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Isabella ran here and there to save herself from a very pissed wolf, but Shaba didn’t mind ruining the whole suite if she had to but; tonight, she wasn’t going to leave her alive. Shaba attacked her and bit her hand, digging her teeth into her flesh. Isabella cried out in pain when Shaba ripped off one hand from her body. ‘This was the hand with which she touched my treasure.’ Shaba talked with Caroline. ‘End her game instead of playing with her.’ Caroline said in anger. She didn’t like killing anyone, but Isabella had crossed all the boundaries. While Isabella was crying and screaming in pain after losing one hand, Shaba attacked her head next, ripping it from her body. She just didn’t rip

The Island came into view and Mark stood up at the windows for a better look. It was gorgeous, a tropical paradise of palm trees and beautiful white sandy beaches. The cliffs that rose up out of the water to the east and west were natural and rugged and the structures he could see seemed to enhance the natural beauty rather than detract from it. "It's better than I imagined," Mark admitted. "I know," Jasmine said, standing beside him. "I love it here." Mark could feel the nerves building in his stomach again as the boat approached the pier and all too soon it was alongside it, the crew tying the Betsy against it. He could see several people waiting at the end of the pier and he took a deep b

Garin told her and held her close. One final wave the size of two mountains combined raised high from the tides; its huge hand was ready to push the ship under the ocean. The couple, along with everyone else on the ship braced themselves for impact and the wave fell upon them and dragged them into the sea. **************************************** It was morning and Garin woke up to find himself on the shores of a remote island in the middle of nowhere. He had a cut on his head and had lost a lot of blood. He was also surrounded by debris from the ship’s wreckage which was proof of the damage that was caused by the storm. He managed to find the strength he needed to get up and he tried to rec

I looked over longingly at the aisles of fictional fantasy novels, desperately wishing I could also lose myself in something make-believe, but instead I headed directly for the communal computers. I pulled up the local newspaper archive, pleasantly surprised to see there wasn’t much worth reporting in this town which made my task immensely easier. I found the articles I was after within minutes, “CARNAGE RIPS THROUGH BLOOD MOON PACK” the first headline read. I read story after story of tragedy; whole families killed, children left orphaned, businesses destroyed… and then I came across the memorial piece for the Luna.

Thirty minutes later, they were both ready to leave the house. On the other side of town in the Red Mansion, Caro and Isabella had gotten into yet another fight. Caro was in a cranky mood after her failed shopping trip the day before. She had convinced Cane to give her a no limit card that she could access anytime she wanted. "All the other wives have one." She whined. It wasn't her persuasion skills that convinced Cane to give her, it was that she would whine and nag him until she got what she wanted.

The wood was torn from her hands. Water swirled around her. Then suddenly— Sand under her fingers. The floor. Mara coughed desperate salt water from her lungs, while the next wave over she was rolling. She crawled blindly forward. Go on. Even higher. Until it finally remained exhausted in the wet sand. The storm continued to die over her. But under her hands there was solid ground. The island.

Isabella deserved parents who were not always at war. Damien made similar changes with the Cross family. For the first time in months, Elena felt like she could breathe. They moved to a house outside the city. It was secure but felt like a real home. Elena planted a garden. Damien worked on making the house safe for a baby. When Isabella was three months old, a letter arrived with no return address. The postmark was from overseas. Inside was a photograph of Elena’s father taken weeks before his death. A note said Antonio’s murder was about more than Vincent’s ambition. It promised more answers if Elena wanted the truth.

Marcus will never be able to touch me again. I hate the thought of leaving Isla Martago, it's the only place I’ve ever been until now. The world has such beautiful places to explore. If I marry Nikolai, maybe he’ll take me on a honeymoon to Greece or Spain, some amazing place somewhere far away from the island, a place with white beaches and crystal clear water. Anyplace really the farthest from here the better and leave the ghost of my past that follows me around like a shadow. It's a constant reminder.

“We make the rules. No one else gets hurt. This stays between us. But when we need it… we come together like this. Raw. Shameless. You, stretched and dripping between your husband and me.” The words sent a fresh flutter through my core, even in my exhausted state. I turned, kissing Jake deeply, then Ryan. I tasted the difference in them. The unique flavors of the two men I now belonged to in this new, forbidden way. Emotion swelled in my chest. Love for Ryan’s steady devotion, growing obsession and affection for Jake’s intense passion. The central conflict hadn’t vanished. The real world waited back home with jobs, friends, and potential consequences. But in this moment, on this paradise isl

Carla We have finally arrived at the island. We will remain at that resort throughout the night until the time of the slave auction. I gave a small nod, and after that we proceeded downstairs and left the yacht. The sound of the waves crashing against the shoreline could be heard as soon as we drove away from the area. When I finally saw the beach, I let out a shocked exclamation. It was completely different from anything else I had ever encountered before. The sand was silky and very fine, and it spread out evenly across the ground so that there were no gaps or holes left behind. In addition to that, the top had a significantly darker appearance than the water all around it. Since there wer