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Juicy Robinson was the color of sweet black licorice, of a charcoal briquette soaked in lighter fluid and no one was going to make her feel like she wasn’t the sexiest thing around—not the white people that her mother had taught her to distrust and certainly not the homeless white man that has been watching her from the alley.Troy’s mental illness forced him onto the streets. After an altercation, Juicy finds herself rescued by this unlikely individual; a white, homeless man that she has thoughtlessly nick-named; ‘Mr. Cracker.’ Out of a sense of loneliness and true friendship the two outcasts try to find something deeper than friendship as they journey to self-discovery. Juicy is created by Pepper Pace, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

“Louder,” he said while watching me like a predator ready to strike, “I-I belong to you,” I stuttered while swallowing the lump formed in my throat. “To?” he gritted his teeth, “Nikolai Vasiliev,” *** Nikolai Vasiliev, the most feared and respected don of the Russian mafia. He was known as the ruthless king of the mafia whose world revolves around blood and lust. Love is forbidden to him as he promised himself not to love again. Juliana Mitchell, a brave, stubborn, hardworking and beautiful woman leaving her normal life, dreaming to find her happily ever after. All her life she was constantly reminded that she’s useless and ugly compared to her younger sister which made her doubt herself all the time. One encounter with the Russian don changed her life completely, pulling her into a web of lies, manipulation and pure torture. She’s ready to do anything to get away from his clutches but the question is, Will he let someone walk away from him the second time?

Him. Watching someone from afar and fantacising about them is seen as something extreme right? But for me, it's not. Especially when she should have been mine in the first place. Mine to hold, mine to love, mine to cherish and mine to keep. One silly bet, one silly bet and i let her slip out of my grasp. I've been waiting ten years and just like that one bet, I'm waiting for one opportunity. Although she belongs to another but when I get that opportunity, i'm never letting her go again. Even if i have to take her by force. Her. I made a one time silly mistake with a stranger but I am in love with another. After that, eveytime he comes close, i am tempted to give him all of me without holding back. Surely one more time wouldn't hurt right? It just has to be our dirty little secret.

Suddenly she came into another world... She's got raped... She left to another man by her soul mate... She's shock, trauma, suffering... She's pregnant... and, it turns out, the man who's fathered the child she's been carrying. Secretly always guarding and watching her without her knowledge. Patiently waiting for a second chance to be with her, make amends for the mistakes he made. POLYANDRY NOT POLYGAMY!!! Want to know how exciting it is to have four mates at once? First mate by accident The second mate is the one she loves. The third mate with the permission of the second mate The fourth mate is both reciprocal and political Curious about the bittersweetness of having four pairs under one roof?! NB: Hello readers, thank you for stopping by the first novel I wrote in 2020. A GIRL FOR THE BEASTS is a novel that I translated from my own Indonesian novel WANITA UNTUK MANUSIA BUAS. The novel finished in Chapter 395. I also apologize if there are typos. For example, GRAMMAR or HE/SHE which sometimes will be turned upside down because I missed it when I checked it. You can leave a comment. I will try to give my best. I also have no doubt that I will revise it as long as it is possible. I'm also translating some of my other stories, into English. Among them is the sequel to A GIRL FOR THE BEASTS, the title is THE LIONESS IS MINE. Tells the story of MALIA, the great-granddaughter of Anindira and Hans, who crosses over to the modern world. There are also other stories that are still in the process of being translated, I haven't published them in english yet. MY UNCLE MY HUSBAND SLANG TEACHER AND THE RECKLESS STUDENT MY LOVELY BEAST HUSBAND Thank you, enjoy reading.

On the day of my wedding, I stood on the stage, while my fiance, Jake Stevens, passionately kissed his assistant, Chloe Xanders, in front of everyone. He held her in his arms and said earnestly, “Chloe, don’t worry. Even though you’re not my bride, you’ll always have a place in my heart.” Chloe, who was overwhelmed with emotion, threw herself into his arms and wept as she said to me, “Lily, Jake and I are deeply in love, but fate just didn’t work out for us in this life. Please take good care of him.” Gossip instantly spread around us. Just as I was feeling helpless, my fiance humiliated me further and called me nothing more than a doormat. Watching the two of them clinging to each other, I could not take it anymore. I canceled the wedding on the spot and left for abroad the same night to join my best friend. The next time I met Jack, I had already moved on with someone new. When he saw me interlocking my fingers with my new love and kissing him passionately, his eyes instantly filled with burning jealousy.

