Alicia Jade Tongue

Everyone in Dexterford High School knew Shawn Beckett - the most intelligent boy with an IQ of 227 and 5.0 GPA. He was excellent at everything he did - sports, art, studying, to mention a few. To crown it all, he was incredibly handsome. The role model of every boy and the dream of every girl, he was loved by everyone. But, no one understood why he always hung out with the school loser, Jade Adler, always getting into trouble for her. Jade Adler is an average teenage student, trying to get through high school without killing anyone. Her Gothic makeup and bitchy attitude repelled people from her. But, she just couldn't get Shawn to stay away from her. He has promised to never leave her side. She has vowed to never let another person get hurt because of her or her revenge. Follow them both as they struggle to make it through highschool, save each other and fall in love.

I loved him more than anything in the world. He was all I had since I moved to the new city. Hell! We were engaged, but he took my heart and shattered it like a broken glass. When I look into the mirror, all I see are hurt pieces of me, Now I am stuck dealing with the consequences for the rest of my life! I am a werewolf, a female werewolf. The only one under the sun that ever survived the changing. I struggle to keep my sanity while fighting my thirst for blood and breathing things. They kept me in a glorified prison which they call a filthy pack! I Can’t keep living like this! I can’t keep seeing the face of the one who destroyed my life every day. I don't care if I become a lone wolf, nor do I care if I am hunted by them for the rest of my life as a stray, I have to get out of this place!

Love is a Lie. As a photographer for the New York Post, Kari Martin was used to seeing heartache and scandal up close. But one night at the club… her whole world changed. Heartbroken and willing to call off her wedding, she decides a change is in order and moves from NYC to a small town in Maine, where the average age of the residents there is sixty (or thereabouts). She works to fit in perfectly, and tries like hell not to let anyone find out just how very jaded she’s recently become over the lie called love. Jake Isaac left Texas quite a few years ago; his heart torn from his chest, and his mind set on being a bachelor forever. Maine would welcome him, give him land to explore and a community to belong to. Getting a job as the coach of the local junior high and serving on the fire department kept him busy — and labeled him a hometown hero — but the truth of his damaged heart was forever hidden. No one would ever know just how jaded he was about love. That is… until he meets Kari.

A passionate one night stand on the eve of her wedding day. A rejection. A branding. Humiliation. All were not what Zara expected to happen on her wedding eve, and her wedding day as well. If anything, she had expected a perfect wedding, and an even more perfect married life. But everything fell apart due to a single mistake. Or was it one at all? No idea. But what Zara knew was that her life had been ruined. That was, until Chase, the Lycan king showed up. Will her fate be changed? Or will things get worse?

jade's world is about to turn upside down when the unsuspected death of her father sends jade and her mother across country to new town, new school and a whole new world she's never known about . will jade freak out and lose everything or will she get everything and more.

Le dos de Lana heurta le mur alors que Lancelot s'avançait vers elle, les yeux remplis de frustration et d'autre chose. Quelque chose de plus dangereux . « Je ne t'appartiens pas », cracha-t-elle en levant le menton. Lance sourit, d'un sourire qui lui donna des frissons dans le dos. Ses mains s'abattirent contre le mur de chaque côté de sa tête, l'emprisonnant. « Ah bon ? » Sa voix était grave. « Alors pourquoi me regardes-tu comme si tu voulais que je te prenne ici même ? » Elle se retrouva soudain incapable de respirer et se maudit pour la façon dont son corps la trahissait. Son regard se posa sur ses lèvres et il se pencha juste assez pour qu'elle sente son souffle, sa chaleur. « Menteuse. » Elle appuya ses paumes contre son torse, avec l'intention de le repousser, mais dès qu'elle le toucha, ses doigts se recroquevillèrent, le rapprochant d'elle au contraire. « Tu vois ? Tu parles comme si tu me détestais, mais ton corps ? » Son genou se glissa entre ses cuisses, les écartant légèrement. « Ton corps raconte une toute autre histoire, ma chérie. » Lana retint son souffle, le cœur battant à tout rompre contre ses côtes. « Tu es un salaud arrogant. » « Et toi, murmura-t-il en effleurant ses lèvres contre sa mâchoire, la taquinant, la ruinant, tu trembles. « Je te déteste », murmura-t-elle, mais sa voix était essoufflée, faible. Il releva enfin la tête, sa bouche à quelques centimètres de la sienne. « Non, ce n'est pas vrai », dit-il avec assurance. « Tu me désires, Lana. Tu m'as toujours désiré. » Son pouls battait dans ses oreilles tandis que ses doigts descendaient le long de son bras, puis plus bas, effleurant à peine la courbe de sa taille.

By my third month on the job, I discovered that my coworkers had been calling me "the old crow" behind my back. The nickname came from none other than Jace's condescending secretary—because at 32, I was still clutching onto an eight-year relationship that hadn't ended in marriage. I confronted Jace. "Do you know your employees have been calling me the old crow?" He didn't even bother to look up. "That's just Sadie—she speaks her mind and means no harm. You're 32; why get so worked up over what a young girl says?" Then he gave me a faint, mocking smile. "Though honestly, it's a pretty fitting nickname." It felt like a cold hand had wrapped around my heart. So that was it—eight years of my youth, nothing more than a joke to him. I turned and walked away, handed in my resignation, and blocked every way he could reach me. But for the first time, the man who had always seemed so calm and untouchable finally panicked. "Elara," he pleaded, "please come back."

In my third month of employment, I realized that my colleagues were calling me an old geezer behind my back. This nickname came from Wanda Stewart’s arrogant and ambitious assistant. I had hit the age of 32, but was still clinging onto the last vestiges of hope of marriage after eight long years of our relationship. I asked Wanda, “Do you know that your subordinates call me an old geezer?” She said without batting an eyelid, “That’s just the way Samuel is. He’s just a straight-talker and he’s just kidding. You’re already 32, are you seriously fussing about this?” She then chuckled, “You two are really alike.” My heart turned cold. Turns out that eight years of my youth were nothing but a joke to her. I turned to leave, resigning from my post and blocking her. Yet, the woman who was always so calm and cool started panicking. “Jansen Graham, please come back to me.”

After working overtime every day for a month, I finally completed an important code that could save my company. Five minutes into my break, my team leader, Fiona Smith, suddenly hit me in the head with her file. “Because you spent so much time in the office, our electricity bill this month has increased by 15 kWh! Do you see this office as a free air-conditioning supplier?” I was about to defend myself when she angrily pointed at my cell phone and tablet on my desk. “You’re charging your devices here? You should charge them at home! Aren’t you aware of the company’s current condition?” I could no longer hold back my anger. “Fiona, I’ve been working overtime. I’m not here doing nothing!” “Can’t you do overtime at home instead? For a fresh graduate, you sure know how to exploit the company’s resources. Who knows what other despicable things you might be capable of doing in the future?!” Fiona yelled. I stared at her twisted expression and suddenly chuckled. If only my parents had seen me working so hard over such a trivial matter. They would have immediately asked me to quit and work in their company instead. I grabbed the flash drive with the important code and called my secretary. “Jane, I’d like to purchase Galaxy Corporation, and I want it to be the best in the industry.”

I never meant to give my virginity to the devil. Two weeks later, I walked down the aisle in white…and found him waiting at the altar. Zayden Romano killed my groom. Took his place. Made me his wife to destroy my father. He calls me leverage. A pawn. His revenge. But the way he pins me down at 3 a.m., spreads me open, and growls “mine” while I come apart on his tongue doesn’t feel like revenge. It feels like obsession. He’s the monster I’m supposed to hate. So why am I begging the devil for more?