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Calista Ivy Castillo made a huge mistake by accidentally entering an alternate world where she doesn't belong; it may have the same name as her country, but it's totally different from where she came from, from its cultures down to its places. It all started one night when Calista saw a lady who looked precisely like her from head to toe, and for no apparent reason, they both couldn't stop themselves from attacking one another when their eyes locked. Calista killed her doppelganger from another world by accident. And with a single gust of wind, she finds herself in another world-the world of a woman she murdered. In the blink of an eye, she transforms into a princess who must marry a cold but attractive prince named Theodore Mason Fuentes in order to save their kingdom.

Luna Jasper once believed that having Felix Lincoln's child would finally make him see her differently. But Felix shattered that hope. “I had a vasectomy ages ago! You carry the same filthy blood as your father. Do you think I’d ever let someone like you have my child? That love child should’ve been turned into a specimen!” Their son was gone, and it broke Luna. Now, Luna was gone, and it drove Felix mad.

"Do you still have a boyfriend?" He asked with a mocking tone. "I thought that ship sailed already. I do not bite Sunflower. The last time we spoke, you said you like what you see." Simon said standing up. He went over to her, shifted her food aside and sat on the same spot. "The only excuse you gave for not wanting to feel what I have to offer, was your boyfriend. Is the excuse still valid?" He asked with a sensual smile touching her cheeks gently with the pad of his thumb while the other hand found his newly discovered spot, the crease of her ears. "Imagine the level of pleasure I would give you. I am a very patient man when it comes to my desires and I am not greedy as well. Your pleasure, would be my pleasure." He reassured her with a smile. He got down from the table and walked over to her, standing behind her. Slowly, he sucked on her neck. "Mmm," came the suppressed moan from Paige with her eyes shut. "Shhhh, you don't want to disturb the people behind those doors." He said. Money was top of Paige Patterson's priority list while Love didn't even make it to the list. There were too many bills to pay and a childhood memory to secure. The Kentleys seemed to be her only hope to financial freedom but the price was way too much for her. With Simon Kentley, she would be able to sort out all her needs but would she be able to sort any of his? Other Books By The Author. •You Are Mine For Keeps •Loved By A Real Man

When something is to happen, it will happen no matter what. There is always something good to seek and that is should be done. Moon Goddess never does us wrong when we never did anything wrong, it is just a matter of trust. Trust upon our moon goddess, no matter the tears, disappointment, hatred, and tough times you faced. Everything will be worth it. Losing a mate is the most dreadful moment in a life of a werewolf. Dying along with your mate is what is preferred when the situation occurs because the pain of it is worse than death and even more when you are helpless. And, as if it is not enough, you even lose your pup in between all of this. The only piece left with you of your mate. Facing such a situation only, will Devika be able to survive being left alone with no place to go and roam? What is she going to do? Will she be left with no place to go or her fate is already planned? Where Devika is going through her most dreadful situation, there is someone another who is going through the pressure of not only being the Alpha of the pack but to secure its future. The future he had planned of happiness but left with sorrow. Will the two souls drowning in the sea of grief be able to swim out of it? What if the moon goddess has something for them to look forward to? But the question here lies, who is he? Lets join the journey of Devika and this someone to know what is going to happen. THE JOURNEY OF HOW TWO BROKEN AND LOST SOULS WILL HEAL EACH OTHER. DISCLAIMER: NO, THIS IS NOT ANY USUAL CHOSEN MATE BOOK.

I've been in a secret relationship with Declan Gibson for five years, and I've tried to seduce him more times than I can count. Yet, when I stand in front of him in my birthday suit and a pair of bunny ears, all he does is worry that I'll catch a cold and wrap me in a blanket. I used to think his restraint came from being the mafia don, that he was saving our first time for our wedding night. However, one month before the ceremony, he secretly plans the city's grandest fireworks show to celebrate his childhood sweetheart's birthday. They hug and share a slice of cake in public. That night, they check into a hotel. … The next morning, I watch them leave together. That's when I realize Declan is not restrained. He just doesn't love me, so I walk out of the hotel. I call my parents. "Dad, I've broken up with Declan. I'll marry into the Sullivan family as planned." My father is stunned. "I thought you were madly in love with Declan. Why did you break up? I heard Bryson can't have children. You've always loved kids. What will you do once you marry him?" "It's fine," I reply, disheartened. "We can always adopt."

