Crossbow Guy From Walking Dead Novels & Stories

After a nasty break up with her boyfriend that might have ended up getting her arrested. Fiona goes on a vacation with her friends hoping to have a good time, but what if her ex and his boss who influenced her ex to break up with her are also present on the cruise? I tell you what, a cruise from hell. She had vowed to ignore the two infuriating men but waking up in one of the men's beds had put a ruined her own plans, especially when the man is not her ex but her ex's boss who is a bigger playboy. Maybe she will see a new light to the man with a big and unattractive shadow, with their erotic games or their electric new found passion in each other's body. Join this lustful cruise with dramatic curves that are way too much for Fiona's liking. #EnemiestoLovers#Lovehate

After failing to kill each other for eight years, two rival mafia families — the Hayes and the Vilantros — must now join forces to eliminate a greater threat: the ruthless Peterson Russian Mafia. Aries Hayes can either work with her longtime enemy, Adam Vilantros, to protect their families and sort out their hate later… or take them both down. But as sparks fly and alliances blur, Aries faces a dangerous question: is Adam truly on her side, or just playing her heart to win the war? As betrayal, bloodshed, and forbidden desire explode around them, one thing becomes clear: it’s her life or his. Over her dead body… or his!

They say you can't love with hate in your heart. But passion, heat, and attraction when fueled by hate taste all that much sweeter. Trigger warning!!! Please read at your own discretion!

Bound by a ruthless family merger, powerhouse CEO Jennifer Conti is forced to trade her independence for a diamond ring. Her groom? Lucas Lombardi—a dangerously handsome, arrogant billionaire who views their marriage as a hostile takeover. As Jennifer’s past collapses and a betrayal by her boyfriend leaves her shattered, she must navigate a high-stakes world of elite power and lethal obsession. Between the cold boardrooms of London and the heat of their shared friction, a dark desire ignites. In this game of hearts and empires, love isn't a sanctuary—it's a battlefield where the only way to survive is to surrender

For twins Ethel and Elise, the line between dream and nightmare was always thin—and on Paron Island, it has been completely erased. Their idyllic gap year, a sun-soaked mosaic of beach bonfires and reckless abandon, is shattered in an instant. A "project," as the panicked news reports cryptically call it, has gone horrifically wrong, releasing a pathogen that reanimates the dead with a singular, gruesome purpose: to feed. The sisters' bond, once defined by shared secrets and sibling rivalry, is now their only anchor in a world drowning in blood. Driven by a raw, primal instinct to protect each other, they join forces with a few other fortunate—or unfortunate—souls who survived the initial onslaught. Together, this makeshift family must navigate the ruins of their former paradise, where every shadow hides a potential threat and every human sound could be a lure. Ethel, the more cautious sister, finds a hidden strength in strategy, while Elise's impulsive nature becomes both a weapon and a liability. But their fight against the decaying hordes is only the surface of the terror. Whispers of a coordinated presence, of supplies that go missing too conveniently, and of strangers who seem to know too much, point to a more insidious truth: the island's collapse was not a random tragedy. They are being hunted by something that thinks, that plans, that wears a human face. As their hope for rescue dwindles, Ethel and Elise are forced to confront the ultimate horror—that in the midst of an apocalypse, the most monstrous creatures of all are still human.

It’s all she can do to get the voices in her head to keep quiet, they seem to be more these days, asking her to go back home, but where is home, Kira isn’t really sure after her mom left her at the church gates at the age of 12. Home before that was the forest but which one it is, she wasn’t sure after all these years now. But her voices that have been with her since she left want her to set them free and God help her, she will stop at nothing to set those tormented voices free.

