Effie And Haymitch

"You're killing him!" The old hag by the side of the road suddenly cried, glaring at me. "That poor boy! You only ruin what you touch, you abomination. You beast! Set him free!" *** Sex was all that mattered to Cyrus. Sex. Alcohol. Women. Sex. after all, that pleasure, lust and passion was all that mattered to a descendant of the god of lust. He just had to live up to the name. But when one little invisible mouse stepped into his vision, he was suddenly all Cyrus could see. A little game, he said. "Tease the obvious virgin boy," he planned. "Push him hard, press his buttons." something's wrong. The god of lust can't get it up anymore. Not for anyone who is not Damian Cross.

Coincidentally they met again. They are childhood friend and playmates. But they always have compettion on medals and awards those times they were at grade schools. But an incident happened the governor died in a gun shot. And Jasmine suspected Jake. She believe what she saw. Would it be possible that she got wrong though she witnessed the crime in her two eyes.

When you join a dating app, Do you read the terms and conditions? No one does! May's life becomes a living nightmare when she installs snuggle application ignoring and accepting its terms and conditions. The result? In fifteen minutes, May becomes legally married and worse, to her overbearing boss, Edmond Walters.

Jack and Jill, best friends who grew up together in the Old George Orphanage in Omene from young ages. Similar histories, which was no histories at all. Neither knew who they were or where they'd come from before they had found each other at Old George. Thus they were nicknamed Jack and Jill, after their quick friendship with one another. However, the past has a way of showing itself when you least expect it.

The yacht I'm steering crashes into a huge wave, scaring my husband's junior, who has a heart condition. So, my husband orders someone to tie me up and dangle me in the ocean by a rope. He even tells the captain to head straight into the waves. "You know Wren has a heart condition, yet you still scared her! How can you be so evil?" I beg him to let me go and tell him that I was following a charted path; I didn't mean for anything to happen. However, he just mocks me. "You've been a yacht driver for so long. Haven't you experienced anything like this before? I'll make you go through what Wren did! Let's see whether you'll pull this again!" After a day and night of this torment, he relents and decides to pull me back up. It's too bad he doesn't know that the waves have already torn me to shreds.

This story is about a doctor, two patients, and maybe, just maybe,  Dragons. Jane Richards is a 30-year-old psychiatrist who has been married twice and dumped many times. She gave up on love and decided to focus on her carrier as a psychiatrist. While caring for the patients of the small town's mental health facility, she meets James and Philip O'Connor. James and Philip are brothers who suddenly had a mental meltdown trying to fly. They claim they are dragon princes. The problem with their claim is that they were born in that town. Spending a lot of time with Jane, their Psychiatrist, they begin a secret affair which would lead to a world of pleasures and wonders and might lead to a hidden world right under their noses. *Warning* Book is rated 18+ because it contains Language, Nudity, Violence and Sensual contents. If you are uncomfortable about certain things and are conservative then this might not be the pick for you. You can read Blood and Moon which is a milder book of mine. Otherwise enjoy my steamy imagination. Thank you for understanding.

Destroyed her first life, and her family was executed for being accused of using black magic. And she had to endure painful torments for the rest of her life to give her blood as penance to rid the kingdom of black magic. In the end, Rania died. An assassin killed her. Worse, she became a curious spirit who followed wherever the cruel king Alaric slaughtered monsters that entered the capital. Before then, she fell asleep in her spirit form and woke up in a place she had not seen for a long time. "I...went back to the past?!"

Bella French is a peculiar girl. That is what everyone says about her. She would rather have her nose in a book, forgetting the world around her, than to actually live her life. She has an odd father who likes to tinker in the shed and her mother is dead. The way he locks himself in the building and claims to be helping the FBI, people around the town find him crazy, but Bella knows that he isn't. At school she had no friends, because she prefers to be alone. Yet that does not stop Gus Stone from bothering her. For some reason, despite girls throwing themselves at him, he only wants Bella. She dreams of getting out of the small town that they just moved to. They live on the edge of town, next to the 'Forbidden Forest' as the town calls it. She had heard the town legends and lore about entering these woods. Especially not at night. But circumstances lead her there; Where she finds a beast. Adam Prince is King of the Wolves. He is the Alpha and he has even been called a beast. He is so jaded from life that he is angry at the world and he takes it out on anyone stupid enough to be around him. Especially Bella. The way that he finds himself drawn to her infuriates him. Yet, he can not stay away from her, even as he finds himself changing to please her. Can he really be falling in love with her? Is she the one that can break his curse and end his misery?

ACE AND ANGEL is a story of a young woman trapped in a loveless marriage. She feels like a prisoner, unable to escape the gilded cage of her own life. Her mysterious and charismatic husband, Ace is a man with a dark past, a man who seems to know more about Angel than he should. As their relationship deepens, Angel begins to see the cracks in his perfect facade, and starts questioning everything she thought she knew.

Everyone in the Titanus region would have heard the older generation tell them this—during sky burials, the vultures wouldn't eat the corpses of people who'd committed heinous crimes. My husband is the sky burial practitioner who buries me. The vultures circle my corpse in the air above the burial site, but they don't prey on me. My husband frowns at the sight. "It looks like this person must have committed crimes when alive. They deserve this." Suddenly, I remembered him pointing at me, his eyes ablaze with flames of rage as he shouted, "Nancy wouldn't have lost her baby if not for you! Someone like you doesn't even deserve to get a sky burial!" It looks like his words are coming true. But later, he falls to his knees before my grave and weeps. He begs me to forgive him.