Cursed Plane

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"I, Gareth Fedwick, Alpha of the Blue Wood Pack hereby rejects you, fucking Carina Mason as mate and Luna of this pack! And you are hereby banished from the Blue Moon Pack, you cursed breed!" °°°°°°°°°°°°°° I was shocked! My body froze! On the very day I was to be crowned Luna of Blue Moon Pack, Gareth not only publicly rejected me, he told everyone the dark secret that only Eris, my best friend knew. A secret that would ruin my life forever! But I turned my pain into anger and my sorrows into vengeance. Meeting the most dreaded Alpha of all time was the start of my vengeance journey. I vowed to show no emotions towards him or anyone! But I found myself being helplessly drawn to him. I craved him, to be in bed with him! With the ruthless Alpha? Was he my second chance mate? Would he also reject me when he finds out that I am just an orphan, a cursed breed and the daughter of a murderer? But most of all, am I even a cursed breed?

After the plane crash, my body was never recovered. My soul drifted back to the home I hadn't stepped foot in for five years. They didn't know I was dead. They were still waiting for me to come home for Christmas. When my mom got the call from the airline, she froze for a long time, completely at a loss, before breaking down in tears. I followed them as they went to the memorial crash site. That was when I noticed something strange—I could see their levels of regret hovering above their heads. My brother's regret level read: 40%. My father's showed: 60%. Even my sister-in-law had 30% over her head. But my mother's regret level? It flashed a cold, unchanging 0%.

Being known as a demoness, the angel of death's best friend, and many other cursed titles for the heiress of a gangster group seems like commonplace. But no one knows that Maia has one small, ridiculous ambition. She wants to have a simple life with her beloved husband and children if God gives her a second life. Maia assumes God is bored with granting her final wish before dying in a clan war. She wakes up in the body of another woman, a popular celebrity who died regretfully after getting married. Can Maia, the cursed woman, succeed in playing her role as a good wife and mother in place of the celebrity?

Evil spirit. A cursed Prince. Death itself dissaray. She just want to go home, but fate has other plans for the young priestess and her odd companions.

Hester is an aspiring musician, floundering through small gigs in London pubs. When an act of kindness makes her a viral sensation, she's swept up under the wing of wealthy superstar Sy Dage. She's finally made it--with one catch. she is actually a high fae of the Seelie Court, taking part in the time-honored tradition of her people to sojourn for a lifetime or so in the mortal plane, experiencing the mortal world and contributing to its arts. And Sy Dage is a fae of the Unseelie. The deep hatreds and tensions between their courts threaten to kill Hester's dreams--and the burgeoning connection, musical and otherwise, between her and Sy. What will she risk for mortal ambition...and for mortal desire? ** Prince from the Other Side is written by Bella Nichols, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My son, Scott Gould, suddenly tells me that he has leukemia. Then, he goes on to say that his biggest wish is to see Ivanna Newman in a wedding dress. My husband, Theodore Gould, agrees with Scott. "I'll hold a wedding with Ivanna. Once Scott is done with his treatment, we'll get remarried." I gladly agree to the request and divorce Theodore. Not long after, I learn from Scott's social media that he's attending the wedding of Theodore and his childhood sweetheart, Ivanna. The caption he writes says, "I'm so happy for Dad. I can't help but shed tears for true love." I smile and turn off my phone. Holding the hand of the person next to me, I board a plane to Wismuth.

Isabella Cortez, an interior designer and an extremely spoiled heir Of CF Inc., who always got whatever she wanted, finally got married to the city's most eligible bachelor and Billionaire who also didn't hesitate to spoil her. Even though it didn't start as a love marriage, life was great between the couple. But when her husband was involved in a plane crash and lost four years of his memories, Isabella's perfect world was turned upside down. Unfortunately for her, the only memory Kristen remembers was with Iris, his ex-girlfriend he broke up with four years ago while the memory he shared with Isabella has completely disappeared. Can she help her husband remember who he is and what they had together? Or is she going to lose him forever?

Colter Giordano, my fiancé of six years, heir to the Giordano family, took a bullet for a dancer named Mia. He didn't take one for me. A bullet tore through my shoulder. Blood bloomed across my dress, hot and sticky. But my heart hurt worse. He asked if I was okay. Just once. Then he rushed Mia to the hospital, leaving me bleeding on the floor. The next day, Mia's picture popped up on my Instagram feed. There she was, in a luxury hospital suite. Colter was fussing over a scratch on her arm that was barely there. The caption was just two words: "My Hero." I liked the post. Then I made an encrypted call. "The Falcone family's offer," I said. "I'm taking it. Get me on a plane to Sicily. Three days."

BLURB Clara Langford once had everything until a plane crash stole her family and her future. Now she’s broke, alone, and fighting to rebuild her shattered life at Westbridge University. She promised herself no distractions. No love. No more heartbreak. Then she meets Alexander Robert, arrogant, magnetic, dangerous. He gets under her skin with one look, one smirk, one touch she should never want. And just when she thinks trouble has a name and a face… Adrian Hale appears. Gentle. Charming. Hiding secrets that shake her world. Two men. One girl with a past built on lies. Because the boy she’s falling for is linked to the man who destroyed her life. And Clara is about to learn that nothing about her tragedy was an accident.