Natasha is a young girl who dreams of a better life beyond her middle-class struggles. She earns a scholarship to Delengade College, a world ruled by the powerful elites and feared by the subs. For her, it becomes a chance to rise above poverty and change her family’s fate. But her quiet strength catches the attention of Peter Melton, heir to Delengade’s most powerful family. Every girl wants him, and when he starts to show interest in Natasha, it awakens a dangerous enemy– Sasha Bullock, the ruthless heiress who will stop at nothing to have Peter for herself. Natasha begins to fight for her life. One brutal act of jealousy shatters her world. Betrayed by those she trusts most and the boy she loves, Natasha is left for dead. Five years later, Natasha returns. No longer a naive scholarship girl, she becomes stronger, smarter, and deadlier, and she is ready to burn the world that destroyed her and to take revenge on every single person who had a hand in her death. But what happens when love and hate blur and Natasha discovers the truth behind Peter’s betrayal?

On one mid-autumn day, my national classified mission finally came to an end. I dug out the phone I hadn't touched for four years, planning to call my wife, Nora Christie, and tell her that I'd be coming home. But the moment my phone screen lit up, I saw a public court notice declaring me… dead. I froze. Then, I looked closer. The person who had filed the petition to have me legally declared dead was Nora. Frowning with confusion, I dialed her number. With a soft chuckle, she brushed it off, saying that it must have been a clerical error by some court intern. Then, she asked when I would be coming home. Just when I was about to answer, I heard a soft, restrained moan from Nora. "Ah, don't touch me there…" Realizing something wasn't right, I told her that I would be back in a few more years before hanging up. Then, I grabbed the medal I had earned from four years of service to my country, and took the next train home. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I arrived. Right outside my front door, Nora was holding a wedding ceremony. The groom was Henry Crowley, the poor student I had sponsored!

When the mafia heir, Marco Gallante, barged into the family vault with his mistress, I was standing before the Virgin Mary statue, cross-checking bloodstained ledgers. Fiore Albero cowered behind him, pointing at the ledgers in my hands and shrieking, "Marco, I'm scared..." I did not even bother looking up, just flicked the ash off my cigar. However, Marco kicked the desk over with one swift boot. "Chiara Moltisanti, Fiore can't stand the sight of all this blood and violence. Sign the divorce papers, now!" I stared at the mess scattered across the floor, thinking back to the pregnancy report the family doctor had handed me just ten minutes ago. The Gallante bloodline was dying out in this generation. Ever since the eldest son, Luca Gallante, died in that accident, Marco became the sole heir. The Don, Carmine Gallante, dreamed of nothing more than a legitimate boy of pure blood to carry on the family name and glory. So, I smiled, bright and sharp, with unmistakable mockery. "Perfect. Since you want true love, then the Don's throne will never be yours." Besides, I never wanted Marco, that useless fool. What I wanted was the Gallante empire, a mafia dynasty spanning three continents with 100 years of roots, and the control that left him with nowhere to run and no legs to stand on. This time, I would cut him out completely, keep the bloodline, and sit at the head of the family.

I gave up a vast fortune to be with my boyfriend Terrence. In our poorest days, we didn't even have a single grain of rice at home. Terrence went out to fight in underground rings, never surrendering once even when he was beaten black and blue. With his blood and sweat, he paved the path to our future brick by brick. In the present, his name was uttered with an undeniable tone of respect, while I was known far and wide as his missus, the woman he treasured above anyone or anything. One year, when I left the country because of a family emergency, I learned that he even started seeing a therapist due to separation anxiety. Everyone said that Terrence loved me more than life itself, and I had believed it too, wholeheartedly. Until I stood on our balcony, watching him tightly embracing another woman in the villa next door. "Even though Tanya is back, the very thought of losing you makes me lose control… I can't live without you, Mia… "If any other men ever appear by your side, I might just end up killing them…" His voice was a low rumble, tinged with a sort of unconscious madness. "B-But what about your wife? Didn't you say that she means more to you than your own life?" "Well, we just have to keep this hidden better, don't we? I want to always be with you…" My hand trembled, and I accidentally cut my hand with the fruit knife I was holding, but I felt no pain at all. To think that just one year apart was enough to shatter thirty years of love and mutual support… With trembling hands, I picked up my phone and called my mother. "Mom, I'm feeling homesick… Can you get me a new identity and a one-way ticket out of the country?"