was poisoned with a rare substance and it's effect was draining the life out of Lincoln - bit by bit. Physicians tried all they could, but couldn't find a cure. His sister was worried, his three brides were paranoid as well. Everyone wanted a solution for their King because the fall of Lincoln would be the fall of the Kingdom. Finally, his sister found a solution. There was a healer - a young lady with special healing abilities who was likely to heal the King. But she was someone that was locked up and restricted from associating with outsiders by her father. Roseline was never permitted to go out for reasons best known to her father and she wondered why. Lincoln's sister was overly worried about her brother's life and figured she had to get the healer by all means to heal her brother. But would that be possible since Roseline's father particularly hated the King? And even if it was possible, there was going to be a little consequence if Roseline succeeded in healing the King. He'd become a sex addict; addicted to her alone.

For centuries, the bloodlines of witches and werewolves have been shackled by a curse born of jealousy and vengeance. Shiloh, a hybrid enchantress scorned by Prince Kane, condemned their descendants: no witch and wolf of their line could ever fulfill their love. Every attempt would bring death to themselves or to those they held most dear. Generation after generation, Amindas and Kians have loved in secret, longed in silence, and died without ever uniting. Now, the last of their line faces the same cruel fate. Kian, heir to the Alpha throne, is strong, noble, and bound by duty—but none of it can temper the fire he feels for Aminda, the Witch Supreme. Aminda, brave and resolute, carries the weight of centuries on her shoulders, knowing that every stolen moment with Kian risks bloodshed, heartbreak, and doom. Their love is undeniable, but it is also forbidden, haunted by the lives of every ancestor who perished longing for the same impossible union. And yet, enemies lurk, plotting to ensure the curse endures. Alister and Fiorella manipulate shadows and bloodlines, intent on driving the lovers apart, while the curse itself tightens like a noose around their hearts. Centuries of sorrow whisper in every glance, every touch. Will Aminda and Kian finally break the cycle—or will they, too, be condemned to a lifetime of longing, separated by the distance that has doomed their ancestors?

Jericho Astor, the youngest Astor brother and by far the sweetest of the three is a genius when it comes to anything technology—and when it comes to Odette Gibson. Odette Gibson, a cop who just happens to be Jericho's best friend probably knows Jericho better than he knows himself. It's what makes their friendship so strong, it's what keeps them bonded. But, there's a thin line between friendship and something a little more than that and Jericho has been straddling that line for years, until one day he found himself in the deep end drowning in feelings for her that she would never return. Or maybe she will if the hands of fate have anything to do with it... _____________________________ Read book 1: Gunnar, and book 2: Ace. If you don't read the first two books, the third won't make sense.

I'm having a mental breakdown as I face a clogged drain with my feverish and fussing daughter in my arms. Meanwhile, my husband has reserved a hotel to celebrate another woman's birthday. My mother-in-law spits on the floor. "This is what you deserve. You can't even capture a man's heart!" I clench a fist around the winning lottery ticket in my pocket. I want to get a divorce.

The day my brother, Chester Rodney, came to the orphanage to take me home, my boyfriend Dominic Huxley looked at me coldly and said, "If you choose to acknowledge your birth family, we're over." I knew he had his pride—he could never accept the difference in our social standing. So, for him, I turned my back on the family I had yearned for my whole life. In the decades that followed, I toiled without complaint, saving every cent to help him rise to success. By the time I was not yet fifty, overwork had worn me down. Lying on my deathbed, my breathing shallow and weak, I watched Dominic on television. He was now an acclaimed scientist, just awarded the nation's highest research honor. Tears welled in his eyes as he thanked another woman. "All these years," he said, "I never felt worthy of Alicia. But now, maybe I can use this award as the prologue to a love I've owed her for decades." The "Alicia" he spoke of was the woman mistakenly switched with me at birth—the false heiress the Rodney family raised as their own. The camera zoomed out. Alicia Rodney stood radiant, graceful, and perfectly preserved by years of luxury, blushing as she accepted the trophy. "I waited for you for decades," she said sweetly, "but marriage is still something I'll need to ask my brother about." Chester, who had long taken over the family, looked at her with an indulgent tenderness tinged with something unspoken. "I was adopted by our uncle back then for one reason—to protect Alicia. Making the only princess of the Rodney family happy has always been my life's mission." Only then did I realize—everything I thought I had chosen freely, every sacrifice I made without regret, was nothing but a trap, carefully woven by two men, all for Alicia. The betrayal pierced my heart. I died without peace. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Chester came to take me home from the orphanage. I glanced past the two men eyeing me with subtle disdain. Without hesitation, I stepped into the car. "Take me home," I said. This time, I'd send whoever stole my life back to the gutter they slithered from.

In front of the orphanage gates, Rebecca Schwartz, the impoverished student I had been sponsoring, stood glaring at me with a face full of disdain. "If you don't let Freddie come along, I'm not going to your house either," she declared, her tone sharp and unyielding. In the past, blinded by love and hopelessly infatuated, I would have caved to her demands, humbling myself just to keep the peace. But things were different now—I had been reborn. Staring at this despicable pair, who had once caused my tragic demise, a tidal wave of fury surged within me. Yet, it settled into nothing more than a faint, icy smile on my lips. "Then stay here," I said, my voice cold and steady. "Rot in this place alongside your precious Freddie. After all, trash like you belong in the garbage heap."

“Marry me? Aren’t you scared of death?”Rumor has it Eliljah Moses is a jinx to everyone close to him, that his ill fate was the reason both his sisters and three fiancees had all died.Sally Summers married him with no expectations, and was ready to embrace death should it come for her.Initially she thought she would have to care for him, but little did she expect to be pampered to the nines by him.In his words, “She’s my woman, only I can bully her.”He also said, “Whoever dares to touch my woman, I’ll be sure to make their lives a living hell.”He even said, “My woman will bear me a pile of children!”

I was twelve when Henry Shaw took me home from the orphanage, gave me a new name, put me through school, and gave me a good life. Ten years later, his first love returned from abroad. Her name sounded like mine, and her face looked like a mirror image. I quickly realized I had been a stand-in all along. Crushing the diagnosis in my pocket, I decided that I was going to live the rest of my life for myself, even if I did not have much time left.