Classic Beach Reads

"I'm so sorry, Dian. But this is wrong. You're too young. Too weak for someone in my position. The pack needs a strong Luna someday. Dian Drake was rejected by her mate and exiled from Shadowcrest Pack, but what awakened after was a power unknown to her. She reads every emotion and feelings, A mind reader. Can control multitude with her powers. It's a rare gift that should have stayed hidden, because now Draven wants her. The deadly rogue leader who hunts gifted wolves, building an army of the powerful and enslaved, and Dian's abilities make her his perfect weapon. Sheltered by Frostgale Pack, Dian trains under healer Thea while uncovering a deadly conspiracy. Luna Seraphine was murdered for discovering a hidden truth. Dian must master to use her powers to save Shadowcrest. The mate bond might tie her to Kael, she finds love in Frostgale during exile .Will she go back to the traitor or bond with Rowan?

Nang malagay sa binggit ng alanganin ang buhay ni Andrea Lucero dahil sa kagagawan ng asawa niyang si Stanley Redfern ay muling nagkrus ang landas nila ng guwapong doctor na si Trigger Guerrero. At para maprotektahan mula sa mga nagtatangka sa buhay niya ay dinala siya ng lalaki sa Quezon. Habang napapadalas ang pagkikita nila dahil nakatira siya sa beach house na pag-aari ng pamilya nito ay unti-unti ring natuklasan ni Andrea na sa paglipas ng mga taon ay gusto pa rin pala niya si Trigger. Pero paano kung matuklasan ni Trigger ang lihim ni Andrea? Makakaya pa rin kaya niyang tanggapin ang babae sa kabila ng lahat?

(Mature Content Inside) Serenity is a young woman full of dreams in life, which even though it is impossible she believes that it will come true. One of them is to go to the village and take a walk in the plains, because she grew up and thought on the island with her mother who never once took her out of the island to sell their produce. She understands that her mother doesn't want her to meet bad people. But one day, a guest came to their quiet home, the man she found on the beach unconscious and with wounds on his body that almost killed him. From that day when she met the man, her life had color because he taught her a lot, one of which was how to fall in love with her young heart. SEIRINSKY Book cover design by: Hera Venice Arts ALL RIGHTS RESERVED JUNE 2020

Seorang Tokoh yang di takuti di dunia persilatan tewas setelah di bokong dalam satu pertempuran, setelah kejadian tersebut, tempat tinggal sang tokoh juga ikut di hancurkan oleh orang-orang tak di kenal, anak tokoh tersebut yang ber usia 7 tahun berhasil selamat, dengan di bekali 2 kitab pusaka oleh sang ibu, Si Bocah bernama Thian Sin hidup di asuh oleh seorang kakek dan berniat mencari tahu siapa yang sudah membunuh sang ayah dan menghancurkan perkampungan merah tempat dimana ia tinggal, dapatkan Thian Sin mengungkap misteri pembunuhan sang ayah yang ternyata melibatkan banyak pihak dalam satu konspirasi besar dunia persilatan? Semua jawaban dapat kawan dapatkan di novel Ang Bit Sat Sin ( Elmaut Berwajah Merah ) satu cerita silat Classic karya Jack mad. Untuk Informasi Novel Silahkan Folow IG and DM di, jack_mad76

During the holiday, a hashtag related to honeymoon trips goes viral on social media. The topic is, "How are you planning to spend your honeymoon?" One of the threads that has the most replies reads, "I have to bring my mistress along, of course." "Wow! That's crazy. Can you teach us how to pull that off?" I frown as I scroll down the thread and find the reply. "There are a lot of poor, female backpackers these days. As long as the mistress acts pitiful enough, you can pull the wool over your wife's eyes. And just like that, a couple's haven will become a world of three. "My wife and I will be going on our honeymoon trip tomorrow. I'll give everyone live updates in this thread." Feeling disgusted, I close the thread. … The next day, my husband, Sean Clifford, and I meet a poor, female backpacker on the road. She has no car, money, or any suitcases with her. Sprawling herself across the windshield, she begs, "Can you give me a ride, sir? I have blisters all over my feet. I can't walk anymore."

