God Of Speed

An incoming freshman university student goes to his family's old house to stay there had an unexpected experience, he accidentally entered a portal to a different realm and was able to meet a god? What will happen to him now?

God didn't hire me to play guardian angel. He'd send the devil instead and he did in the form of a woman. It's her. My downfall, my saviour, my redemption, my woman. Run, Camille, Run.

Book 3 in the Under the Moon Series: Maxen (or Max for short) has always enjoyed the old myths, legends and traditions of Wales, but he never expected in his wildest dreams to be dragged into one himself! When a huge red dragon lands in front of him, demanding a battle, Max is left perplexed by the notion. There is no reason for him to battle a living-breathing dragon! He refuses the challenge. After all, the dragon has an enormous advantage over Max. With the dragon not seeming to give up, and with even more supernatural beings coming into the picture, Max is about to find out what a God of the Underworld is capable of… the fire burns bright, but so too does the passion and desires of a God! Book 1: Under the Pale Moon Book 2: Under the Blue Moon Book 3: Under the Crimson Moon: A Dragon's Pride

"You're killing him!" The old hag by the side of the road suddenly cried, glaring at me. "That poor boy! You only ruin what you touch, you abomination. You beast! Set him free!" *** Sex was all that mattered to Cyrus. Sex. Alcohol. Women. Sex. after all, that pleasure, lust and passion was all that mattered to a descendant of the god of lust. He just had to live up to the name. But when one little invisible mouse stepped into his vision, he was suddenly all Cyrus could see. A little game, he said. "Tease the obvious virgin boy," he planned. "Push him hard, press his buttons." something's wrong. The god of lust can't get it up anymore. Not for anyone who is not Damian Cross. Book 1 of Descendants of Lust

What inspired you to write One Promise? You see, when I was young, life was tough. I grew up with a broken family. I never felt the love I wanted all my life. I've always love reading. That's when I found my new comfort through writing. Then I held on to it because it gave me hope. It gave me another way to ease my broken self cause I needed to. Just when I thought I already hit rock bottom with all these pain I felt ever since I was a kid, God must've still felt the need to push me more by leaving me with a monstrous dad but I saw how God changes him. So I wrote this story for my dad.

"Mission complete. we found our little Luna everyone, release all other she-wolves." He yelled to the other wolves and immediately I knew I was doomed in the hands of the Dangerous Alpha. In a world where Lycans are a myth, the werewolves believe of a monstrous beast whom they call, Lupus Deus—a wolf god behind the name Zaliver. The gods become unhappy with Zaliver, who has spent hundreds of years bringing slaughter on the face of the earth. Thus, Vivian is created as the latter’s mate to tame his loathsome nature. However, Zaliver is the only one of his kind—deprived of having a mate of his own. What could have turned a seductive blue-eyed wolf god into a vicious demon? Will Vivian ever find happiness in her much-awaited mate when love could mean death?

Atia Sarai is the daughter of a Marquise in an empire where most of the citizens are descendants of greek gods and goddesses but Atia is different because she's not just a descendant of a god she's the daughter of a god and the granddaughter of a goddess Atia's father is Hades and her mother is the daughter of Hera because of her lineage Atia is betrothed to Imperial Crown Prince Storm Olympus the future emperor of the Holy Olympus Empire and a descendant of Zues but Atia doesn't love Storm and doesn't want to marry him because she loves Soren Arne the Son of Zues but when he decides to start a war, Atia is the only one who can stop him will she take her rightful place as Empress and kill Soren despite her love for him or will Soren kill everyone she knows and loves leaving her Empress of the Ashes

Father Khatri is a man of God, truly and wholly, he's given his life to loving God and spreading his word until Matthew McPherson walks through the crumbling doors of his old church. Beautiful and achingly pure, Matthew is a temptation Khatri can't banish, no matter how many prayers he chokes out, or how tightly he grips his crucifix. When the boy's family summons him for an exorcism, Khatri goes, armed with holy water and a weak resolve, only to find such temptation even the strongest of minds couldn't resist. What starts as an exorcism unravels into a collision of guilt and lust, as the priest vows crumble in the face of a sin too delicious to resist. In a town that fears the devil, the true possession is the one tying their souls together....and it's a bond no rite can break.

Victor murmured 'Happy Birthday Misha' as he fed me a small piece of cake. Wait! Why was he sounding so husky all of a sudden? Stop it! As usual, I was imagining things. I shook my head as I sliced a piece of cake with cherry and tried to feed him. But the icing was soft, and the cake began to slip away from my fingers. Victor grabbed my hand...(Oh my! I will remember this day forever!)... Closed his mouth around the cake and my fingers! And a hot rush which started somewhere in my core began to spread inside with lightning speed and I felt my cheeks burn. His mouth was so warm and his lips, they were everything I imagined them to be, and more. My lips parted as I watched him close his eyes and lick my fingers. There was something so sensual and possessive about it that I began to wonder the same thing all over again. Does Mr Popular and youngest pilot from his academy, Victor Matthews finally got a clue that I have been secretly in love with him all these years?

Eight months into my pregnancy, my husband finally makes time from his police duties to go to a prenatal checkup with me for the first time. The moment we step into the hospital, his satellite-encrypted phone buzzes urgently. The caller ID flashes briefly, and just like that, the man who's always calm and collected panics. "Honey, it's a red alert. Another international fugitive just crossed the border. I… I'm sorry…" He's clearly anxious, yet his tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. After apologizing, he rushes off. As I watch his SUV speed out of sight, my fist clenches tightly, crumpling the prenatal checkup sheet. I flag down a cab, slide into the car, and swiftly instruct the driver, "Follow that car. Don't lose it." A Red Notice for a fugitive? What a joke. My father, who works at the National Security Agency, barely catches wind of a notice like that. Yet, somehow, a mere police chief who only assists with cases is suddenly tasked with catching a high-priority criminal. Fine, then. I can't wait to meet the superior who's given him such an urgent assignment.