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Cassie Hale had survived all her life by being invisible, the one who slips through hallways, voice barely above a whisper, every fear and aching want buried in a diary she swore would stay hidden. Until it didn’t. One cruel click, and “The Quiet Girl’s Unquiet Desires” explodes across Renaissance Academy’s gossip page. And worse the fantasies were about the three untouchable Alphas who rule the school. Caspian, the golden hockey captain whose Northwood blood makes him lethal on ice and off. Luka, the dark-eyed musician whose rogue scent still carries the wild edge of richest territories, the South wood. Ash, the brilliant, silver-tongued class president whose lineage were said to be the wisest, the Westwood. Three rival wolves, three enemy packs, all shoved into the same academy to learn how to leash the beasts inside them. Cassie braces for destruction. Instead, the school can’t look away. Her shame becomes their obsession. And the Alphas finally notice the quiet girl whose words taste like mate-bond and heartbreak. But the ones who stole her diary aren’t done. They’ll dig until the very end. With more enemies rising everyday, and the mate bonds with the territory's heirs. What could possibly go wrong?

I gave birth prematurely, just twenty days before the due date. Two hours after I entered the surgery room, I had a stillborn baby. I did not cry at all. I did not even spare a glance at the dead baby. I endured the pain from childbirth and calmly walked into the hospital nursery. After the door was tightly shut, I turned down the temperature of the air-conditioning. The temperature inside the nursery would be too cold for newborns to bear after an hour. The doctors and parents were begging me on their knees to let their babies live. They screamed and cried. They said I was a mother and hoped that I would understand. Instead, I laughed and said, “Yes, I was a mother. But my baby died!” The gynecologist knelt on the floor and begged, “We may be at fault for not being able to save your baby, but these babies are innocent! “Please don’t be reckless just because you lost your baby! You’re so young. You’ll have more babies in the future.” I gritted my teeth and roared, “But my baby isn’t dead! “She’s still alive. I’ll give you one hour. Bring her back to me!” But I was unsure if she would still be alive after an hour.

While doing my girlfriend Bianca White's laundry, I found an envelope with a certified marriage certificate and a wedding photo between her clothes. In the wedding photo against the white background, the young man beside her smiled with bright, reckless confidence. I shook all over and slammed the document down in front of her. Bianca gave it one calm glance, then tapped the young man's face in the photo with her fingertip. "Mason Rivers. You know him. He failed to get into grad school and tried to kill himself last year and I saved him, so we exchanged numbers. He wouldn't have come to me unless he was desperate. "His parents are very controlling. Back home, they were trying to force him into a marriage and give up on his education. As an educator, I couldn't just stand by and watch him die, so I helped him." Bianca said it so casually, as if she had only done him a small favor. However, the marriage certificate and wedding photo would not go away. I stared at it, then suddenly laughed until I almost cried. I had waited eight whole years for that certificate, yet I had never once gotten Bianca to say "Let's get married" even now. I never expected Mason to get it with one sentence.

My fiancé’s first love Chloe had returned. Rumor had it she’d been overseas, treating some rare disease. I hadn’t believed it—until the day she showed up at my engagement party. And I watched as the man I’d been hopelessly in love with since I was sixteen left our party with her. “Wait for me,” Nathan said, “She is fragile. I need to make sure she is well.” He ignored me, but accompanying her to everywhere. I threw away the rings, trashed the wedding gown. When I was pale and trembling from a heart failure later. Nathan finally showed up. “Don’t you dare die on me, Emily,” His hands were shaking. His voice cracked. “We still have a wedding.”

