Novel & Cerita All American Dream

They say that love heals all….but what happens when the other half of your soul is torn away from you???What happens when you have not even begun your life and then you are all alone?Would you sell your soul to the Devil for a chance to be re-united with your love again? Would you take on the bargain with the Devil so that you might get a chance to find your soul-mate once more?Seventeen year old Aithusa, does that. She becomes a demonic creature from a normal human being selling her soul for eternal slavery just for the sake of her love. She becomes a Succubus for more than a millennia becoming a sexual slave for Hell only to forget her ordeals every twenty years and start afresh. But what happens when her love is finally in front of her and she has no memory of him? What happens when it turns out that the Devil has done nothing but tricked her into forgetting the only one for whom she had sold her soul?Will she remember who she was? Who she is? Will her love make her soul whole again and bring it back from the clutches of hell?

Zara hates Harper because he is an egotistical player, sleeps with every girl, and has broken her sister's heart. She has had her whole life planned out. For now, she plans to go through her senior year with her two best friends. But all her plans seem to go down the drain when suddenly, one day Harper notices Zara. Zara is thrust into a world she never knew existed and now has to fight the battles that were never her's, to begin with.

Seven years I spent with Jason Shaw, but I never got a ring. Rather, all I received was an invitation to another person's wedding. That day, as a wedding planner, I was at the rehearsal, making last-minute adjustments. Looking up, I saw the man whom I waited every day to reply to my messages, walking down the aisle, arm in arm with another bride. "Her boyfriend had something urgent come up, so I'm filling in for him," he said, standing straight, his tone light, a small smile on his lips. But his eyes couldn't hide the hurt, like a child who lost his favorite toy. As if that wasn't enough, he told me to hand over my wedding plan. He patted me on the shoulder, saying sincerely, "There's no rush for us. We've got plenty of time. I promise I'll give you an even better wedding. Just help me out this time. It's not like I'm not going to marry you." He didn't know that I had revised the wedding plan hundreds of times, even counted and recounted the bouquets seven times. To me, it wasn't mere work—it was a dream I held for five long years. I didn't argue anymore, just quietly stepped aside. Later, I lay alone in a hospital bed, listening to the rain tapping against the window from outside. I counted each drop as the hours slipped through my fingers. Perhaps those who worked so hard to create happiness for others had lost the right to their own happiness.

If you started having hyper realistic dreams about a boy you've never met, living in a land you've never visited, your first reaction probably wouldn't be to leave home and everything you know just for the small chance of finding him, right? You would just convince yourself they were just dreams, and you were going crazy. I mean, no rational person would swim through a portal, enter another world, and discover not only is their dream boy very much real, but they have another soul mate anxiously waiting for the day you save their people and lead them in the new age. Right?

On the last day of the deadline for the loan repayment, I went to Liam Sommer's stepsister, Christine Sommer, to ask for the 300,000 dollars I had lent her. The next day, Liam threw a ledger I had never seen before in front of me. Liam said, "On your birthday last year, I transferred 8,100 dollars to you. On our tenth anniversary, I transferred 108,000 dollars to you. Also, at the beginning of every month, I transfer 20,000 dollars to you for your living expenses. You must pay me back by the end of today." I froze, but Liam smiled without a hint of warmth. "What’s wrong? You can't afford to repay me? Evelyn Lancaster, you shouldn't have given Christy trouble. This is my lesson to you. If you don't pay me back today, let's not meet for the next three years, and don't come looking for me." Over the next three years, I never saw Liam again, nor did I go looking for him. While he and Christine traveled around the world and wore couple rings, I married my childhood friend in front of our family and friends. While he and Christine walked along the beach and kissed, I moved into a new house with my husband, our cat, and our dog. Everything was moving along smoothly, but why was Liam standing under the window of my house in the middle of the night, crying and saying that he was unhappy?

"I want you back at all cost!" Sidd groaned, glaring bitterly at me. He was both jealous and angry and I was ready to add salt to his injury. The corners of my lips curled into a smirk. "And that chance is what you will never get. I already promised myself with my mother's grave that I will never forgive you," I said with all the seriousness I could muster. "Besides, I am engaged to Veer." ***** Voiding her mother's advice, Nadia, who loved Sidd, a movie star with all her heart got pregnant for him. He abandoned her, getting engaged to Ria, his co-actor. The pregnancy shock killed Nadia's mother. Her heart shattered into millions of pieces, giving birth to his son, and being forced to stay out of his life completely. But after many years when Nadia found herself in the same industry as Sidd, Sidd suddenly felt possessive of her. But it was too late when Nadia showed him her engagement ring to Sidd's rival, Veer.

Karen had the simple life of a servant and a Novice Mage until the day that the kingdom was attacked. Join her as she ventures into a new world of danger, treachery, and maybe even love. The search for the key to the Zargan defeat pushes our heroine to the edge- Will light or dark overcome her?

“You can call me when you’re lonely. I’ll be your temporary fix.” Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but sex and I wanted nothing more than too. I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again. He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel down in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand and conquering all over the world on the other. Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show him how to love.

She has dreamed of him for as long as she can remember. A voice in the dark. A presence that never left. A phantom touch that felt more real than anything in her waking world. But dragons are extinct… aren’t they? Lyra Blackwood has spent her life as an outsider—unshifted, unwanted, and overlooked by the very pack she’s destined to lead. While others find their fated mates, she is left behind, haunted by dreams of a man who cannot possibly exist. Until the day he wakes. Vaelrion Rhaziel has waited centuries for her. Watched her. Protected her. Claimed her long before she ever knew his name. As the future king of a dying dragon race, he carries the weight of extinction, loss, and a bond that can never be broken. And now that he’s found her? He isn’t letting her go. Not her pack. Not another male. Not even her own fear. Because dragons do not choose twice. And Lyra has always been his.

Natalie Brooke asked me to cook dumplings for her stepfather, Michael Sawyer. When the dumplings were knocked over and burned Michael's hand, she assumed that I was being disrespectful to an elder. So, she ordered the bodyguards to put me into a large pot, saying she would boil me until I was cooked as punishment. "Since you burned Michael, I will make you pay the price!" The water in the pot grew hotter, causing my whole body to be scalded red. All I could breathe was the scorching steam. I desperately pounded on the lid, but it had long been locked. I screamed in despair as I clawed the edges with all my strength. Blood overflowed from the pot and dripped onto the ground, but no one cared. Just before I succumbed to death, I summoned the system and yelled, "I want to go back! I refuse to save Natalie. I don't care if she becomes a vegetable!"