Amma Sharp Objects

"You must regret calling off our engagement, right?!" I smiled faintly as my ex-fiancé lifted his chin proudly. "I don't regret it one bit for throwing out trash like you." Ethan was stunned. He couldn't accept that I had the courage to confront him. His pride had also been trampled upon when I called him 'trash.' Ethan raised one hand, about to slap me. However, his hand was caught by a large, muscular hand. "Uncle Nathaniel?" Ethan was shocked. His knees suddenly went weak at his uncle's sharp, cold gaze. "Be polite to your aunt." Ethan's eyes widened. He was even more shocked when Nathaniel's hand moved from my waist and embraced me affectionately. Ethan couldn't believe it. The ex-fiancée he'd left was now his aunt?!

Elena never imagined her world would shatter in a single night. To save her father’s honor, she was forced to marry Adrian Velasco, the cold, untouchable heir feared by everyone around him. To society, they appear to be the perfect couple. Adrian plays the role of a devoted husband, but behind closed doors, his words are sharp, his rules unbreakable, and his kiss feels more like a claim than a sign of love. Elena is trapped in a marriage built on power, not choice. Yet the more she resists, the deeper she is drawn into Adrian’s world. His unexpected tenderness, his dangerous protectiveness, and the secrets hiding in his eyes leave her torn between fear and longing. Is she only his possession, bound by loyalty, or can she become the one woman who will break through his armor and claim his heart? A story of forced vows, forbidden emotions, and a love that begins where trust seems impossible.

A story about..... Yun Xi, an orphan but beautiful, suave and smart to the core. And, Mo Shan, rich, handsome but cold. ***** After the death of his elder brother and sister-in-law, Mo Shan decided to adopt his 5 years old nephew. His only goal was to raise his nephew properly and make him his heir. Being an orphan, Yun Xi's only wish was to have a stable life and a peaceful, happy family. But, after being pregnant out of wedlock, her life took a sharp turn. What will happen when these two meet and what sparks will it create in their life? ****** EXCERPT: "Careful! You will hurt my child", Mo Shan shouted. "I thought the child was mine?", Yun Xi mumbled. "But you both are mine now.", he replied hearing her mumbling. 'But I was just bending to pick up the file. How will I hurt the child?', she thought in her mind. ****NO RAPE OR ANY MAJOR MISUNDERSTANDING****

Aurora Hemsworth's life is doomed when she's forced to marry the Alpha of Knight Bloodline to protect the royal werewolf bloodlines from the attack of the new creatures that dwell at night. But she'll die rather than give up her freedom to some dominating Alpha she never met before. So she has one choice left- SpellMoon Academy. An academy for witches and werewolves to learn and become the best of their capabilities. And the winner of the Annual competition becomes the leader of the academy, getting their army to defeat any powerful entity in the world. Yet fate takes a sharp turn when she finds out that the man she was running away from studies in the same academy. Will she be able to steer clear of her biggest fear to win the competition and save the fate of the bloodlines? Or will she fall for it? "When I heard about the marriage proposal, I was sure to not fall in this marriage trap. But after meeting you, I'm not so sure anymore."

The smoothie shop was a whirlwind of activity during the lunch rush when a customer's call shattered my focus. "Is this the manager?" a sharp voice demanded. "I ordered a smoothie with just a touch of sugar. Why is it so sweet?" I checked her order and explained calmly, "Miss, Chocolate Bliss has a naturally sweet base." Not long after, she called again. "I asked for five ice cubes. Why are there only four?" Swamped and barely keeping up, I apologized and moved on. Before I could catch my breath, the phone rang once more. "I requested the guy in the black shirt to deliver my order. Why did a girl show up?" Suppressing my irritation, I clarified, "Miss, we handle the drinks; deliveries are managed by couriers." Finally, the calls stopped. But as the rush subsided, the headquarters called, telling me that a customer had lodged a complaint, accusing me of seducing her boyfriend.

“Spread those thighs, little one.” His voice was a low growl as his hand closed around her hips. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she gasped, trembling as he dragged her down to his mouth. “Mmmhh… Daddy’s good girl,” he muttered darkly against her slick heat. “From this moment, your body, your screams, your soul—belong to me.” **************************************** He bought her with blood money. He keeps her with chains and silk. She swears she’ll never bend, but in his world of shadows and sin, defiance only feeds his hunger. In Naples, he’s “Il Diavolo”—the devil every man fears. To her, he’s the ruthless savior who dragged her from an auction block straight into hell. And hell has never felt so addictive. Claimed by the Don is a dark mafia romance laced with filthy dominance, dangerous obsession, and a love story sharp enough to cut.

The night of her Luna Ceremony was supposed to crown Aria Vale’s destiny. Instead, it destroyed her. Betrayed, branded a human, and cast out by the pack that once worshipped her, she lost everything in a single strike of treachery. At Moonveil Academy, Aria sheds her name and becomes Arian Vale, a boy with sharp eyes and sharper secrets. But when the cold and untouchable heir, Lioran Veylar, feels the pull of the mate bond toward her, sparks ignite in the shadows. Wolves despise humans, rivals circle like predators, and even Lioran’s own twin plots betrayal. Yet the deadliest secret lies not in their bond but in her blood. an elegy born of fire and moonlight. A scarlet wolf destined to rise, and when betrayal strikes again, this time from the one closest to the throne, Aria must decide whether to keep running from the ruins of her past or strike back with a vengeance that could crown her queen... or destroy them all.

When I turned 18, my mother married my stepfather, a retired mafia kingpin, and I moved with her into a luxurious mansion. Just when I thought my life was heading toward happiness, my stepbrother, the new mafia boss, stormed into my life. He was like a devil, with delicate eyebrows, a high, sharp nose, and lips that were always tightly pressed together beneath a cold expression. Every time our eyes met, I felt a chill run through me, making it hard to breathe. I tried my best to avoid him, but he had no intention of letting me go. “My stepsister, from the moment I first saw you, I knew I couldn’t let you go. You can’t escape—you’re destined to be mine.” I stared into his possessive eyes as his body pressed down on mine. “No, you're my stepbrother, we can't……"

Due to my deceased father, the government decided I may have an inside to the fighting force we need to save humanity. They call him King of the Shadow Warriors. Shadow Warriors are elite fighters, who, after shifting form, have sharp claws and teeth capable of eviscerating a human without blinking an eye. If that isn’t a reason to run the other direction, I don’t know what is. The problem? We need the Shadow Warriors or we die. To gain their trust, I must impress King.My government sent me in a short dress and heels to do the job. They seem to think a sexy body will increase their chances of gaining his help. I took the assignment freely even though my feelings on the outcome offer no comfort.That brings me to the biggest problem in the entire scenario: King will eat me!Shifter King is created by Holly S Roberts/D’Elen McClain, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."