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Warning: Not a standalone book. Book 2 of The Southern Werewolves Pack “Do not grieve at my grave for I am not there.” Cohen Kingsley, the former Alpha of the Southern Werewolves Pack, returns to his pack in an effort to find the body of his mate, Mira, who died nine months ago. Accompanied by his pack, family, and friends, Cohen sets out to find the missing body of his mate. Soon, he realizes all those things he learned about his mate, he's barely scratching the surface. Mira's life was more than just being tortured and experimented by her step brother, Damien. Without knowing the consequences of involving himself and everyone into her past life, Cohen put everyone at risk. Their investigation about Mira's missing body soon comes fruitful and at the same time, trouble follows. He realizes that there is still another big threat lingering around. A bigger threat than the battle against Damien Kincaid. But, it's already too late to back out as they're all already involved deeply into the mess. With the help of his allies, old and new, they unearth the oldest secret of all. The existence of the world's oldest species that nobody knows has ever existed.

Hailey, in love, dove into her marriage full of heart and hope. When this kindergarten teacher said yes to marrying Rome, it was like venturing into uncharted waters. For Hailley, marrying a fun-loving, mysterious man, like Rome, was exciting! It was like being on a road without a map. What made it so exciting was that she never knew what direction her husband, Rome Martinez, might go. Hailey finds herself a bit lost as she discovers she does need a little normalcy. But Rome didn't want boundaries. Without rules to guide them, would their marriage survive or crash on the rocks of misunderstanding or jealousy? What would their marriage look like without boundaries? As individuals, will both parties' needs be met? Or will this marriage be tailored to meet one partner's needs, physical intimacy, and emotional comfort level? Can Haiely and Rome maintain a healthy, happy marriage without boundaries? To have the answer to these heartthrobing questions, this is one married story you will want to read!

De la drogue a disparu au cours d'une affaire familiale, et tout le monde savait que c'était la faute de ma demi-sœur, Émilie. Maintenant, nos rivaux exigeaient que quelqu'un leur soit envoyé, et gardé en captivité jusqu'à ce que la dette soit remboursée. Mon fiancé, ma famille, tous étaient d'accord pour que ce soit moi. « Émilie a déjà été blessée lors de la mission. Tu es plus forte, tu peux te débrouiller pendant qu'on règle les choses. » Je savais que ce moment allait arriver. J'ai donc signé mon nom. Dans cinq jours, je serais envoyée au loin. Et j'ai décidé que quoi qu'il arrive, que je vive ou que je meure, j'en ai fini avec ma famille et mon fiancé. Dans ces derniers jours, j'ai donné tout ce que je possédais. Le casino ? À ma demi-sœur, qui le regardait toujours avec envie. Mon compte courant ? À mon père, qui ne manquait jamais une occasion de me rappeler à quel point j'étais inutile. La bague de fiançailles ? À l'homme qui était aussi hypocrite que l'enfer. Ils n'ont rien remarqué d'anormal. Ils ont juste souri. Heureux de voir à quel point j'étais soudain devenue attentionnée. Quand ils ont réalisé que j'étais partie pour de bon, et que leur fragile Émilie a causé leur perte, est-ce qu'ils souriaient encore comme ça ? Auraient-ils encore l'air si satisfaits ?

"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"

Jordan is a new adult, although he has always been a good wolf, a calm one, he's showing more dominant-alpha traits, and he's becoming more aggressive. Kicked out on a training trip to another pack land, he's stunned to find his mate, his alpha mate, but two dominant wolves can't be mates, and one of them got to submit. Let the games begin. Contains cgl and fluff. Apologies for any misspellings and grammar mistakes.

Christmas is one of the most favorite holidays of the year, it isn't just a season, it's a feeling. After having an ill relationship with their parents while growing up; Hazel and Les returned home to save their parents from their state of dilemma. While in the midst of showing what they're capable of to their egocentric parents, Hazel and Les stumble into each other's life. Will the encounter be the beginning of something new? Will they be able to accomplish their goals? Come on let's find out.

The story revolves around a waiter, Terry, at the Happy Hill pub. Would he overcome the temptation of money to live his own life? Or would he be like rosehip petals that soon be withered?

To cheer up their depressed adopted daughter, Ashley Reid, my parents don't dare to treat me nicely. They've even locked me in a pitch-black room more than 700 times, just to put a smile on her face. At first, they feel guilty toward me. But eventually, even my older brother, Liam Reid, who used to care for me the most, treats it like it's all perfectly reasonable. When Ashley's depression finally starts to ease, I work up the courage to kneel and beg them to seal off that room for good. But at her birthday party, simply because I'm wearing the only T-shirt I own, she starts tearing up and asks my parents if I don't like her. My parents and Liam rush to comfort her and, yet again, lock me away in that dark, endless room. "Summer, you're her elder sister. You have to be more considerate of her feelings." "If you hadn't insisted on wearing something so tacky for her birthday party, she wouldn't have gotten so upset." "You've gotten used to it after all these years, right? One more time won't matter to you." I curl up in the corner, gripping my hair, unable to say a word. Three days later, they finally let me out. They remind me not to upset Ashley again. But I just stare at them blankly. "Sorry, who are you?"

As a tactic to lure him to settle down, Nathan Andrew's father threatens to take the company from his son unless he settles down and presents a wife. Against his relentless efforts, he forgives an incredibly huge debt in exchange of a poor man's daughter. A man who had given up Elizabeth Richards in a heartbeat. feeling betrayed and broken, Elizabeth accepts the offer of marriage to the ridiculously handsome billionaire at their doorstep. Her lawschool was going to be paid for, and as for Nathan, his dad would get off his back and he would have someone to show off to when it came to the media. But t was obvious; they did not love each other and they were hellbent on staying that way.

Our entire class gets dragged into The Tyrant's Atonement game. The only way to escape alive is to reach a 100% atonement score. The system lets us choose our roles. The class belle, Isolde Adler, picks the tyrant's first love. Her atonement score shoots straight to 99% on the first day. The class president, Asher Brooks, chooses to be a loyal chancellor. His atonement score jumps to 80%. Spectators watching the game flood the screen with comments. "This new batch is smart and way better at picking roles than the last. They might just clear the game in three days." "Even if just one person hits 100%, the whole class goes free. I'm looking forward to seeing who finishes first." "My money's on the first love. She's already at 99%." Just as everyone starts celebrating, the next morning hits us with bad news. All 20 classmates who picked their roles are dead, and Isolde suffers the cruelest fate of all.