Novel & Cerita God From Hazbin Hotel

Maya Adams has a type… Anyone who isn’t Hunter Callum. To the rest of the world, he’s the God of Hockey..a cold, arrogant, shirtless-on-every-billboard legend. To Maya, he’s the prude, stuck-up asshole who just got her suspended from her dream job at a top New York publishing firm. When a drunken night of trash-talking Hunter at a club ends in a bloody brawl and a viral scandal, Maya wakes up in the one place she never thought she’d be…Hunter’s penthouse. Now, his agent is offering her a deal she can’t afford to refuse Play the part of the doting, supportive girlfriend for five months. Curb the temper of the league's most volatile player. Walk away with $3.5 million and her career back. The rules are simple: keep it professional in private and convincing in public. But as the "God of Hockey" starts showing Maya a side of himself the cameras never see, the lines between their contract and their chemistry begin to blur. Maya is supposed to be faking it. But Hunter? He stopped playing a game the moment he laid eyes on her. Falling for the enemy wasn't in the contract. But obsessed gods don't play by the rules.

That night at the Holy Banquet, the Arrow of Desire struck both the divine prince Cassius, a descendant of Zeus, and his father, Theron. If they didn’t mate before the moon set, their divine power would implode, shattering their very essence. In my past life, I had secretly loved Cassius for ten whole years. So, when he grabbed me, his body burning up, I didn't say no. After one wild night, I was carrying his thunder-blooded child and successfully married into the divine palace. But after the wedding, he was ice-cold to me. He was convinced I had stolen the Arrow of Desire, all for the sake of marrying into divinity. Even after I gave him children, he never claimed me as his wife before the gods. He saved all his tenderness for his one true love—the holy maiden Lyra, who was forced to marry into the Sea Realm and eventually died in a storm. Later, I was branded as "jealous and wicked," scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire. Everyone expected me to throw myself into Cassius’s arms. But this time, I gathered my skirts, strode past him, and sat right on the God King’s lap.

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

Dionysus finds sanctuary in the human realm, stowing away from the heavenly gates of Olympus. He wears the scars of defeat, melancholy, and betrayal in his heart the moment he set foot on earth, vowing never to return until he has regained his pride and honor. However, at love's playful coincidences, The wine god alias Kim Yeojoon, secret CEO of Victoire Wine Company, dreams of an unfamiliar face that had not only awakened his cold heart, but has left him chasing for more answers. With a few pulls of power in his midst, he finally was able to put a name to that face. Behind that otherworldly beauty is Charon, a famous model under the name Han Sejin, the ferryman of Styx that guides the souls of the dead to the afterlife. Will the stirring of his heart's desire be a sign of a new beginning? or will it be the cause of his misery, with an unknowable prophecy looming over him?

Theirs was a love that was cursed. He was a God cast down and turned into a Lycan. She was his bride that was lost in time and was reborn as a werewolf. But, does finding her will lead to a happy ever after? A divinity to regain. A beloved to save. And a lineage to protect. Four Kingdoms. Four Elemental Wolves. One was in dire need of survival One was a damsel in distress The other was a demigod... And an Alpha Queen who has been raised to feel no emotion. Four rare creatures of the night were born of the elements. Who among them is the Bride of the Lycan God?

Just as she’s starting her new life in Las Vegas, she gets an urgent call to return home to Atlanta. Deila Barbson could be stubborn, witty…among other things but she wasn’t the rogue her family thought her to be so she answered with equal urgency oblivious to what awaited her— her past. She’s faced with the person that’s haunted her beautiful nightmares everyday for two years. Betrayed by her heart, she found herself running again from whom she still longed for as the very air she breaths. Breathing was as difficult as commitments. Would she stand unbroken or she melt under his touch? Time they said healed every wound so why did his heart still bleed at the sight of the woman that left him shattered sixteen months ago? Hard-headed as he was, James Martin felt open as if it were yesterday he got stood up on his planned proposal dinner. He wanted answers, from her, from himself; why didn’t he feel anger towards her for breaking his heart? Why was his heart still thudding with hope at the sight of her? Why did Deila still unman him as if he wasn’t the macho CEO that intimidated even the Mayor? And most importantly, why did she return? Behind the unwilling woman and broken man was the dark secret both their families shared. What would be keeping them apart? Their ego? Or the family secret? Warning: This book contains mature words and sexual encounters that aren't suitable for readers under the age of 18.

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

“I want to crush your body and soul. That golden look I want to steal it away”“You are sick” I screamed trying to push him away.Fingers wrapped around my throat, gently holding me against the wall, but making sure I could not move“I want to take this happy spirit of yours and it into mine; I want to be happy also. I don’t know how else to do it other than to touch you Marie”I looked on as he lowered his , teeth digging into mine, he bit my bottom lip, I cried out in pain, he used the opportunity to fully delve into my mouth. When Queen bee Marie Richwood, is forced from the comfort of her home to South Africa, she decides to continue being queen bee of her school in Africa, which means getting anything she wants, but things did not go as planned.Cyrus Kaye, the son of a famous lawyer and Fashion Designer is lonely and unloved, lacking love and attention except the one he gets from the cook, Cyrus is launched into Marie's jovial lifestyle, moving from Hate to Love until the two finds their love

BLURB: My life has never been my own to live or control. At age eighteen, I am sold to the Lycan King by my father – a man everyone fears for his cruelty and respects for his power. Cast into a world ruled by his steel-hard will, I am doomed to be nothing more than a servant in his palace. Tristan Price is everything I detest: cold and unfeeling, arrogant and merciless – and completely out of my reach. But each time he's close, my unfaithful heart beats faster, and I don't know if I want to flee from him or into his arms. Is this my fate? To be the servant of a man who treats me as nothing more than property? Or is there something more than that behind those icy eyes, maybe I'm just delusional. Maybe escaping is the better option, especially after I find out that I'm pregnant with the child of the most hated man in town.

To regain her freedom and leave the organization, she applied to take on a Class Z mission - the hardest levels of all missions. If she successfully accomplished the mission, she could finally get a chance to fall in love, create a family, and raise two dogs. However, her hopes and dreams were shattered. She failed and died! She could not accept that result at all! Not only that, she could never accept that she died! She was only willing to die when she could finally get what she wanted! So, what did she do? She defied the heavens for not even the Jade Emperor and Buddha could stop her! ***This novel is inspired and based on Back from the Dead by Miss_Lonely_Potato.***