Building an empire comes first. Or it did until I met her. My family’s billion-dollar hotel chain has been my life for as long as I can remember. Travel. Women. Wealth. That’s all I know, until fate grabs me by the throat and decides to not let up. She’s a beach body, a beautiful, curvy California girl who hasn't found the right person to give into yet. I would have felt the same, but something about her has me pacing the floor at night. And my father sent me out to her hotel specifically. The sly dog knowing that she’s exactly the woman I need in my future. But it’s not that easy. It never is. Not until our love produces a little one. Then everything changes. Especially me. Now I want more than just one night. I want forever.

A few weeks before our wedding, Rodney Luther's stepmother, Jessica Flaine, posts a photo on her social media. In the photo, she's wearing the wedding dress I picked out, holding a bouquet of red roses, and shyly leaning toward Rodney, asking for a kiss. The caption reads—"Dreams fulfilled." I don't call Rodney in tears or throw a fit like I used to. I simply like the post and leave a comment. "Screenshot sent to Rodney's father." Not long after, Jessica deletes the post, and Rodney's phone call follows immediately. "Ivana, you're being so petty! The rest of my days belong to you. It's only today that I'm fulfilling a small dream of Jessica's. Hurry up and explain things to my dad! "Come on, be good. I've got a gift for you." A scoff escapes me. "Rodney, do you hear me clearly? Go explain it to your father yourself!"

On our wedding anniversary, I ask my husband, Luke Blackburn, to buy me some fish stew. Since I'm in my first trimester, I keep vomiting every now and then due to morning sickness. Right now, I have an intense craving for fish stew. But Luke comes home empty-handed in the middle of the night. He claims that he's completely forgotten about my request. I don't say anything at all. All I notice is a strand of long hair sticking to Luke's collar that doesn't belong to me. Some time later, I see the fish stew I never got to eat in a photo that Luke's colleague, Ruby Pollard, has uploaded to her social media feed. The caption reads, "Luke ordered this dish for me. He knows that I love fish stew from this particular restaurant the most. I'm so touched by his gesture!" In the photo, I see a pair of familiar hands picking out fish bones from the meat tenderly just for Ruby.

On my fifth birthday with Zachary Murdock, I sit once again in front of a full table of cold food, just like every year before. Zachary had promised, as always, to spend the day with me. And, as always, he breaks that promise. This year, it's because his childhood sweetheart wanted to shoot a set of "artistic photos". She invited him and a few of his close buddies to be part of it. Without hesitation, he ditches me again and runs straight into her arms. At 11:00 pm, his childhood sweetheart posts a photo to her social media and sets it so that only I can see it. In the picture, four men are in nothing but black briefs and Windsor-knotted ties. They kneel around her while she is draped in sheer fabric like a goddess. The caption reads, "Some people beg for crumbs, but I own the entire bakery." I take a screenshot. Then, I send it to the girlfriends of all three of Zachary’s best buddies. If they all look down on me this much, let's hope they don't end up on their knees begging me someday.

I was setting up a weekend shopping list on the tablet my husband had just replaced for our home system. A notification popped up. He had forgotten to log out of a shared, encrypted family calendar— one I didn’t recognize. There was only one unfamiliar profile photo. I tapped it. A list titled “My Little Princess – Personal Notes” filled the screen. My Little Princess doesn’t drink alcohol—only mineral water or herbal tea. No late nights. She needs absolute quiet to sleep. She gets anxious easily—keep fresh white lilies in the house and her favorite vanilla chocolates on hand. I scrolled slowly, my expression unreadable. The final entry was bolded. Highlighted. “Next Wednesday: take my Little Princess to choose her wedding crown.” I closed the screen. Then I picked up my phone and called my husband. “Love,” I said gently. “Does your Little Princess prefer a classic European bridal crown… or something more traditional? I thought I could help you choose.”