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William James is the son-in-law of the Welton family, nicknamed the bastard son-in-law, but his true identity is a mystery that few know. He is the son of the leader of the largest gang in Russia, but he was exiled here four years ago by order of his father. On a dreary day, William meets old Henry - his father's left hand - who has come specially to inform him that his power is back, and that his position as the son of the gang leader is coming back. Then, William is determined to make all who have insulted him bow to him.

A San Francisco boy. Famous actor and model. Renowned playboy. Damaged lover. And a heartless robot. He needs to fix his reputation. I need money for my sister's treatment. Everything about us is fake ... but sometimes the line between fake and real can get blurred. Enrique Blackburn turned himself into a robot. Untouchable. Emotionless. The quintessential bachelor of the silver screen. He doesn't do love. He can never say the words. Especially not to me, his contracted phony girlfriend. But despite the consequences I let him take my breath and steal the things I know. Like fire on fire, he burns himself into my heart. And that's the last place I want him to be. We made an arrangement. We agreed to a contract. No sex. No love. No relationship. Can I unfold him? Can I make this real? Can I make him find his heart? But most importantly - can I make him say the words?

The Huntress - Luna Eileen follows a young Celtic witch living with her coven in the wilderness of Alaska in the late 1960's. She is about to find out that the world is far stranger than she or even her elders ever believed. Celtic gods, werewolves, and more come together in this witchy romance.

It was almost New Year. I had just withdrawn money from the bank when I noticed that the amount on my passbook didn't match the cash in my hand. I counted carefully—my passbook showed a different figure than the five thousand dollars I was holding. Frustrated, I turned and went back to the counter to find the teller who had handled my transaction. Clutching the receipt, I tried to be polite. "Excuse me, I think there might be a mistake with this transaction." Instantly, she snapped, pointing her finger at my nose. "Don't you know that once you leave the counter, we are not responsible for any discrepancies?" I waved my hands, trying to explain. "No, wait, look again. I clearly withdrew five thousand dollars, but on my passbook, it shows…" She cut me off impatiently. "When you filled out the form, it was all right there. Once you leave the counter, it's not our problem. You signed the form yourself, confirming everything. Are we supposed to correct it every time someone claims a mistake after leaving the bank?" I froze. No wonder she kept repeating that the bank isn't responsible after leaving the counter. She thought I had come back to ask for more money. What I was really trying to explain was simple: I withdrew five thousand, yet my passbook showed that I deposited five thousand.

Hi there. Have you ever heard of the San Francisco Boys? No? That’s surprising. They’re kind of hard to miss — masks, billions of followers on YouTube, death-defying stunts that make your heart stop mid-beat. Reckless. Untouchable. Addictive to watch. Yeah … those guys. BUT … these stories ain’t really about them. Not exactly. They’re about the girls who get pulled into their chaos … and survive. About what happens when one of those boys stops being a legend… and becomes your worst mistake. How do I know? Because I’m one of those girls. Melaena Angélica Blackburn. A girl who fell for a San Francisco boy. Damion Grimm. All-time playboy. Professional pain in my ass. Double world champion. Thrill chaser with a death wish and a god complex. He lives by the rules — HIS rules. Ride hard. Screw fast. Feel nothing. That’s how he keeps his demons on a leash. He doesn’t do blondes. He doesn’t do promises. And he sure as hell doesn’t do me — his best friend’s little sister. He shattered me first. And I’ve hated him ever since … or maybe I just needed a reason to. Because hate starts to feel a lot like something else when it burns hot enough. But … the Blackburn name is cursed. My psycho grandfather? Yeah. Even death didn’t shut him up. Old enemies crawl back. Secrets crack open. Monsters rise. And I've learned real fast that evil doesn’t always look like a monster. Sometimes it wears a familiar face. Control slips. Lines blur. Fate? She’s a cruel bitch. But I’m not the girl who breaks. I’m the one who burns. And I’m going to break every damn rule to get what I want.

Alexander, an immensely attractive and powerful man, decides to take revenge on the man responsible for the death of his father, but also on the woman he thinks hurt his younger sister, who by fate is the daughter of the former, he thinks that from such a man, could only come out a bad seed, not knowing that in reality she was an angel, an angel in captivity who suffers at the hands of the one who calls himself her father. In his quest for revenge Alexander will begin to develop feelings for the innocent Isabella and she for him, giving birth to a beautiful love, that although the two love each other madly, they can not avoid hiding secrets, which will risk one of the two to a tragic end. An attraction that could prove fatal, in which if you make a mistake you will regret it forever. Who will be at risk of death? Will they be able to leave the past behind to be happy? Will Isabella be able to give Alexander another chance after learning that he only approached her for revenge?

