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Every person has an angel that watches over them to ensure that they make the rigth decision when possible. Everyone except Josie. Josie Tria has always seen the angelic beings, watching over each human, and when she turns twenty-two, she just about gives up on the hope that maybe she too has a guardian angel. But Josie is different, and she's not sure it's a good thing. When she walks near the angels, they cower in fear, and run from her. Then, everything changes when instead of her guardian angel appears, it turns out to be a demon, named Loss. Loss is hiding something from her, something Josie is determined to figure out. And it doesn't matter if she develops complicated feelings for Loss.

Nova and Valen barely escaped Isroth with their lives and now they’ve crash-landed on an empty planet—no people, no tools to fix their ship. Nova has spent her life building and creating mechanics, but this is the most advanced vessel in the galaxy, and she can’t figure out what’s wrong with it. But maybe the crash was a blessing in disguise. They’ve seen their entire lives together, but this is the first real time they’ve ever had with one another. This is their chance to see if their future is worth fighting for, and if there is anything between them besides attraction and fate. On this empty planet, there is no fighting, no war, no conflict. Their days and nights are filled with uncertain glances, soft touches, and life-altering vows. What was once never a question is now a serious consideration: do they even want to fix the ship, or is this the beginning of a brand new, perfect life?

After Evelyn’s father was brutally murdered with no justice; she takes it upon herself to take down those responsible. Just shy of her 18th birthday she is recruited for a special ops team where she is given the resources she needs to take down the monster who killed her father. With her trusted team of Badger, Arrow, Buddha , Zombie and Chief, who have all been affected by Ricci Enterprises, work together to find, to hunt down , and eliminate the Butcher. What she wasn’t expecting? Her undercover job is compromised by falling for the most powerful Mob Bosses who owns a prestigious security business in NYC. Will the Ghost that is haunting her figure out who she is before she gets what she wants?

At sixteen, I took a fatal blow for him. As my wolf soul shattered, he swore with blood-red eyes: "When I become Alpha, I will make you my Luna." But two years later, when he led the pack to migrate to new territory, he told the butler before departure: "Her broken wolf soul will only drag the group down." With my bundle, I slipped out. Fate played a cruel joke: I boarded the wrong carriage, replacing a weeping bride, and was delivered to the wedding chamber of Alaric Argent, Alpha of the Sterling Pack. The tall, steady figure before me sparked an odd sense of calm. The fog of memory wouldn’t let me be sure. Was this mistaken arrival a new beginning… or the continuation of an old shadow?

[NOVEL FEATURES MATURE CONTENT] I was walking aimlessly down the lonely street in the cold night, thinking what all just happened when suddenly I saw a black car madly speeding towards me and stopped right beside me. A dark figure stepped out. He was wearing a long coat, a hat and a mask. It all happened so quickly that before I could react I felt a hand grabbing my waist and the other covered my mouth with cloth. That's definitely anesthesia! I tried so hard not to breathe it and fought as much as I could but they were so many and I was already choking... I had to breathe! "I told you Angel, I will get to you..." And it all went dark..... The book is under editing process.

SAVAGE LOVE GENRE: Romance By, Tamar writes PROLOGUE Amour sniffed back her tears as she watched the scene before her. Never in her life would she have imagined getting herself in this situation she currently was. It felt like a never ending nightmare. The sound of footsteps was what rented the room, it was coming from a tall figure, his gaze never left the man that was tied down on a chair with both his hands chained down on the table The figure held a sharp silver colored knife in his hand, twirling as if it was his play toy, a vicious smirk playing on his lips Every step he took instilled fear and panic inside the man that was tied down. “Boss please forgive me! I was drunk so I thought she was one of the clan's whóre I swear I didn't know she was yours" The man begged like his life depended on it. "Which hand did you use to touch her" Aurelio spoke calmly. "My.. My.. L-Left-" He wasn't chanced to finish his sentence when Aurelio cut off his left hand completely. Blood splashed on his cheek as it began bumping out of the man's hand. "Aargh!!!" The agonizing cry from the man echoed in the room as he peed on himself. Aurelio turned to Amour who looked horrified with the scene she just witnessed. His hands found his way to her neck and he gripped it tightly, bringing her face close to his so he could have a clear view of the terrified look on her face. "This Is just the highest level of my kindness compared to what I can do. Remember this, you're mine! Mine to touch, mine to f**k, mine to do whatever I want with... No one else... But me"

On the surface, Aurora Steele lived every woman’s dream, married to the powerful Xavier Steele, mother to a beautiful daughter, her life seemed perfect. But behind closed doors, warmth turned to cold distance, and shadows crept into her home. Her twin sister, Lilith, returned with a son who carried Xavier’s eyes, weaving herself into their lives until Aurora’s world shattered. Poison claimed her daughter. Betrayal silenced her pleas. And just when Aurora thought she had found the cure, death struck her down. But fate was not done with her. Reborn one year earlier before everything went to hell, Aurora steels her heart. No longer the loving wife waiting for scraps of affection, she vows to protect her daughter and expose the lies that once destroyed her. Bound by a contract marriage for one final year, she hides her pain behind a calm smile, even as Xavier grows unsettled by the woman he thought he knew. This time, the betrayed wife will not beg. This time, the forsaken mother will not forgive. And this time, the sister who stole everything… will pay it all back in blood.

Zara grew up with nothing but resilience and ambition. Raised in an orphanage, she fought her way into the corporate world, believing education would be her salvation and love her reward. When she married Dante, a powerful CEO, she thought she had finally found both. She was wrong. Behind closed doors, Zara’s marriage became a nightmare of cruelty, betrayal, and calculated malice. Stripped of her career, manipulated through her own child, and nearly killed by the very family she married into, Zara is forced to face a devastating truth: she was never meant to survive. When she walks away from everything with no money, no protection, and only her dignity Zara makes one promise: she will return. What she doesn’t expect is to uncover a shocking secret about her past one that reveals she was stolen as a child, her life destroyed by a conspiracy rooted in greed and revenge. Reclaimed by her real family and armed with power she never knew was hers, Zara rises from the ashes stronger than ever. This time, she isn’t fighting for love. She’s fighting for justice. And revenge will be delicious.

Suzan, 11, is trick-or-treating with her friends when Simon dares them to visit the haunted witch’s cabin. Although she’s scared, Suzan refuses to go with them and heads home. Later, she learns from her friends that after they knocked on the door, a window shattered, and they ran in fear. Later, Suzan returns home, only to be comforted by her mom after losing her candy. At home, Suzan is comforted by her mom after losing her candy. However, strange whispers and scratching sounds soon disturb her. When her brother Luke checks, he reassures her, but the noises return, and Suzan spots glowing eyes in her closet. The figure grabs her by the hair, draining her life force before dragging her out the window, leaving her family helpless.

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.