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' if i slept another thousand years, would you remember me?' ' no, i won' t miss you. Because i fell asleep with.' A man must love you how much she can get her heart. Because you never left me again, your heart was in your body. The two of you beat the heart of the heart, they can' t separate each other from now on. But the human race changed, the year she was 22, suddenly lost her life in traffic. The princess of risa passed away the grieving family, and the parents knew they were passing out. Their family' s lack of white house is for pity, but only after one night of white hair. The bride Phelan Daniel a strong, arrogant young man who fell down to hear the cry before her body. Because they can' t accept the death of Bella Risa they decide to open a institute to protect her body. Hopefully, when science is more advanced than you can revive. And the surprise came after 1, 000 years of hibernation, but the world now changed. Ralph Conrad the general of the family, conrad, who is powerful in the country, ralph conrad has supernatural powers when she carries her mother' s blood. Ralph Conrad likes to be the ss fighter and always with everything, including love. So when there' s a particularly arrogant woman or act, the resistance to the resistance. But when you look at you, you're hurt, but you try to be tough, make your heart soft. The prime minister is strict, cold - tempered with superpowers vs. a smart, smart lady.

Olivia Statler hates Logan Hayes. It's not the fact that he's an executive of a rival travel company, or the fact that he's trying to buy her company, or even the fact that he won't leave her alone. Two years ago, the two of them seemed to have something that was amazing and real, but Logan's ego got in the way. When a new resort offers her an all-expense-paid trip to woo new clients, she figures that a working vacation is just what she needs. As the youngest CEO in the travel business, she's honored and flattered. However, she isn't the only executive that the resort invited. When Olivia sees the broad shoulders and blonde hair of Logan Hayes, her heart races. Half of it is raw sexual attraction, half of it is anger at what he did to her. Logan is determined to reignite their past spark, but Olivia does everything possible to avoid him. However, a hurricane strikes and traps them on the island, making it impossible to ignore the changed man in front of her. Only a storm as powerful as their passion will show them love or hate. Can romance survive the storm – or will their hurricane kisses be swept away forever?

"Dario, someone might see us," She tried to pull away, with a hint of nervousness in her voice as she whispered. But Dario wasn't deterred. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, with his fingers lingering on her cheek, and his thumb tracing the outline of her lips. Ivy's heart began to race as she tried to back away. "You're looking sexy this morning," he said, his voice low and husky. "And that dress...you're driving me wild." Ivy's heartbeat quickened at his words, her body responding to his touch. She couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. She could feel the breath on her skin as he leaned in closer, with his lips inches from hers, she knew she was lost. "I want you, Ivy," he whispered. Ivy closed her eyes, unable to resist the pull of his gaze. He pressed his soft lips to hers, and she felt a wave of desire wash over her. As their kiss deepened, she knew that there was no turning back. One night in a club changed everything for a billionaire CEO and his secretary. A passionate and romantic night together led to an unexpected twist when they both discovered she's his new secretary and he's her boss. Can they navigate the lines of power and passion, or will their forbidden love be doomed from the start?

“Just as pathetic as I remember you to be, sweetheart.” “I sleep with you because I’m unfortunate to be married to you so don’t bother reading between the lines.” Slapping his treacherous lips away from my own, I huff frantically. “I detest the sight of you, bastard.” He smirks throwing me against the filthy wall of the cave before whispering against my lips, “I know, sweetheart.” Fisting his shirt, I pull him in, “I’ll kill you someday for all your bullshit. The best part is I’ll be hailed as a hero for it.” I dig my nails into his side while digging my heels in his toes. Chuckling, he kissed me with a novel fervour. Too consumed with his taste on my tongue I don’t realize he had taken me off the floor. In times like these he made his hate achingly obvious by his rough groping. When after several seconds he is still ravaging my mouth, I slap his arm to gasp for air but he takes his sweet time devouring life out of me. He let me go only when my life flashes before my eyes. Caressing my hair as I huffed out puffs of air, he smirked. “Good Morning, Nafasm.” I'll remember to add getting away with murder on my bucket list. .... I had everything in life figured out and about half a year to get out of college and finally experience life (Breathy tone) but that's when Sienna, my bitch of a friend, asked me for a favor. Why the hell am I kidnapped? And what is with these people growling like rabid dogs? And please, can anyone tell me why the f*ck, AM I GETTING MARRIED TO THEIR HUNK OF A GANG LEADER WITH UNNATURAL GLOWING EYES?

