Blue Exorcist Angel

While solving one of the cases, detective Esther Moore comes across a legend that grandmother told her long ago. Soon the line between what is real and what is not gradually blurs. Are the legendary 'Scarlet Angels' real or is Esther losing her mind?

Ku Klux Klan, ripoux de la CIA, secte apocalyptique chinoise, mafia russe...Ca barde sérieux pour Charlie Blues, aviateur aventurier dragueur et bagarreur. Lui qui aime patauger dans les embrouilles, cette fois-ci, il va en avoir pour son argent. C'est le cas de le dire avec 1 million de dollars à la clé...Sans compter qu'au milieu de tout ça, surgit la sublimissime comtesse Kassandra Bianka-Stiavnica. Pas facile de séduire une aristocrate de haut-rang, quand on tombe de Charybde en Scylla. Surtout quand débarque à l'improviste Anita, sa plus que torride ex-femme, une bombe italienne au caractère aussi incendiaire que ses tenues vestimentaires...

WARNING!!!! Adult contents included as this book is fully rated "18" !!! Two strangers met and found themselves feeling like they already knew each other as the feelings of attraction glued both together. Just a park shagging which was meant to be a booty call, later emerged into a crazy romance with true identity revealed. Somira is cought in-between two young, powerful and most influential dudes from dreaded bloodlines of different cities, Lawrence and Innosine with regards to her pregnancy. Now... With whom lies the paternity of the child? And how would she scale through this dilemma? Let's see how the battle goes...

On her first day at work, a new colleague uploaded a 500-million-dollar property purchase agreement to the company group chat. The message was accompanied by the caption: “Thanks for the gift for my first day at work, Dad!” She quickly deleted it, following up with, “Sorry, wrong chat!” I frowned, recognizing the contract immediately. It was the same property my father gifted me for my birthday a month ago. Some sharp-eyed colleagues noticed the contract number and chimed in. “I have a relative in real estate. I remember this property. Our chairman bought it recently!” “So, the heiress has joined us to experience life. Forgive your humble servant for not recognizing you!” The chat was soon filled with flattering remarks. Even my stingy and miserly husband joined in. I felt a coldness in my heart and couldn’t help but respond in the group chat, “I recall the president always opposing ostentatious displays of wealth and advocating humility. This heiress seems to veer away from his usual philosophy.” Instead of support, I faced attacks from my husband and others. “Look at you being so poor and petty. How could you ever compare to Grace? Why did I ever marry someone so shortsighted?” “As if you know the president that well! I think you’re just jealous that Grace was born with a silver spoon!” I sneered coldly and, without hesitation, dialed the president’s number right in front of everyone. “Dad, I heard we’re not that close, hmm?”

Earth is being constantly attacked by an evil organisation named "Devils of the red Moon". They want the world to be their slave and whoever resists will die, all seemed lost until a few chosen ones joined forces and formed "Angels of the burning Sun" to counter the ruthless enemy.

In the heart of New York City, where dreams soar and rivalries run deep, two families are in a bitter feud: the Westwoods and the Kingsleys. This old rivalry, fueled by betrayal and loss, casts a long shadow over their lives. Charlotte Evans, a top architecture graduate, starts her dream job at Kingsley Enterprises. Raised by loving parents, Charlotte has always sensed a disconnect between her past and present. Fragmented memories of a grand mansion and an elusive family haunt her, but she has buried these thoughts, focusing on her promising career. At Kingsley Enterprises, Charlotte crosses paths with Asher Kingsley, the company's ambitious CEO. Their immediate connection—fueled by mutual admiration and powerful personal attraction—begins to grow. Asher is intrigued by Charlotte's cheerful approach to her career and a deep bond forms between them. And then there's Kianna Westwood, who views Charlotte as a threat to Asher’s affection. As Charlotte and Asher's relationship develops, old family secrets emerge, threatening to destroy everything they’ve built. Charlotte must confront her hidden past and decide whether their love can withstand the revelations that threaten to tear them apart. In New York, where every building tells a story, Charlotte and Asher’s journey is just beginning, and their love must endure the test of time and truth.

SYNOPSIS: ​Matapos mahuli ang masakit na pagtataksil ng kanyang asawang si Mark, gumuho ang mundo ng simpleng guro na si Liza. Sa gitna ng kanyang paghihinagpis, isang lalaki ang dumarating para saluhin siya—si Julian Valderama. ​Si Julian ang kagalang-galang na arkitekto na tumayong Ninong sa kasal nina Liza at Mark. Ngunit sa likod ng kanyang mga blueprint at malawak na koneksyon, may itinatago siyang madilim na sikreto: siya ay isang bilyonaryong kumikilos sa anino, at matagal na niyang pinaplano ang pag-angkin kay Liza. ​Habang dahan-dahang sinisira ni Julian ang pamilya Reyes bilang ganti sa pananakit nila kay Liza, pilit namang kumakapit si Mark sa kapangyarihan. Sa desperasyon, nakipag-alyansa si Mark sa underground kingpin na si Hector—ang tiyuhin ng kanyang ambisyosang kabit na si Cindy. ​Sa gitna ng digmaan ng legal na kapangyarihan at madilim na operasyon, kailangang mamili ni Liza: mananatili ba siya sa wasak na pundasyon ng kanyang nakaraan, o susuko siya sa mapanganib at mapang-angking proteksyon ng lalaking matagal nang bumuo ng blueprint para sa kanyang puso?

Mariposa, iyan ang tawag sa kanya. Walang pamilya, walang kaibigan. Isang babaeng mababa ang lipad. Sinisikmura ang lahat para sa pangarap. Gustong gusto na niyang makawala sa kadena. Ngunit lahat ng pangarap niya ay nag-iba noong maging kliyente niya ang isang Gustavo Aarav Bryson Salvador Duckworth, ang lalaking pinagtaksilan ng sariling nobya. Para siyang binuhusan ng malamig na tubig at tinangay ang plano niya noong makita ang malaking bulto nito sa dilim. Isang hawak lang nito sa kanya ay tiyak na mapipisa siya. "Are you that desperate for money?" malamig, malalim, at may pagkapaos ang boses nito. Kita niyang lumagok ito ng alak na lalong kinakaba niya. "Kailangan ko lang. Ngayon lang para matapos na ang lahat ng ito," mahinang rason niya at kanina pa pinipiga ang mga daliri niya sa sobrang kaba. "Fine. Ibibigay ko ang gusto mo at pag-ungol lang ang kailangan mong gawin," madiing bigkas nito at halos hindi siya nakakilos noong maramdaman ang pag-ikot ng braso nito sa bewang niya at walang sabing siniil siya nito ng halik. Ni hindi niya lubos isipin na ang isang gabing iyon ay pagkakalooban siya ng tatlong anghel. Mga anghel na walang ideya kung sino siya.

All my life, I've been thinking about the same thing...That because of who I was, I was destined to be alone forever... But who would've thought, that I was actually destined to be bound to Death himself... "His fingers went under my chin, coaxing me to look back up at him and as soon as I did, my heart started racing again, noticing the way his haunting eyes were now trained on my lips as he huskily said those two words again, "Forgive me." And before I could utter a single word, his soft, plump lips crashed against mine in a chaste, yet passionate kiss, sending warm tingles all over my body, making my heart almost jump out of my chest as we stayed like that for a few moments, before he suddenly pulled back, staring at me a little shocked, only now realizing what he had just done, then turned around and quickly walked away, leaving me standing there, speechless."

Second book in My Archangel Soulmate series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.