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The door opened before she could knock, and her mother gasped out. "Sharon!!" Mrs. Miller's hands came to her mouth and her voice shook with so much emotion. Sharon grinned weakly. "Hi, Mom, I am back home." Chapter 1: Homecoming "Sharon!?" Her mother gave her a tight hug, she was careful and avoided pushing Ethan on her arms. "Oh, darling, you're back! Look at you and who is this young prince?." Sharon's mother replied full of excitement. "This is Ethan," Sharon softly stated. “Your grandson.”

"Then paying the hospital bill would've been enough. Why'd you donate your blood? You're already Rh-negative. It's going to take forever for you to recover." "If I didn't donate blood, how else would that woman die?" Estel smirked slyly. "I found out Nina is allergic to mangoes. I ate several of them before donating the blood. She's as good as dead." The three of them quickly began fantasizing about Estel's life after marrying into wealth. I stepped forward at the perfect moment and pointed at Estel in disbelief. "How could you do something like this?" The moment they saw me, all three fell silent. I grabbed Estel's hand and pretended to pull her toward the door. "There's still time for you

she lied. Ryan gave her a small, sad smile. "You should be." --- Far below them, deep in the mansion’s stone bowels, Mason writhed against the restraints cutting into his wrists. The room was cold and damp, the air heavy with mildew and old blood. But Mason barely noticed. His mind was racing too fast. Plotting. Scheming. Planning his revenge. He wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. His lips twisted into a snarl as he strained against the handcuffs, feeling them bite into his skin.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

Like it or not, they are tangled together in a web of deceit, danger and desire that will either lead to their downfall or might just be their saving grace. I will give an update here when it becomes available! All the best, Cara Update: Book 2 A Tangled Fate: Bound By Her Betas is up now on the GN App!!

Aron wasn't just going to walk away from her that easily. A/N: Hey thank you for reading Book One and journeying with me. This is the End of Book One. Update: Book Two is up. F******k: taniashava I*******m: tanz.v

Welcome back for my previous readers, and for those who are new to my stories. This book is the fourth book in my Twist of Fate Series: - The Wrong Alpha - A Twist of Fate? Delilah can't wait for her boyfriend to turn seventeen, for him to meet his Alpha wolf and be able to finally sense his fated mate. She's long since been predicted as his fated mate and they make the perfect couple, surely fate couldn't take an unexpected twist and take Delilah on a painful path she didn't expect?

I could be wrong… but if I wasn’t… I could play the same game he was playing with me. Even if I lose, because I knew I will, at least it will be while fighting. ____ A. Gupta Check out TWISTED MARRIAGE: MMF MAFIA ROMANCE and other Completed books. All books are Dark Romance with morally grey characters, that occasionally turn pitch black...

The witches were infamous for harassing the deviant elements for their own purposes and it was likely both boys were under their influence for professional reasons. The younger boy who was scarcely eighteen had long blonde hair and a tight ass that looked just like a college girl on a cheerleading team. His name was Francis and as it turned out he was one of those transgendered persons who had ambiguous sexual identities and enjoyed taking it up the ass more than anything else of a sexual nature. Lafitte had him stripped and stretched across the whipping table just to see how his flanks looked when bent over in a defenseless position. He was surprised because from the rear, the boy with his