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The blindfold came off. I blinked. A chandelier. A fireplace. A mansion i had never seen. And a man i had known my whole life — standing with his back to me, a half-empty bottle on the table beside him. Caleb. "Please." My voice cracked. "I don't know what's happening. I think there's been a mistake—" He turned slowly. The grief on his face curdled into something else entirely. "You put her in that chair," he said. Low. Shaking. "You did that." "I didn't—" He crossed the room in four strides. His hand closed in my hair and drove me to my knees before i could breathe. "You're not going home," Caleb Wren said quietly. "Your sister's wedding is in four days. You look exactly like her." His eyes moved over me, cold and final. "You're going to take her place. Consider it what you owe."

Disguised as a boy, twenty one years old Layla Monroe hides in the one place no one would dare look for a runaway she-wolf, the Alpha Training Academy. Fleeing a forced marriage to a cruel Alpha twice her age, Layla Monroe chops her hair, masks her scent, and takes on the identity of her dead brother who had been just eighteen. But survival isn’t easy when she’s assigned to share a dorm with the Academy’s most ruthless and desired trainee, Asher Voss. He’s arrogant, sharp-eyed, and far too close for comfort. Worse, the mate bond begins to pull them and there’s no hiding from that pull. As the full moon approaches and Asher’s senses sharpen, Layla must balance gruelling combat training, a growing rebellion in the pack, and the danger of being discovered, not only as a girl, but as the mate of the very Alpha she can never claim. Because if her secret is exposed, it won’t just be her heart at stake, it will be her life.

“You are not here to love me. You are here to set me free. Do not forget that.” He was cursed for a thousand years. She was betrayed in a single night. Ivy was born glowing, otherworldly blue hair, glowing eyes, and a destiny too big for her fragile heart. Once cherished as the savior of her pack, she was brutally betrayed, rejected by the very alpha she loved... and left for dead. But death didn’t claim her. He did. Damon Blackfang. The cursed Lycan King. A beast feared by nations. A god in wolf’s skin. Silent. Brutal. Deadly. Bound by invisible chains that only a true mate can break. He never wanted love. He only wanted freedom. And she? She wanted revenge. Bound by prophecy. Fueled by vengeance. Tempted by something neither of them dared name, love. In a kingdom ruled by blood, betrayal, and beasts, Ivy must make an impossible choice: Break his curse… or break her own heart. Because when the chain falls… so might the king.

Ever since I started at the Brooklyn Enquirer as a journalist, I've been reporting on stories nobody cares about. But the other day, I found a story that I was sure the audience would sink their teeth into. One that was front-page worthy and would make our newspaper infamous. Except it centers around a mafia boss and his bloodthirsty brothers.  It won't be easy to get it, but I'm determined to prove my worth. And it starts with Darick Dawson. My heart fluttered as we gazed into each other's eyes. At the same time, we leaned forward, and our lips touched. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stroked his fingers through my hair, pulling at the roots softly, earning a moan from me. He traced his finger around my lips when suddenly, I opened my eyes and noticed the red in his irises getting darker. My Bloodthirsty Mafia Man is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author

Olivia Holton used to have a secret crush on her brothers bestfriend, that is until he changed. Once they had gotten into high-school his entire personality changed. He forgot that he used to wear braces, and was a nerd before working out two summers ago constantly. He worked out until he was built like a god, got rid of the braces and suddenly popular girls were falling at his feet. It also doesn't hurt when he wears that black leather jacket, has brown shaggy hair and dark green hazel eyes. Jesus the boy is gorgeous but she couldn't can't stand him now. Her secret crushed faded when she realized it was never going to happen with Sean Walker. She gave up on getting her brothers best friend to notice her a long time ago and she wants to move on. She needs to move on but as soon as she started dating a boy, Sean had problems with it.

Séptima Belleza Velasquez started her journey after entering thr Roxwell Academy. It is a place where vampires and other supernatural creatures are trained to be in a full form and to be a warrior of their Nation - Seville against the Nation of the North. When the people knew she has a blonde hair, she was criticised, feared and hated by the people of the Academy. All the things got worst when the Travenjour selected her to be one of the Dauntless. The most dangerous and dark sect of the academy. But it was nothing to her to be one of the Dauntless, until she got to knew their stories. They accepted her as one of them. But then, troubles never die. The warriors of the North attacked the Academy. They're finding her because of the said prophecy that the elders only knew about it. Then she discovered her real identity, her purpose and her mission. She's the only weapon of the North to wipe out the entire Nation of Seville. A very dangerous prophecy that will turn them all into ashes and will cover them with bloods is on her hands. And the only way to stop the prophecy, is to kill her.

All my memories are the same for as long as I can remember. Pain, abuse, and being torn down by those who were supposed to care for me the most. All them intermingle and stab at my heart and self-esteem, attempting to turn my very soul to ice. However, amongst all the pain and suffering, there is a moment in time when I truly felt like maybe I wasn't such a wretched existence. And in those memories, it is always the same person that is by my side. The boy with the dark hair that is just a bit too long and stormy gray eyes that take me in as if I'm the most precious existence he has ever laid eyes on. Maybe if this boy hadn't reached out a hand that day I wouldn't have survived, but now I can't even consider looking him in the eye if we ever meet again as I fear seeing that smile and that look of complete and utter devotion being given to someone like me who no longer deserves it.

My husband, Joaquin Landon, is a renowned wax sculptor. He hangs up on me when I call him to save my life so he can focus on the wax sculpture his cousin wants. Amphetamine is injected into my system, so my mind is clear as I watch my nails get removed one by one. Every inch of my skin is covered in burning hot wax. My hair and lashes are plucked off, and my organs are ground. Steel pipes are inserted into my legs, and I'm turned into a wax sculpture. Joaquin sees me during an exhibition. His colleague tells him that the wax sculpture he sees looks eerily like me, but he merely looks disgusted. "All she does is cause trouble and act unreasonably. She's better off dead." What he doesn't know is that I already am. Joaquin doesn't recognize that I'm the wax sculpture before him.

I had been trying to get pregnant for six months. Ernest Marino, the Don of the Marinos, would personally make me a herbal brew every day to ensure that my body was properly nurtured. He watched me tenderly as I drank the brew and whispered into my ear, "You're a good girl, Mia. You need to drink this, no matter how bad it tastes, for the sake of our baby." When my full black hair started to fall, and my gums began to bleed for no good reason, I found out that it was not medicine I was drinking. It was an immunosuppressant. Ernest had spent six months showering me with adoration, turning me into the perfect organ donor. The herbal brew I had been consuming would make it so that the recipient, his precious stepsister with uremia, would not experience rejection symptoms. He thought that I was a woman who could be treated anyway he wanted. However, he had no idea that I was a Corleone. I was from Severia's oldest, most ruthless mafia family, the Corleones.

Meet Dianne Nefertiti Nigel Maximillian, daughter to King Maximillian ii and the apple of his eyes. A princess who had everything she ever wanted at the tip of her hand, A curvaceous red hair with an attitude. She catches the eye of a mysterious figure who would do anything to have her and make her his forever. A tragic event separates her from the life she knew, making her fall prey to the very man she hated, the man who took everything away from her and yet also drives her crazy with his words. "you belong to me". She is not ready to give in to him. He would stop at nothing to have her. She refuses to listen to her heart. He refuses to let her go. There is an intense battle of wits and wills as none is ready to give in to the other. Find out what will happen in this story. STEP INTO THE WORLD OF INTENSITY, THE WORLD OF DANGEROUS LOVE. I still remain your humble writer, AUTHORESS VICKY.