Folded Steel Katana

Big, sexy bikers who know how to please a lady? Yeah, sign me up for that! Murder, betrayal, and a mystery to be solved? Well, if life gives you lemons and that... Welcome to the city of Fairfax, where deaths are mysteriously covered up, the cops are corrupt, and the only one fighting for justice is the Wolf Riders MC. The Lone Wolf (Cracker's and Steel's story) The She Wolf (Bitpull's and Prez's story) The Rogue Wolf (Rose's and Knives's story)

Being cursed is not the best feeling in the world, during a world war. All the races: vampires, werewolves, humans, dragons and witches were in battle leading to a fight for world dominance. The werewolves, vampires and humans destroyed the world. Leading to the Divine being cursing them. Each vampire and wolves had to carry each others traits 1. The fierce attitude of the werewolves 2. Fangs and longlife of the vampires 3. And the worst trait of humans falling in love. Born a vampire God is Alexander, who lost his parents due to a severe bomb created by the humans. He hates humans and all he wants is to end their existence. He carries all this traits but refuse to let humans weakness be one of his. But little does he knows what the Divine being has planned for him. A mate innocent human "Riele steel"

All I ever wanted was to be a female fighter.It was in my blood to smack people around.Some girls wore pink dresses and makeup, I wore sneakers and bruises.I was a loner, stuck to myself because I was different, until Camden Steel moved next door.I punched him in the mouth, and he saw me through rose colored glasses from that day on.I had everything I ever wanted.The boy next door, inspiring career… until I didn’t.He hates me. I deserve that.They say you have to fight for what you want… What they don’t tell you… is it’ll cost you more than you're willing to give to reach the top.Love Tap is created by M.N. Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Moans. I hear moans. "Ugh! Faster!" I covered my ears like an innocent child hoping that they would quite down. I ran back down the kitchen and drank a glass of water. I'm not paid enough for this. Thinking back and I was already regretting my life decisions— NOT! Now that I have discovered how much of a big womanizer this fiancée of mine is, I think I now have a reason to dump him. Disguised as his maid is so hard just to get intel unto what his true colors actually are. Honestly wasn't the best idea, but it definitely is the most efficient one. I sat on the counter of the kitchen and rested my head on the table over my folded arms. Perhaps a nap might help innocent me up. Just when slumber finally came, I heard sloppy footsteps coming down the staircase. The "young master" finally finished his business. I went to meet them at the bottom of the stairs to greet his lady friend safety on her way home. "I can't wait for tomorrow night," she said in a seductive tone and batted her lashes on him. I held back my urge to barf. Her arms are all over him as if she was the drunk one when in fact it was my good for nothing fiancé. "You're too loud," Timothee replied as it was his way of rejecting girls. And yes, another girl cried that night. She won't be expecting to sleep with him again. As the lady went out the door, I look at the young master. His hair wet, topless and jeans unbuttoned. "Don't drool over me, scullery maid." And with that he went back up. Jerk!

"I-I T-That was" she couldn't form the right words because of fear. Fear of getting exposed, fear of being caught. The Secret she was buried deep inside her about to expose in front of him, which she never wanted in a million years. "Sssh" the rough pad of his thumb caressed her soft lips while his big veiny hand held her waist with a steel like grip only to close her eyes helplessly. "Let me taste you Sweetness" , with that crashing his lips on her sealed her fate with him, unaware of the consequences. Isabella Watson, a beautiful 23 years old girl. She is the epitome of beauty any man can die for. She left her homeland just to put herself into the devil's den. Alexander Kingston, a 30 years old handsome bachelor. The youngest billionaire of the country is also a ruthless mafia King of the underworld . He is known for his manipulative mind and rudeness. He is living his life just to destroy the person who snatched his beloved one. Her Secret, a heartbreaking tale of her innocent soul. A tale of her misery and his revenge.

Audrina, a powerless omega, becomes entangled in a web of deception created by her own flesh and blood. Her crafty stepsister sends her into the arms of MistyMoon Pack's Alpha, James, where she meets a guy whose icy demeanor conceals his powerful and fair character. With chiseled features and a stare that could melt steel, James is both hot and gorgeous. Their one-night affair suddenly blossoms into a lifetime commitment with the news of a kid on the way, leaving them divided between desire and danger. But behind the surface of their undeniable mate bond, there lies a hidden identity and buried truths that could ruin the spark that was just beginning to ignite.

In a world of lies and betrayal, revenge becomes the only currency worth trading. Evelyn Miller, an only child born into wealth and privilege, inheriting her family fortune and prestigious lineage, she was groomed to fit into high society from a tender age and attending lavish social events, What she ever truly seek was a true connection and love. Putting on a new identity as Isabella Hearst and leaving behind her identity as an heiress to follow what her heart truly desire - True love. Alexander Montague was everything she ever wanted in a man, walking down the aisle with him eight month into the relationship was like a dream come true, but dreams could also become nightmares. In a world where deceit and betrayal lurk behind every smile, Evelyn finds herself at the center of a web of lies spun by the very man she trusted with her heart. Seven years of marriage as a submissive, caring and understanding wife to a seemingly loving husband, only to discover that her life has been nothing but a charade orchestrated by his selfish desires. With fire in her eyes and steel in her soul, she embarked on a journey of revenge, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.

Si Kristine ay masunuring anak at hindi mahilig makipagtalo sa kahit na sino. Maraming pumupuri sa kanya dahil sa kanyang magaling na pakikisama, kaya malaking tanong para sa kanya kung bakit hinayaan ng Diyos na mangyari sa kanya ang kanyang mga pinagdaanan? Ang second year anniversary nila ng two years boyfriend at planong pagbibigay ng sarili rito dahil sigurado na siyang ito ang lalaking gusto niyang maging asawa ay nauwi sa isang malaking eskandalo. Ang lalaking namulatan niya sa kama ay isang guwapong C.E.O. ng isang steel fabrication at inaakala naman nitong isa siyang prostitute na inarkila nito. Mabilis ding kumalat ang scandal nila na hindi rin niya alam kung paano nangyari at sino ang may gawa. Dahil doon, pilit siyang pinahihiwalay ng ina ng kanyang boyfriend sa anak nito at pinagbantaan. Maging ang kanyang ama ay galit na galit sa kanya at sinabing hinding-hindi na siya makakatungtong sa pamamahay nila hangga't hindi niya dinadala ang lalaking kasama niya sa scandal at nang araw din na iyon, nakipaghiwalay sa kanya ang kanyang boyfriend. Nagpakalayo-layo siya dahil sa kahihiyan pero maliit ang mundo dahil ang boss niya pala sa bagong trabaho ay ang mismong nakatabi niya sa kama, at ito rin ang unang nakaalam na buntis siya at ito ang ama. Pinipilit din ng lola nito na panagutan siya o aalisin ito sa kompanya. Kung magiging asawa niya ito matutuwa ang kanyang ama na isang investment ang tingin sa kanya. Magpapakasal lang sila dahil pareho nila iyong kailangan. Para kay Kristine, ang magulang na lamang niya ang mayroon siya, kahit para na lamang sa katuwaan ng mga ito ay magpapatali siya sa lalaking kasama niya sa naganap na bangungot ng buhay niya.

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.