Novel & Cerita Art Book Hunter X Hunter

"I want to be there for you, to protect you and show you the beauty in life. Let me be your guide, my love." Kimani Campbell, a young artist, is drawn into the dark world of gang lord Dallas Ortega after being captivated by one of his paintings. Dallas is intrigued by Kimani's innocence and art, and as they explore the city together, they find a connection that transcends their different worlds. Kimani shows Dallas the beauty of life, while he reveals the harsh reality of the city. They face challenges, but they stand by each other and discover a love that defies all odds. In a world filled with violence and despair, Kimani and Dallas's story is a testament to the power of lov

"You didn't ask for the bite but you got it anyways, now you are one of us" A female voice entered Alexander's ears. After so many years of being hidden the supernatural world slowly emerges to the real world. All due to the hunt for power, the hunt for the Wolf's Legacy. During this hunt some teenagers are caught in the cross fire and drawn to the battle. One of them his Alexander Marshall a teenager beaten by the Primordial Alpha who possesses the Wolf's Legacy. Alexander is gifted with the Wolf's Legacy via the bite now danger lurks around him while he struggles for his survival, trying to protect his loved ones same time trying to live a normal life. And well his love life,

After dying nine times at the hands of her cursed husband, Elowen jumps through a mystical portal into the modern world to break the loop—only to find that her killer is now her doctor, and the demon between them is hungrier than ever.

"What do you f**king want?" his voice was warm against my neck, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "You," I breathed shamelessly. "I want you." "Do you know what it means to want me?" he asked, his finger trailing down my navel. I shook my head, shivering. "It means taking everything I have to offer. It means surrendering to my world. Are you sure you want all of that, tesoro?" I gave a quick nod. "Yes." **** Gabriel was given a task to watch Arielle—to protect her. What started as a duty turned into a habit. Habit turned into obsession until he began to crave her like a drug. Arielle never planned to fall for him—the man with the double identity. But with every look, every addicti

#R18.. SHE SPENT TEN YEARS LOCKED UP ONLY TO BE BOUGHT BY THE MAN WHO MIGHT JUST BE INVOLVED IN HER MISFORTUNE. Aurelia Costa has spent her almost all her adolescent in an auction house where girls are being bought like cattles. The ones who don’t get successfully auctioned gets beaten and sexually assaulted. Everything changes for her when she gets auctioned by a mysterious mafia boss. He’s the strangest person she has ever seen as she feels uncomfortable whenever she’s near him.She doesn’t know what he wants from her— why he bought her. But she knows one thing, and that’s the fact that he’s absolutely dangerous for her. And his twin might just be her mate. What starts as a game of

Rosie, an introvert whose presence feels like serenity to Anthony. Two people with completely different natures, from two different worlds find themselves consumed by one other. Rosie finally feels seen, Anthony finally realizes what magic feels like. While they keep being pulled towards each other like magnets, they are kept apart by their own doubts and hesitations.

"Gemma, we agreed on ten years. That time is up now. I'd like to leave with Kira." "You know he never liked her," she added quietly. In the quiet of the coffee house, Josie Carr spoke with a bitter expression. She had lived with Graham Holloway for ten years—ten long years, and still, she hadn't managed to thaw his heart. It wasn't love that brought them a child—it was a night of drunken confusion. He'd pushed her onto the bed, dazed and careless, and Kira came from that. Afterward, he gave her a villa and agreed to let her keep the baby. His only condition was simple: the child must never call him father. Publicly, Graham remained a single man. "I will never marry you. Don't hold out

Jessica Jane is invisible by design. Quiet, soft spoken, and almost painfully unassuming, she spends her days hidden behind oversized glasses and paint stained hands in her elegant city art gallery. To the people around her, she is simply a gifted but awkward artist, a woman who keeps to herself and pours her emotions into hauntingly beautiful paintings that seem to possess an almost unsettling depth. Critics call her work raw. Emotional. Alive. They have no idea how right they are. Behind the gallery walls lies a secret darker than anyone could imagine. Jessica's masterpieces are not created with ordinary paint. Mixed into every canvas is the blood of the men she chooses as her subjects

From the time I was little, something in me was always a little off—I never listened to the whole story, only half of it. My grandmother called me a good-for-nothing who was financially burdening the family. She bought a little boy to be my younger brother and told me to take good care of him. I understood the part about buying a child, so I immediately called the police and reported her for illegal human trafficking. My father pointed at my face and cursed me for being unfilial, accusing me of cutting off his family line. I obeyed him, crept into his room while he slept that night, and used a knife to "cut off his lineage." My father screamed in agony. In the chaos, he accidentally kille

Sara's legs straddling Austin's lap, their lips clashed in a fierce, passionate kiss. The sound of their lips meeting was like a spark, igniting a flame that threatened to consume them. "Mmm," Sara murmured, her lips vibrating against Austin's. "I hate you," Austin growled, his hands grasping her hips, pulling her closer. His fingers dug into her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Sara's hands were just as busy, her fingers tracing the lines of Austin's face, her thumbs brushing against his lips. "I hate you too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their kissing. Their lips parted for a moment, and Austin's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of Sara's lower li