Living a double standard of lives is always very difficult for wizards and it becomes even more difficult when half of the magical world has already been destroyed by the evil dragons and the leftover kingdoms were living under the sword of getting conquered. In this deadly situation. Marcus and Mars who were also the victims of the attack survived since the age of 10. Their father, the king Richard was declared dead when people saw him falling down the abyss and didn’t return back even after 15 years and their mother, Queen Vincent slipped into a state of coma after her encounter with the strongest killing spell. Both the twin princes somehow grew up got educated both ways i.e wizardry education and the muggles way of education. MARCUS, the elder twin prince turned out to be the famous, rude and ruthless business tycoon of the country whereas MARS his 5 minutes younger brother grown up as kind and humble Doctor. One and the only thing is common in both is that both they want to take the revenge from the murderer of their father. Unfortunately, No one was there to answer their numerous questions about who in actual attacked their kingdom and killed their father.Jacob a betrayer minister grew them and took care of them, manipulative the children innocent mind to attack according to him. He sparks the flames in their heart.* Will the princes ever can take their revenge?*Will ever Queen woke up, unfolds the truth?* Will dragon get what they deserve?

We had been married for five years, but Chuck Gorman spent more than half his time at the condo opposite the river. He claimed that his older brother, Calvin, had passed away at a young age, leaving behind his widow, who had no one to depend on, and that as Calvin's brother, he was responsible for taking care of both families. This was a Gorman family value of upholding loyalty and kinship. I had believed his words then. To help him uphold his loyalty and dignity, I tolerated it whenever he was absent during important holidays and said nothing when he split his time between his sister-in-law and me during Christmas dinner. I even had to hold back my tongue when others mocked me for being a weak woman who was willing to 'share her husband'. However, Chuck had always been gentle yet distant when he spoke to me. This continued until we were involved in an accident with several collisions. The car we were in was wrecked. As I shielded my heavily pregnant belly, I broke out in cold sweat from the pain. I kept hitting the window while shouting, "Chuck! Save the baby…" Chuck climbed out from the driver's seat and glanced at my bleeding body, only to turn away to pry open the car door of the back seat. He shielded Sandi Lemming tightly in his arms, holding her against his chest despite her suffering only minor scratches on the forehead. "Don't look, Sandi. It's okay. I'm right here." He patted her gently on the back while comforting her over and over to calm her nerves. As for me, I was stuck inside the car due to the dented car door. I realized that it was not loyalty and kinship he was practising. He was just unable to see Sandi come to harm at all.

Elena Rosewood agreed to marry Edward Ashford to save her family from ruin. For two long years, she endured a cold, loveless marriage and the constant scorn of the Ashford family—all for a love she was carrying alone. But everything changed the night Edward gave her a devastating ultimatum. Divorce him… or sleep with another man to give him an heir. With her mother’s medical expenses entirely funded by the Ashfords, Elena has no choice but to agree. Yet what was supposed to be her final sacrifice becomes the beginning of an even greater downfall… when the man Edward sends to her bed turns out to be Cedric Ashford—his own adopted younger brother.

The book is the first-person account of a young biracial Mexican and African American woman, Evelyn Rosalyn Amiss. She repeatedly transports in time between her home in Texas and then Newark, New Jersey to different time periods. She meets and helps some of her ancestors along the way. This is my first journey into a fantasy, time travel novel. I hope you stick around for each riveting, historical and spicy page turner. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living, or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Roses are red. His love I dread. He owns me. And my body too. Daddy's little princess, mummy's favorite but the mafia lord's little toy. He bought me, claimed me, made me his; body and soul. He tainted me. I'm now his obsession too. I belong to him. And he never let me forget. I'm his prisoner, his medicine and pain. The thirst to escape runs through me like a wild fire. But the toxicity of his voice tattooed in my mind and his touch imprinted on my soul kept me grounded. I'm addicted. But with him, it was something dark and crazy.

My husband Justin Lansing and I run a breakfast cart in Cratertown. We're up at two in the morning every day. We made thirty thousand dollars last year. When we drove home for the holidays, Justin had a little too much to drink and slapped the car keys onto the table. That same night his uncle pulled him into a card game. By morning he had lost everything. Thirty thousand dollars and the car. He came home and went to his knees on the floor. I rolled up my sleeves and pulled our daughter's New Year money out of my pocket. "Today you're coming with me. You're going to watch how I play."