From Ashes To Flames

"Woman, you broke the contract. It is cleary written that you can't take away the child." The man trapped Ruby James in between the wall and his tall and muscular body. "But I gave you one." "This is what I should get but it can't change the fact that you took one away. It is obvious that you broke the deal. So, you have to compensate with one billion dollar." "But I don't have that much money." "So, how about signing another contract." "What type of contract?" "A marriage contract."

Hirasaya stands out from everyone else in the land of ice because she doesn’t have a gift to control water-related magic. People around her hated her— but little did she know that it was because her existence threatened them. Through the help of her secretive family, a newly found friend, and a boy that came out of nowhere, can she unveil her identity or perhaps a hidden monster that hides within her? Especially when revealing her identity can be the key to the truth behind a world supposed to be gone?

A series of short letters between a teenage girl and boy. I just really hope you all enjoy reading this book.

They saw each other in a dream which connected them... Clench lived in another world, a handsome and rich man who will soon meet Ylisha who came from a different world. But then only him could see and hear her. Can two different people from different worlds be together? "I love him but I think fate was against us." I opened my eyes and everything becomes empty, no feelings, no emotions, everything was all dark and blue, I miss him...(Ylisha) "I miss her...I'm drowning," (Clench

Karla is trying to survive long enough in her pack to find her mate. When she is mated to the soon to be alpha of silver moon pack he rejects her on the spot. Karla get a second chance mate with the alpha of the Dark river pack. Will he be enough to help her get over the mental and physical abuse? Will he help her find her true self? karla wants to be loved for who she is and not what other want her to be. She wants to start fresh with a new life full of happness and love. When she discovers that she more then a normal she-wolf being around her can put her love ones at risk. Can love conquer all for this one she-wolf?

Jey Azenaiah is an average girl. She knows that being a beautiful girl is far from the description of her face. Pero pagdating naman sa patalinuhan ay nangunguna siya. She is brave and she never let someone drag her down. She always do what is right and do what she wants. Ngunit sa panibagong eskwelahan na papasukan niya malaking pagbabago sa buhay ang makakaharap niya. One glance at Darius Flint Hicayo, she knows that her heart is crazily like someone. Mabilis siyang nahulog at nadala sa tibok ng kanyang puso. But in life, there are circumstances that even yourself can't control and for Jey Azenaiah it was Jax Atticus Grayse. In the play of flames three hearts will be the player but only one will be the winner. Would destiny help Azen to determine her own flames? Or would she rather let herself find what her heart admires?

To help Sean pay off his high-interest loans, I sold my house. He hugged me tightly, crying, and promised to marry me on next year's Valentine's Day. It happened to be Valentine's Day when I paid off the last of his debt. However, what I saw shattered me—he was in bed with another woman. He arrogantly mocked me: "What are you staring at? You're not much different from her, are you? Go buy some rubbers for us." That's when it hit me—he had lied to me. Later, I agreed to marry the man my parents had chosen for me before they passed away. On the wedding day, Sean and his friends came to mock me: "Ella, do you think that I'll marry you if you just wear a wedding dress and follow me around? You're so shameless!" However, everything changed when the priest announced the exchange of rings. At that moment, as Sean's uncle knelt and placed the ring on my finger, I saw a flash of fear in Sean's eyes.

Two best friends Emily Jacobs and Delilah Tomson have been in each other’s lives ever since they were young . They have known each other for as long as they can remember so it certainly came as a shock to many when Delilah had an affair with Emily’s husband . When Emily found out about the affair , the shock induced her labor two weeks before her due date . As if that was not enough she lost her new born triplets to a fire at the hospital. Instead of her husband offering comfort he blames her for saving her self instead of their new born babies and demands a divorce so that he marries Delilah who had just given birth to his son . In a single day Emily lost her new born babies , her husband and childhood best friend . Ten years later Emily returns with a different face and identity to investigate the cause of her triplets’ death and to also take revenge on everyone that has betrayed her in the past . Who will stop the fury of a scorned woman ?

My mate-to-be, Ethan, said he had some urgent work come up right before our planned full moon trip. He bailed. I was missing him like crazy, so I immediately drove for over ten hours to his city. I hadn’t told Ethan I was coming. There I was, flowers in hand, standing outside his mansion, ready to give my destined mate a sweet surprise. But then I caught the mixed scent of Ethan and another female werewolf. The scent was sickeningly familiar. Amber Collins. Ethan’s ex-mate. I fought back the burn in my nose, my eyes already red, and pushed the door open. And what did I see? Them, sharing a glass of red wine, cuddled up, practically on top of each other. When Ethan finally noticed me, he jerked his arm away from Amber, walked stiffly over, his voice laced with panic. "Scarlett, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”