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"It's alright Luciana, everything will be fine—they're just like you.”"No they're not, they have wings." Luciana Morgenstern has been hunted all her life. The High Council told everyone it was because she was a hybrid, but Luciana knows they truly consider her a threat because she has abilities that could make her far more powerful than even the Council's leader—so they take away the one thing that allows her to use her gifts, and put her into the Angel Academy. She has lived in the Academy for nine years now, and at the start of her tenth year, a dozen new angels join. One of which, will turn her miserable life upside down as the Council's intricate web of lies starts to unravel . . .

"Save me, and you'll get 100 million dollars!"Larissa Solace accidentally saves a man. Her reward? 100 million dollars as well as Ambrose Hamilton, the man whom she just saved."Mr. Hamilton, Mrs. Hamilton said she wants to buy a luxury goods store!""She can use my card for that.""Oh no! Mrs. Hamilton punched someone in the nose!""Why didn't you punch that person for her?""Mister, that celeb is so hot! Can I become his fan?""Sure thing."That night, Larissa buys a train ticket and flees the city overnight. "Screw you for saying that, Ambrose!"Before Larissa meets Ambrose, her life is a pathetic mess because her sister has stolen everything from her. After that fateful meeting, she finds herself getting pampered like a princess.

12 lives were chosen to be the end of this war. 12 lives is what we were told were all that was needed. when we finally crossed the border to the fae however the truth came to light. I lived my life believing service to my country was enough and that I should be glad to die a martyr. Now as I see Nok standing in the night I can't help but feel like it's just not worth it. After 3 years of training Ashai and her comrades are pushed into a new world with one goal in mind: kill the fae king and bring peace. When she meets a young fae named Nok however the simplicity of the plan fades and she is forced to choose between her mission: the one thing she was made to do, and her new found freedom that comes with her fae blood. Lies are revealed and her life turns upside down when she enters the fae court, how will she deal with the over powering emotions of the fae and her own perceived inferiority? Maybe that dark and mysterious King could help her? Dive into a twisting tale of Faerie court politics, royal family drama, and romantic triangles with Ashai who tries to navigate the wild new world she's found herself in.

“I hate you, Maeve. You are so foolish. Your father was smarter, making me sign that prenup, but I killed him, and now that you signed everything over to Sandra and me, the woman I truly love, I have no use for you,” Dylan Grayson confessed without remorse, pushing his heavily wife, Maeve Cambridge, down the stairs in the course of her labor pains. Before she died, her ex-husband, Gabriel Scott, whom she divorced right after a forced marriage to marry Dylan Grayson, lifted her lifeless body into his arms, and his confession brought unease to her soul, “I’m sorry, Maeve, I got here too late, but please don’t die on me. I know you don’t love me, but I can live with it. I just can’t live without you,” Grabriel sobbed in the crook of her neck. Reborn to the time of her engagement to Dylan, Maeve was determined to pay him back with his own coin and love only Gabriel, but upon meeting him again, Gabriel proudly wore a wedding ring Maeve never saw before, and rumor had it that he leaves the office early to his mysterious wife every day. So, was it too late to love the only man who loved her?

Eighteen year old Hannah Ayala makes the ultimate sacrifice to protect her mate, future Alpha of the crimson pack, Coby Brady, by taking the fall for a crime she didn't commit. Believeing in Coby's promise to free her once he becomes Alpha. She hopes for a future together, however, her world crumble when Coby reject her, labeling her a murderer and choosing her step-sister Vivian as his luna. Imprisoned and abandoned to rot, Hannah discovers she is pregnant with Coby's child. When her pack is attacked, Hannah seizes the opportunity to escape, only to be captured by Xavier Bonnet, the most feared lycan king alive. Xavier, cursed by the moon goddess for his ruthlessness has been searching for a pure soul to break his immortality curse. But he never expected Hannah, a woman marked by betrayal and carrying another man's child to be the one to heal the darkness within him. Yet for Hannaah's sake, Xavier is willing to forsake everything, even his own redemption. **EXCERPT** "Coby please," I gasped, trying to speak but my voice was barely audible. With bloodshot eyes, Coby began to speak over me, his voice cold and detached. "I, Alpha Coby Brady, hereby reject you, Hannah Ayala, as my mate and future luna. I hope you rot her in prison for all eternity" I couldn't breathe, not because his hands were still choking my windpipe, but because the connection binding us as fated mates had been snapped in two. I felt vunerable and gasping for air, the pain ripping through my chest totally unbearable. But i wasn't going to let him have the last word. With a voice that was loud and clearer than i thought possible, i told him, "I, Hannah Ayala, hereby accept your rejection,"