“I cannot. . . I feel as if I cannot damn well think with this mad need I have for you,” he groaned into the hollow of her throat. “By the moon goddess, I am not an untried lad, but I cannot stop, Germaine.” She threaded her fingers through his long hair and murmured. “I have no wish for you to stop, Keratin.” **************************************************************************************** Celebrating victories does not mean werewolves appear out of thin air, or do they? Germaine is celebrating with her friends in her bakery, one night, when three men, who obviously look out of place, suddenly appear, claiming they are from another world and need her help. She finds out she may not be as human as she initially thought, and the powers she discovers she has will come in handy. What she doesn't realize is it will involve her going on dangerous journeys with them, and almost getting killed. What she also does not know, is that she is destined to be the mate to one of them - Keratin, the head of the warriors. Amongst the white moon clan, she and Keratin are an exception to the rule.

Ashley Conrad, lived a very ordinary but her father, who owed a huge amount of money a dangerous mafia Capo, Rafael Herrera, decided to exchange her against his life and his freedom. Ignoring of the deal between his father and Rafael, Ashley gets closer and closer to Rafael and even falls in love with him. But will she still be in love with him when she discovers that she was only a deal for him. But is it really sure that she was only a deal for this mafia capo with a sulphurous and trouble past ?

Elaine and the rest of the twenty-nine kids were kidnapped by an organization called, "The Alpha's Puppets" when they were little and were trained for eight years to become a naked weapon. For the past eight years, they have become friends and families while living on a secluded island. However, in order to become the alpha's puppet, out of the thirty ladies, only one of them has to stay alive - the rest have to be killed. "I, Elaine Fisher, vowed to murder everyone with claws and fangs all over the world. Anyone who dares cross my path will have one fate awaited them - DEATH."

Can fantasies come true? Evan Stewart. The quarterback love magnet, that was his nickname in high school. He just snapped his fingers, and all the girls came running. He didn't know that I existed, until that night. Well, not exactly that night. I got rid of my glasses, changed my hair, and crashed a party, to get close to him. He was my secret fantasy and as we played spin the bottle and I ended up alone with him, I was glad that I took the risk. Until the cops showed up and everyone had to leave the party. Later, opportunity knocked again, and I wasn't going to let it pass. We sat in the principal's office, and he soon found out who I was. This time, I wasn't about to let anything stand in my way, but I was scared that he'd find out my secret. I didn't know that he had secrets of his own. They were so deep that they just made me want him even more. My Stepbrother's Baby is created by Ted Evans, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Selina Anderson, a perfect teenager whose life meant nothing but sadness and dull grayness of the world. Oblivious of the secrets her parents hid behind. A power she possessed that neither she, herself, does not know. A power that could either destroy or create worlds. A day without ruthlessness of reality, a day without confronting the cold – Selina decides to pick a book on a winter day. Only to discover that it wasn’t any normal book she’s holding onto her hands. It was a portal – a path to a world of magic. Upon her arrival to this world, slowly, she uncovers the secrets her parents hid all these years. She discovers her true self. But upon finding the truth about everything she thought she knew – she found herself in the face of disdain. Would there ever truly be enough answers to her questions? Will she accept the truth? Or will she be the destroyer of worlds? -- **She suddenly sat up, her light blue hair swaying on her back. "But hey, at least you could always ask me if you want some kind of space or something." She looks at me with the brightest smile pasted on her face. A smile slowly formed on my face as I looked at her. Her smile was like this infectious thing that would brighten the whole room. I sat up and glanced down on the mirrored ground - I could see my own reflection. Blonde hair, red eyes looking right straight at me, a smile. But the smile was almost evil in the reflection. I closed my eyes, the smile that found its way on my face disappeared. "Don't stop smiling." I look up to see Lyv gazing at me softly, observing me. "You look beautiful when you smile."**

Herbert Fischer lets his precious childhood sweetheart dump scalding stew all over me as everyone watches. Worse, he tells me to apologize, all because I said one harsh sentence to her. Tears stream down my face as I ask him, "Is my life worth less than a hair on her head?" He snorts. "Stop overthinking. It's just hot stew—you won't die from a few burns."