I looked at the side of my bed, caressing it while imagining some things that would make me feel happy. But even my own imagination feels like betraying me, telling that this is my reality and there is nothing that I can do with that. I even ask god, do I deserve to suffer for the second time around?

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

My name used to be Misty Smith, but I killed her with the help of a family court judge in the city and became Sophia O’Shea. Okay, I became emancipated at sixteen because my parents were addicts, and the judge was nice enough to let me change my name because their addiction were slowly destroying my future. I bought my first car, got a single-wide trailer in a small town, sued a girl on my first day at my new school during my senior year, and became a billionaire genius before receiving my high school diploma. It's all thanks to my four grandparents leaving me everything before they bit the dust even though we've never met, and after becoming friends with the girl I sued on the first day of my senior year, I found out my high school crush, who moved back to Baton Rouge, Louisiana with his family after graduation, also had a crush on me. Only time will tell if it was meant to be or if it was just a phase. **WARNING: ADDICTION, DRUGS, VIOLENCE, PROFANITY, SEXUAL REFERENCES, AND OTHER ADULT CONTENT PRESENT! May not be suitable for readers under the age of 18! Please read at your own discretion!**

Alise Ambroise, the one and only daughter of the Ambroise Family and the next heir who caused a huge impact on the world once they knew she was still alive. Everyone thinks she's dead, but the truth is she is still alive and well. Once she returned being the heir of the Ambroise family she embarked on her new journey at Prestigious Academy. There she will encounter drama, danger, betrayal, friendship, and love. But loving this person has a consequence as she is to fall in love with one of her bodyguards. (Re-written as a new novel from "Protecting The Heir")

Semua berawal dari perkenalan tak sengaja antara Hyun Myungsuk, seorang komikus amatir dan Bae Jihyun, penulis novel pendatang baru di sosial media. Keduanya meet up di Seoul untuk membahas rencana kolaborasi project gabungan mereka. Sayangnya, rencana itu tidak berjalan dengan mulus, karena Myungsuk dan Jihyun mendapat gangguan dari berbagai pihak. Sebut saja Jang Beomgyu, editor yang meragukan hasil karya mereka dan diam-diam menaruh rasa pada Jihyun. Lee Dantae, pacar Jihyun yang punya rahasia besar di balik ketenarannya, juga mulai cemburu pada kedekatan Jihyun dan Myungsuk. Lalu ada si barbar Kim Sunmi, komikus profesional yang merupakan kekasih Myungsuk. Sifatnya posesif, cemburuan dan kekanak-kanakan. Tekanan dari berbagai sisi membuat keduanya harus mencari cara agar kolaborasi terbaik mereka membuahkan hasil maksimal. Masalahnya kian pelik, saat Kim Wooseok, seorang rapper yang punya brand pakaian terkenal, meminta Sunmi mencari model yang pas untuk dipotret bersama Lee Dantae. Sunmi kemudian mengajukan sebuah permintaan pada Myungsuk. Dan hal-hal yang berkaitan dengan Kang Wooseok ini, pelan-pelan menyeretnya pada masalah kejelasan hubungannya dengan Ji Seojin, kakak Sunmi. Till The End Of The World, tiga kisah dengan masing-masing konflik yang membelenggu mereka. Menyadarkan Jihyun bahwa semua yang M katakan, seorang penyiar misterius di stasiun radio Daegu, benar adanya. Bahwa hubungan yang baik butuh banyak pengertian dan pengorbanan.