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.

I happened to come across the filming of a popular variety show, where a celebrity attempted to forcefully take over my greenhouse for a task. After I declined, people watching the live stream subjected me to continuous ridicule.In their relentless quest for higher ratings, the production team deliberately hyped up this matter like crazy.However, when my true identity was revealed, countless students from the Agricultural Academy rallied to defend these crops."Isn't she the expert in crop improvement for saline-alkali soil? My research thesis revolves around her remarkable achievements!""Anyone who dares to tamper with her crops will face dire consequences."

Brigor came from a wealthy family. He's gentle and likely to do things and bring happiness to others. Everything is fine, but suddenly changes happened for a moment. His Mom left them for another man, while his Dad is having a secret affair with many women. Brigor started rebelling. He doesn't obey anyone and accept the usual standards of behavior. He's oppositely doing everything. After finishing senior high school, he left everything, including his family. He started a new life and a new character. He trusted no one and cared for no one, but the only man who helped him grow and the biggest rival of his father's organization, Ferdinando Desanto, a 60 years old business tycoon. His company grows continuously, which made him become a well-known businessman. He became a high person who deserves to be admired by others. He is lofty, full of himself, ruthless, calloused, and not showing any concern about the other's misery; instead, he enjoys watching them suffer, but is there a chance to change his behavior? Is there anyone who can take him out from drowning into darkness? Will there be a light in his rayless days? Will he regain his right side? Will there be someone who can let him feel that he is loved? Can someone save him? Or he'll get worst?

Nero is a young Boy when his pack is attacked. His mother manages to hide him before he is found but once he emerges from his hiding place he is caught. Only five children manage to survive the attack, including Nero. Sold on the black market for profit only Nero is left behind. No one wanted him as he was just too small and weak looking. A young girl caught his attention in the market and an unimaginable pull towards her when she gets pushed over by a much bigger boy. In an instant he aids to her rescue protecting her, in return she hands him a medallion. He will keep safe for years to come in the hope to find her again. A stranger hides in the shadows watching the young boy, seeing the potential that lays within. He offers to buy him and takes him home to meet his Family. James is an Alpha who has a son same age as Nero. Ezra is the Alpha’s son, born with a disability which makes him slower and weaker than his peers. Nero and Ezra are incredibly close so when a desperate Alpha called for a tournament to win his daughters hand, Nero did not hesitate to agree and be Ezra’s champion. Only when it was too late he realised he won his very own mate for his best friend.

After nursing the baby, I closed my eyes to rest for a moment. The nanny, thinking I was asleep, brazenly clung to my husband, cooing, "Harlan, if your wife finds out that the son she gave birth to was swapped out long ago and that the baby in her arms is actually ours, do you think she’d be furious?” “You’re so smart. Swapping the babies at the hospital was brilliant. Once our daughter inherits her fortune, we’ll kick her out of the house in no time!” I pretended not to hear their conversation. I continued to raise my daughter with utmost care and devotion. When she returned from her studies, I immediately transferred all my shares to her, supporting her to become the youngest heir of the company. At the handover celebration, the nanny dressed even more extravagantly than I did. She boldly grabbed my daughter and declared, “I am Yasmine’s real mother! You’ve kept her from me all these years, but now it’s time that the truth is revealed!” My husband handed me the divorce papers with a smug look. “For Yasmine’s sake, let’s part ways amicably.” My daughter folded her arms and glared at me. “Since you raised me for so many years, I’ll visit you in the nursing home once a year.” Watching their victorious smiles, I lowered my eyes. “As you wish.” I hope you’re ready to handle the kind of wealth that shatters the heavens!