Attack On Titan Author

Kris left her wife and their girlfriend to pursue other dreams in a new town only to find herself nightly in their dreams. Will these women be able to handle the onslaught of realistic errotic dreams and move on with thier boring lives? Or will they find each other again and pick up the pieces of a shattered life they once shared?

After having a continuous nightmare of drowning in the river and trying to live her life the best of her abilities Kim Yoonji is about to loose it all. Or maybe just maybe gain it all.The story is about a 21 year old girl with firing red personality and looks of a goddess. She wants to become famous and she is hell bent on making that dream true.Inspite of having all the bad luck in the world she has the guts to smile. She can flatter the night away or if not then she will burn it down. What would happen when her ancestral gene starts getting activated and she couldnt hold her power anymore?Add a jerk playboy known as the ice prince in to the mix and you will get a nice little medium fried platter of craziness.

My husband Bruno's goomah was pregnant with their second child. At the family dinner, he caressed his lover Ava's rounded belly. "This one will be a boy, the future heir to the Marino family. As my wife, it is your duty to raise him." This was the second time he had openly acknowledged one of his bastards. I didn't make a scene like I had before. I just calmly lifted my head and looked Bruno straight in the eye. Raucous laughter erupted from the family members around the table. "Remember last time, when she acted like a madwoman? Looks like she's finally learned her place." "The Rossi family's businesses have all been carved up. What can she do besides be an infertile trophy wife? She'll be kicked to the curb sooner or later." Bruno's face was expressionless, allowing them to hurl their insults at me. I fought back the tears burning my eyes and even managed a small smile. "Bruno, let's get a divorce." Bruno looked as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world, his lips curling into a dismissive smirk. "Liliana, if you can come up with the hundred million dollars you owe this family, I'll sign the papers right now. Otherwise, stop making a scene." I didn't argue, and just dialed an encrypted number. "I accept the terms we discussed." A lazy laugh echoed from the other end of the line. "A hundred million? Merely the cost of a port. I can have it for you anytime, my princess."

Miles Clark has forgotten everything about his past. His dreams of a half-frozen woman guarded by a white wolf deep in a forest may be clue to reclaiming his memories, but each night she and her familiar appear more fragile and weak. He knows he must light the fire to save them both and to reclaim his memories.

Molly's world is unraveling. Her little sister is sick, her parents are drowning in debt, and their home is a week from foreclosure. Out of options, Molly auctions off the only thing she has left: her virginity. It was meant to be a one-time arrangement. No feelings. No complications. But when Billionaire Tanner Mosey offers more money with the strings of a contract, Molly finds herself tangled in something far deeper than she bargained for.

Zero is a fiery assassin contracted to kill Alex, a billionaire scientist, but on her way, she has a ghastly accident. In a twist of fate, same man she was sent to kill, champions the cause for her survival by paying her hospital bills and bringing her into his home to take care of her. A series of events take place which lead to their getting emotionally close - so close that sparks begin to fly. Question that keeps popping up in zero's mind is who is she and why does she feel this type of way for the man who says he's her boss. You see, Zero has lost her memory, she doesn't remember a thing. That's probably where the problem lies. A whole lot of drama later and she finds out things are not as they seem. Certain people have been yanking her chains. They have to pay!

Tyrell has always been one for being on his own. He meet someone and then he realises how much love has to offer.

I die in the corridor of the private hospital my husband established after being forced to give my heart to his true love. Before my death, my six-year-old son tearfully begs him to save me thrice. The first time, he holds my husband's hand and says I'm coughing up blood. My husband sneers. "Looks like she's learned tricks—she knows how to teach children to lie now." Then, he has his bodyguards kick my son out of the ward. The second time, my son grabs his sleeve and says I'm in so much pain that I'm incoherent. My husband frowns. "It's just a heart transplant. The doctor said she won't die." The bodyguards step forward and drag my son out of the ward again. The third time, my son grovels at my husband's feet and grabs his pants, sobbing and saying that I'm already unconscious. My husband is infuriated. He grabs my son by the neck and throws him out of the ward. "I told you Nadia won't die! I'll throw her and you out of the hospital if you come here and disturb Ruby's rest again!" My son gives his most previous item—a guardian angel pendant—to a nurse to save me. The nurse accepts it and arranges for me to be admitted to the last available ward in the hospital. However, Ruby Sharpe has someone stand before it with her pet dog. She says, "Sorry, kiddo. Your father's worried I'll be bored without my dog, so this ward has been set aside for my dog to stay in."

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Luna Salvador will do anything to save her daughter's life and that includes conning Alex Cooper, the wealthiest bachelor in Houston who ruined her only chance of getting the job that would solve her biggest problem. Alex Cooper discovers Luna's game and desires nothing more than to crush her under his feet but he finds himself falling head over heels for the feisty mother and her adorable daughter. What happens when Luna turns down Alex's offer of love?

To my parents, I was their obedient and kind daughter. To my students, I was their gentle and understanding piano teacher. To my audience, I was the star performer at the cabaret. Of all these different identities, my favorite was by far the last. I enjoyed the hungry gazes that fell on me, searing my skin like flames. I enjoyed the juxtaposition between my different identities, never tired of playing different roles. In a sense, I was born to act, and I was passionately devoted to each of my identities. So, won't you come watch me dance?