Gambar Cover Novels & Stories

"I keep the world safe from his people, but now he's the one protecting me.The Sluagh has come for me and nothing stops them. The monsters of Fairy chitter and cackle and screech all around us while Tiernan holds me tightly, hiding us within his magic. Under the cover of some roots, his body laid over mine, we wait. His lips brush my cheek. Our rapid breaths merge. My palms press against his chest, molding to his muscles and pulsing with his heartbeat. The terrifying sounds around us echo into silence but as I stare into his silver eyes I know the danger hasn't passed. This man—this fairy hunter—could tear apart my world.Fairy-Struck is created by Amy Sumida, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

She was placed in his world to kill him. Three years later, she still hasn't. Instead she has been quietly dismantling every threat moving against Dominic from the inside no orders, no credit, no explanation while playing the fragile woman he thinks he rescued. Now the syndicate is done waiting. A second operative has been sent to finish the job, and Lena knows the truth she isn't just a protector anymore. She's a loose end. Saving Dominic means burning her cover. Burning her cover means showing him everything every lie, every performance, every moment of vulnerability she manufactured. Except somewhere between the mission and the man, some of it stopped being manufactured. And she can't tell the difference anymore.

He pushed me to the wall and quickly guided me with both hands so that I couldn't escape "You are going no where, you can't escape from me today. I must have you, your body and soul is mine!" "please stop this, I have a boyfriend!". "Boyfriend? From today onwards, I will be the only one to make love to you". He tore the front part of my dress, revealing my bra that was holding my huge firm breasts in place. I attempted to cover up myself and run away but his grip on my hands was too strong. I kicked him at his manhood area and he was weakened and finally, I could escape. But as I ran to the door and tried to open it, I realized that it was locked with its key removed!!

We promised forever, but his hockey fame tore us apart. Five years later, I’m the journalist assigned to cover his championship run. He’s cold during interviews, answers clipped, eyes never lingering long enough for me to read what he’s thinking. But off-camera, his burning gaze pins me down like I never left. Like we never ended, which blurs the line of love and lust. The team calls him untouchable now. A league legend in the making. I came here to tell his story, not to fall back into it. But as I dug deep, I realized everything I thought I knew was a lie. And someone is determined to make sure I uncover it, no matter who gets destroyed when I do. Including Me.

I won the first prize at the Christmas party, which came with a bonus of $3,000. My boss generously doubled the rewards, and I eventually got $6,000. But my best friend and my boss started egging me on to treat everyone. In fact, they were just getting me to cover the company’s Christmas party. If I did not agree, my best friend wanted to cut off ties with me, and my boss wanted to fire me. Due to the pressure, I had to foot the bill, and I even ended up paying an extra $50,000 out of my own pocket. After I paid the bill, they abandoned me, who was drunk, and I just froze to death on the side of the road. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the day when the Christmas party was held.

After buying a secondhand laptop online, I turn it on and discover that the wallpaper is a fully nude photo of my fiancé, Zane Lockhart. I am stunned. Could there be such a coincidence that Zane's old possession somehow makes its way back into my hands? Just as I am about to call Zane to ask what is going on, the seller starts calling me frantically. "I'm sorry, miss! I made a grave mistake. I accidentally ship you my boyfriend’s laptop! There are important work files on it, so please do not touch anything! "I will send the correct laptop to you right away, and I will cover the shipping." Hearing the feminine and sweet voice on the other end of the line, my heart instantly sinks to the stomach. Since when does Zane have another girlfriend besides me?

Warning- Mature Audiences only!. -Strong sexual content. - rated language. Original work. Description: "Get up!." He commanded. His voice was stern and his cold blue eyes pierced into my skin. I didn't look fazed by his intimidating demeanor. "You muckerfucker blood-sucking demon." I cussed, biting down my lower lip to hinder myself from not raining more curses at him. He smirked. He glided across the room until he stood in front of me, I looked right into his eyes as he lowered down to my level. His hand gripped my chin up, his blue eyes looking deep into mine. "You won't end well if you continue to speak to me like that," I smirked. "I am not afraid of you!" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "And you're afraid of death, I am death." My jaw dropped. He knows where to get me. He let go of me seeing my frightened look and looking satisfied. "But you didn't have to kill that girl for my sake. She did nothing." "Someone's going to cover up for you." He turned around and went to sit on my bed. "But I didn't kill him. There was nothing to cover up for." "Oh, dear." He said and lit his joint up. "He died." I froze. I killed someone too. I've stained my hands with blood. "Don't look too surprised and all that stunned. That's one thing you'll learn how to do and face. You've got to learn how to kill." *** Vanora Campbell's mom died leaving her with her uncaring father, she blamed her father for killing her mother and lived so carelessly thereafter. Her life turned upside down when her dad sold her to the Italian mafia boss, Zavi Covillie.

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.

Sixteen, drenched in blood, and cuffed to a hospital bed. Arrested beside the lifeless body of a beautiful witch doctor, Manolya Kara is found traumatized in Kapadokya’s underground city. The police think it is an open and shut case of first degree murder, but there is one problem: Manolya remembers absolutely nothing. Bengü Yalçın is dead, but even her lifeless corpse causes trouble. As a powerful, elite cover up team known as the Dark Affairs Unit steps in to manipulate the narrative, Manolya must piece together what happened in Derinkuyu before the media and the courts ruin her life. With the missing murder weapon hidden and a preserved body packed in a bag, Manolya must journey up to the mountains to find Heaven’s Gate. Aziz sacrificed everything to save her from the dark, and she will risk a descent into hell itself to lay him down to rest.

She ran for her life. Escaping a fate worse than death, she left behind the only word she knew, determined never to be controlled again. She took cover in another pack, with the intent to never reveal her true identity and create a new life for herself. And then, fate twisted everything. To keep her life, she had to marry him, the ruthless Alpha who could destroy her with a single command. She pretended to be someone else and get married to him, the same thing she ran away from. Now, every glance he throws her feels like a game of predator and prey. Every touch is a warning. Every word is a test. I ran from one bondage to find myself in another. And this time, the key to her freedom is in his hands.