Double Curl Pug Tail

Heather Kitchen seems to have it all - beauty, success as a model by day, and a deadly assassin by night. She lives a double life, seeking vengeance for her father's death while strutting the catwalks of Mexico City. But when the son of her father's killer becomes her next target, everything changes. As Heather delves deeper into the dangerous world of organized crime, her two lives collide, leaving her with only her own instincts to rely on. But amidst the chaos of her vendetta, an unexpected twist takes place - she find her self-esteem dying. Now torn between her thirst for revenge and her newfound emotions, Heather must decide if her petty feelings can coexist with her deadly lifestyle. When stuck between her feinhs mad lifestyle, will she be able to carry out the ultimate act of vengeance or will her conflicting desires lead to her downfall? In this gripping tale of vengance, Heather's fate hangs in the balance as she battles with her own heart. Can she overcome the blurred lines between her two lives? Or will her double life ultimately be her undoing? The answers lie within the twists and turns of Heather Kitchen's thrilling journey.

“Fuck me, Victor!” My boyfriend is lying on the bed. The woman bouncing on his lap was a stranger. She had cat-shaped ears that were out, her tail swishing back and forth. I stood there for a while, in shock. Victor is the basketball star of this school, and a werewolf. I’m a human girl, mysteriously chosen to attend this school, and everyone says I’m not good enough for him. I just never imagined we’d break up that way. A week later, desperate to cover my grandma’s surgery, I signed up for surrogacy. When our dean introduced the new professor to us. I was shocked. My surrogacy client was a new professor at this school！ “You need to stay away from that man,” my ex-boyfriend growled, “He’s my Uncle and he is bad fucking news.”

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door. "Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."

My son was no longer with us. His heart, while he still breathed, was cruelly harvested and given to someone of influence—Michele Finnen, the wife of Scott Langley. Just because she had heart disease and was powerful, she sent people to snatch my son away. As an orphan and now a single mother, my son was all the family I had. He would curl up in my arms and whisper, "Mommy, don't be scared. I'll protect you when I grow up!" He was the center of my universe. Consumed by a seething hatred for Michele, I craved vengeance. I was determined to reclaim my son's heart myself, ensuring he would leave this world whole. To do that, I set my sights on Michele's husband, Scott. He was still enamored with his first love. But fate played a cruel joke: suddenly, out of nowhere, that very woman experienced a car accident. And the strangest part? I looked almost just like her.

Felicia Lawson thought college would be her escape but nothing prepared her for Ian, her sister’s husband or for Jake, the charming upperclassman who made her believe in something real again. While Felicia battles guilt and longing, her roommate Zara hides secrets darker than love, a mafia lineage that’s about to pull her into a marriage with a dangerous don. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You’re going to marry me, little sunflower.” Zara’s eyes snap open, the water sloshes as she jerks against my grip, but the chain on her ankle rattles like a laugh. She can’t go far. She can’t go anywhere. “Fuck you,” she spits, voice raw from screaming at the ceiling all night. “I’d rather die.” I smile, It’s small but polite, the kind I used to give people who betrayed me right before I buried them in the ground. “That can be arranged but first..” I curl my fingers inside her, “ you’re going to come on my hand, then you’re going to say yes.”

Charlotte “Charlie” Carver knows she’s in trouble when Jackson North shows up at her door in the middle of the night, nearly a year after he unceremoniously broke her heart.She’s always suspected her ex had secrets, but she never thought those secrets would put her in danger - until violent men show up on Jackson’s tail, and suddenly Charlie is caught up in a thrilling international adventure unlike any she ever imagined . . .Jackson is a professional treasure hunter. And this time, Charlie is entangled in his latest hunt. But with their lives at stake, is she ready for the sizzling connection they still share?MEET THE DEVIL'S SET: Treasure hunters. Adventurers. Bad boys.Love has never been this dangerous. . .or this thrilling.Due to explicit scenes, this action-adventure romance is rated 18+.Claiming His Treasure is created by Ember Casey, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I'm the human who was adopted by a top-tier incubus. Austin Colton had just come of age, and he desperately needed a human to feed from. I volunteered once… and got completely shot down. I figured he must've hated me, so imagine my shock when I suddenly started hearing his inner thoughts instead. 'Don't ask me why I'm always burning up! Ugh…' 'Hey, quit playing with my tail, baby! Do you even know what that does? It's all swollen and tender…' 'Can't disturb Iris while she's studying. Tonight, I guess her pajamas will have to do.' 'What if I tell Iris the truth? That a first time with a top-tier incubus could drain half her life force? She'd run for the hills.' I was speechless.

As the forest continues to grow darker and darker, Abednego's life rolls slowly to a boil in the horrific Igodo forest, a revered forest where no human soul can survive. The enemy lingers in the intense dark forest ready to sack out his blood. The horrific conditions in the forest is a prove to be even more dangerous to Abednego. He has no option but to save himself from evil spirits and the unseen ruthless creatures hunting him down. The only option is that he has to fight and fight it dirty to save himself or rather be killed and his body left to rote in this evil haunted forest. Most disturbing is that he is on a mission to get a tail of one of the creatures called Ogrism, luckily, he meets an old woman called Matendechere, who finally gives him a magic calabash that enables him to fend for himself against the creatures. Now, Abednego has to fight for his freedom, and set himself free from the forest trauma.

“He is the successor of a billionaire!” After breaking up with her “sugar daddy”,Avery decided to take the aim on the youngest billionaire in the country who she encountered on the rainy day. Avery smirked and walked up to him. The wave and curl of her blonde hair gave her sensu-ality and youth. She stopped when she’s inches from his face, her rosy lips were so charming and alluring that few mans can resist the tempta-tion. “So you are interested in me. You liked what you saw in the con-dominium.” “Yes, you are pretty but I don’t think I am that interested. He smiled politely and slowly moved his body away.He gave the umbrella to her as if nothing had happened,“I’m sorry.” It was the first time in Avery’s life that she tasted the failure. “What’s up with this man? How dare he rejected me! The asshole man!” “I must captive the guy’s heart!” Avery was determined.Not Her Usual Target is created by Sunshine Lee, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Every year, my wife, Jessica Lowe, prepares a huge surprise for me on our wedding anniversary. On the night of our tenth anniversary, she enters the banquet hall with a scantily-dressed male model. She demands that I take off my suit and put it on him instead. I refuse and take out a divorce agreement. In retaliation, Jessica slaps a thick stack of photos onto the table. The photos show me at my most humiliated, shameful, and pathetic moments. She sneers, "Michael Jefferson, you talk about divorce all the time. But each time, you always end up crawling back to me with your tail between your legs, begging me to take you back. "Tell me, what will your comatose mother think if these pictures of you get out? Will she finally wake up in the hospital from shame and embarrassment?" However, Jessica doesn't know that my mother, Eleanor Brown, passed away months ago.