Dans l’ombre de son appartement, elle observait les plans du quartier général de Viktor, le mafieux le plus puissant du pays. Chaque détail comptait, chaque mouvement était essentiel. Aujourd'hui, elle allait frapper au cœur du royaume de Viktor. Le casse était risqué, mais la récompense en valait la peine. Une somme colossale. De l’argent qui changerait sa vie, si elle parvenait à s’échapper. Selena n’était pas comme les autres voleuses. Elle était plus que douée, elle était une légende. Ses attaques étaient propres, silencieuses, invisibles. Jamais un indice, jamais une trace. Cela faisait des années qu’elle vivait dans l’ombre, esquivant la police, les flics de la mafia et tout ce qui pouvait se dresser sur son chemin. Mais aujourd’hui, l’enjeu était plus grand. Elle ne volait pas seulement de l’argent. Elle volait la richesse d’un homme qui n’avait jamais connu de défaite, un homme qui contrôlait tout : les hommes, les affaires, la peur. Viktor Aleksandrov. Son nom était murmuré dans les coins les plus sombres de la ville, un spectre qui faisait trembler quiconque osait le défier. Il était un chef de la mafia d’une cruauté inouïe, un homme qui n’avait ni cœur ni pitié.

I've been dating the country's most eligible bachelor for two years. My base salary is $2 million, with bonuses based on performance. Holding hands costs $10,000, putting an arm around his waist is $20,000, and a kiss on the lips is a bit pricier at $50,000. As for certain bedroom activities, well, those come with a whole different price tag. Brad is fair-skinned and handsome, appearing only once a month – he's practically a walking Tiffany's diamond. Life is so sweet, it's easy to get complacent if you're not careful. One night, a DM popped up on Instagram from a stranger. "If you trust me, check your boyfriend's phone." "?" "I'm his girlfriend." "Am I the third party or are you the third party?" "You're third, I'm fourth." "Let's meet and talk details."

My husband, Matthew Glover, fabricates a scandal to help his childhood sweetheart, reporter Melanie Reed, boost her numbers. "Mrs. Glover Sleeps Around—Multiple Affairs Lead to Repeated Miscarriages." He uses it as a gimmick to grab attention. Next thing I know, my name's in the mud and the internet's tearing me to pieces. When I bring up divorce, Matthew says I'm blowing things out of proportion. "Melanie just started at the TV station. If she doesn't deliver, her coworkers will laugh at her. You're just doing her a favor. It's not like you're actually losing anything." I don't even bother arguing with him. I simply push the divorce agreement toward him. "If you want to help her, go ahead. But we're getting divorced!"

Léa n’aurait jamais imaginé qu’un simple dîner marquerait le début d’un bouleversement dans sa vie. Elle aimait Thomas, ou du moins, c'est ce qu’elle croyait. Leur relation avait toujours été stable, sans vagues, ancrée dans une routine confortable. Thomas, avec sa douceur et son calme rassurant, lui avait apporté un équilibre dont elle avait tant besoin. Ils formaient un couple harmonieux, ou du moins, c'était ce qu'elle avait voulu croire. Puis, il y avait eu cette rencontre. Théophile, le frère jumeau de Thomas, avait toujours été présent dans leur vie, une ombre familière en toile de fond, avec son sourire charmeur et son esprit vif. Mais ce n’est qu’à ce moment-là, après des années d’équilibre, que quelque chose changea. Ce qui n’aurait dû être qu’une visite anodine de Théophile devint une rencontre déterminante. Les liens qui l’unissaient à Thomas s’effritaient lentement, tandis que ses sentiments pour Théophile grandissaient en intensité. Au fil des jours, son amour pour Thomas s’estompa, et son regard, son cœur, tout en elle n’avait plus d’yeux que pour Théophile. Et bientôt, Léa se retrouva déchirée entre deux hommes identiques en apparence, mais fondamentalement différents en essence. Comment une relation stable et prévisible pouvait-elle être balayée par une passion naissante pour un frère jumeau ? Léa était sur le point de découvrir que l’amour, loin d’être simple, était souvent imprévisible et cruel. Elle avait fait un choix de cœur, mais ce choix allait tout changer – pour elle, pour Thomas, et pour Théophile. L’histoire qui s’ouvrait devant elle n’était plus celle d’un amour unique, mais d’un amour partagé. Un amour pour deux.

The night of my first shift at eighteen, my two older brothers brought home a twelve-year-old orphaned Omega. My alpha brother seized the rare healing herb I'd spent all my savings on—herbs meant to ease my first transformation—and gave them to her instead. "You're strong enough," he growled. "You don't need such precious herbs." My beta brother snarled with fury, pointing toward the door. "Get out! Don't come back!" I said nothing more, just grabbed my packed bag and left. They assumed I was merely throwing a tantrum, that I'd return in a few days. My brothers, finally free of my presence, took the orphan girl on an international vacation to the Caribbean islands I'd always dreamed of visiting. Many days later, when they returned to the pack, they were shocked to discover I'd accepted an offer from the neighboring pack's Head Healer. The position required fifteen years of isolated herbal research. I could never return home. That night, they fell apart.