For centuries, the villagers have whispered of Solas, the forgotten moon god imprisoned in a cave deep within the ancient forest. Solas's wrath has been a force of terror, barely contained by the magical runes that bind him. Every decade, a bride is sent as a sacrifice to appease his fury, only to be met with a swift and merciless death. But this decade, something is different. Solas's powers are growing stronger, and the bonds of his prison are weakening. As another bride offering day approaches, Solas is ready to kill once more. But when he meets her, he is thrown off balance. This bride doesn't tremble in fear like the others. She comes to him not with the desperation to survive, but with a quiet resolve to die. Her defiance infuriates him. Solas decides he won't kill her right away. Instead, he will break her will, torment her until she begs for death, and only then will he deliver the final blow. But as he begins his cruel game, Solas finds himself unexpectedly drawn to her resilience and strength. In this battle of wills, who will emerge victorious—the god of the moon who wields power over the elements, or the mortal bride who refuses to bow to his wrath?

"Look at you, all grown up and mature, son, opps sorry Alexander. Now, I'm your mother and I'll call whatever the hell I want and you my dear son, will not question it. And what did you say about patience? You are not patient, Alexander, let's start from here. Don't tempt me to inform Zane about this behavior of yours'." Mom states while eyeing my up and down. Herr words were like a trigger for me and eventually the last straw of my control snapped as I gave in the burning rage. "Tell him whatever the fuck you want, Mother. If you want to loose your mate in a one on one duel, I don't see a problem because I'm not gonna loose mine in any fucking condition. Now," ****** It is said that 'Patience is the key' but at times the wait is too long, long enough that we stop waiting or maybe that's what the fate wants. Future is a mystery that would only unravel when we live it but what if that mystery destroys lives, lives that matter the most to you. Is it worth unraveling such mystery, such future? But then again can you stop time, stop the events that are bound to happen? The answer is NO but will that stop us from trying?

Soraia was just an ordinary girl until she found herself the plaything of a vampire and a werewolf, but it was into the dark world of passion and blood of the cruel vampire that she sank-and he only wants her for one purpose, to bring his beloved back from the dead and discover what is so valuable hidden in Soraia's blood. But Augustus, the Alpha of the powerful werewolf pack of Lacrimal city knows that Soraia is his true love and with the help of his mother, a wolf gypsy, he is willing to do anything to protect her. Miranda was brought back from the dead for one purpose only - to protect Soraia from the hands of Julio Cesar, the vampire who killed her in the distant past. Amy was also just an ordinary girl and Soraia's best friend until she was bitten by a vampire, but it was not the bite that transformed her but the fire that is running through her veins. Deaths and attacks by beings until recently only heard in folklore are making the police's hair stand on end, even the skepticism of Police Chief Sergio is getting shaken, not to mention that his investigator is hiding something from him. Malvina is facing frequent vampire attacks, but the hardest part is hiding who she really is from her colleagues and the police chief; Lacrimal city and Palaços are two distinct cities but both are suffering from cruel attacks by beings that until then were only in the popular imagination, but now live among us. And if we don't take a stand, accept them or kill them, they will live on after us.

Arelia Nightwyn knows pain better than love. Chained in silver by her "perfect" father, scarred and silent, she’s traded like property into an arranged marriage with Kaden Raventhorn—the caring beta of the fierce Raventhorn Pack. At twenty-one, Kaden offers safety, patience, a gentle touch that should feel like rescue, and a quiet strength he keeps carefully hidden. But safety doesn’t make her heart race. His brother does. Darius Raventhorn, the twenty-three-year-old alpha heir—scarred and merciless—rules with lethal precision. Untouched, waiting only for his true mate, he despises spoiled she-wolves who chase power. To him, Arelia is weak, pampered, unworthy… until her sweet cherry-sunshine scent crashes into him and awakens something dangerous he can’t deny. The pull between them grows sharper with every shared glance, every accidental brush of skin under the same roof, while Kaden's steady, protective arms remain the only place where nightmares dare not follow her night after night. Can she stay loyal to the brother who truly saved her, the one who offers peace without demand… or yet surrender to the alpha who breaks her heart with every cold glance?