Gambar Siren Head

For eighteen years, I believed I was nothing…an orphan with no pack, no rank, and no future. Then I was sent to the most dangerous werewolf academy in the realm. I was supposed to stay invisible. Keep my head down. Survive. Instead, I caught the attention of them. The strongest alphas at the Academy. Arrogant, ruthless and untouchable. They hate me. They watch me. They circle like predators who can’t decide whether to destroy me… or claim me. They don’t know I’m a princess. And when they discover the truth, they won’t let me go.

Blythe Mnemosyne Jimenez is a successful corporate woman. She is a woman with vision, title and a name in her chosen track. She always held her head up high and nothing can make her bow. She has the looks, the money, fame and the attitude. She got a perfect life ahead. But then what if she went back to the place of her childhood? A place where the memories of her innocence lies and where everything about her started. Will this place make her stronger or this is where she'll cry with bended knees?

When I first started at Serenity Hills, the head nurse told me coma patients paid well—but the job was messy and brutal. They could only get IV nutrition. Screw that up, and you're basically killing them. Today was day thirty of looking after the girl. Young. Gorgeous. Like always, I hit the nurse's station to grab her IV bags— But then I saw it. Thirty glucose bottles gone. IV nutrition? Still sealed. Chills shot down my spine.

Josef Hadrian is the young 18-year-old Crown Prince if the Austrian Empire. Despite his weak stature and illness, he is determined to rule just as his father did, but with a twist. The young prince loves being with the commoners and is constantly curious about their everyday lives and joining them in their endeavors while keeping an eye on the whole land. Striving to change the eyes of the world about his family, he ascended not one throne, but several thrones, including that of Hungary, he stood on the ready to face he hardships of ruling an Empire head on.

My wife, Christine Leigh, forced me to the brink of death all for her first love, Henry Carson. To give him a liver transplant, she sent me to the surgery table. I told her I had cancer and that the doctors had advised against the surgery. She just looked at me with an undisguised contempt, "Jason Lowe, stop with your petty tricks. Don't forget, you owe our family your life!" I lowered my head and smiled bitterly. I never left the surgery table.

She had been attacked, raped and left for dead in the street, but the moment she woke up, she discovered she now had the combined experience of two very different people from very different lifetimes in her head, as well as a mysterious mark branded onto her body and power within her blood. Now, follow Nya as she navigates the strange new galaxy she finds herself in, encountering allies and enemies across the stars and amassing wealth, power and status as she aims to be ruler of it all. [P.S. the cover is NOT mine]

Amelia George is given an irresistible offer. Devon Tyler, her brother's best friend and her old crush, offers her the opportunity of a lifetime. A favor for a favor. His offer is simple enough. He needs a name, a single name. The only problem is she'll have to infiltrate the formidable Keller Family and get close and personal with the boss, the condescending Damien Keller. She doesn't expect her life to change so drastically, nor to fall head over heels for him. And it's a terrible...terrible decision.

“I hate you, Duncan." She yelled, her eyes blazing as she took a step back. “Very much” Alpha Duncan chuckled as he shook his head in wonder. “I know, Selena and that's why I want you." When Alpha Duncan the Lycan King came to choose his mate, it was Selena the beta of the walker's pack. Selena hated him, no she detested him so much but Duncan didn't care. She is his and he will make her his with or without her permission.

All is fair in love, war and Business. Is it though? Grace never had it easy when it came to life. First she had to deal with her parents trying rip each other's head off. Her mother finally manages to take her away and escapes the man she called her father. But things take a new turn when a few years later, she witnesses her mother's death. She is left completely heartbroken and alone. She finally decides to pick her self up and stand back on her feet. But will she be able to carry herself after she lands a new job at a place she never expected, with a boss who is ready to walk all over her? Will things go the way she wanted them to or does fate has its part to play? ---------------------------------------------------- Her body jerked as she was pulled inside the office by his strong hand clutching her arms and within a second she found herself pinned against the wall, caged in the devil's arm. “What the..” her words were silenced by Aston's lips smashing against her own for a furious kiss. Time seemed to stand still as their lips molded together, the kiss an explosion of pent-up emotions that had been lurking beneath the surface. It was heated, fierce, and chaotic, a tumultuous clash of desire and resentment. A fiery story of two souls hard in the head, thirsty for love clashing together to maintain their pride. But someone will have to melt first. Who will it be?

Being assigned to become the personal guard of a mafia boss is already a difficult task. Becoming his guard and carrying his child at the same time? Near impossible. “The baby isn’t yours.” Luciano smirked, a deadly glint flashing in his eyes. “Oh, really?” he asked, one of his eyebrows raised. He walked closer to me, each of his steps resonating in the dark room. I couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of him. It has been three long years since I’ve last seen him, but why has he even gotten hotter than before? “I’m going to ask you once more,” he said, leaning closer to my face. I held my head up high, determined not to succumb to his charm. “Is she mine?” I shook my head. “Definitely not yours.” His jaw ticked, and he looked to the side before leaning his face even closer to mine, his hot breath hovering over my lips. I held in my breath and watched the alluring movement of his lips. “Then, which scoundrel does that child belong to?” I placed both of my hands on his chest and gently pushed him back. “Why? What are you going to do about it if you know?” He tilted his head to the side and smirked. “I’m going to kill that bastard.”