Gon Old Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lucas is a 30 years old Dragon demi-God. He is the son of the fairy goddess and the God of wars. He is more powerful than his peers, which made him the object of respect and jealousy. He is more handsome than a Greek god and ruthless. Lucas lives among humans as a rich businessman. One day, archangel Michael visits him with a purpose. Michael is the one who helped the fairy goddess to protect Lucas after his birth. So Lucas respects him as a godfather. He respects Michael a lot, but he hates their politics. Lucas is straight forward and Michael deals with everything diplomatically. "Lucifer is planning something big to take over the world. None of us can enter into the underworld, but you can. I have a plan to stop him. I need your help for that" Archangel Micahel asks Lucas. "You know I don't like to be involved in your angel politics. You deal with your problems by yourself" Lucas refuses to even listen to the plan. Micael expected this answer. "Your mother is dying, and so is your father. If you help me with this, I will help your parents to reunite in their next life. They can live the kind of life they always wanted" he offered. He is the reason why his parents are dying. So he decided to help the archangel. "Fine, this is the last time I will be helping you. What do you want?" he conceded. "You have to kidnap Lucifer's daughter, Lola. The princess of the underworld" Micahel revealed. Come find out how these two enemies who are always at each other's throats will fall madly in love with each other. What if they find out Lola is a drifter from the fairy world. Who will save her?

I always thought my boyfriend came from a poor family. One day, I saw him drink a bottle of wine worth 100,000 while tipping the waiter over 1,000. The watch he gave away without a second thought was worth millions. Yet, his gift for my birthday was a dirt-cheap trinket. He claimed it was a test to make sure I was not a gold digger. Later on, I proved that I was not a gold digger. That was when he begged and pleaded for me to accept his extravagant gift.

"You guys know what the situation is like in this industry this year. I need to cut our end-of-the-year bonus by half in order to overcome this difficult period." My boss, Peter Hurley, claims that things are difficult in the industry right now, yet his wrist still showcases the luxury watch that he's just bought. My 20,000-dollar bonus is reduced to 700 dollars. In addition, I also received a plaque that says "Award for Outstanding Contribution". "This plaque is worth a lot, Soren. It represents the acknowledgement this company has for you. Don't be so petty when it comes to money." As I stare at the plaque in my hand, I can't help but scoff furiously. "Fine. I won't be that petty when it comes to money. I hope you won't be that petty either when you're paying next month's rent." Peter is stunned momentarily. "What do you mean by that?" I toss the plaque into the trash can. "What I mean is, I'm the landlord of this building. From next month onward, the rent will be increased ten times. If you refuse to accept the new rent, you can pack up and scram."

Sent miles from home as part of an Alliance Contract to Thunderwolf Pack, the most powerful pack in the world. Promised mate to the Alpha's son? Fated mate to the Dragon-blood Fae Leader's son? Aria finds herself in the path of two formidably powerful entities as she struggles with her own identity as a werewolf Omega, daughter to an Alpha in the small country of New Zealand, she possesses a rare Alpha-positive gene that guarantees Alpha progeny. In this modern time of low birthrates and failing magic she holds the key to the survival of both races. But will she get to pick the one she loves or will she be forced to be a breeder guaranteeing Alphas where so far none have been born for twenty four years, worldwide. To save werewolves from a fate worse than death - chaos and madness from having no Alpha to control them. No one knowing the true meaning behind her Alpha+ genes - a destiny steeped in ancient fae scripture.

Emma is the daughter of the First Dragon Lord and the First human.. Unaware of her power and balance she holds over magical and human realm, the chance meeting and a new job open the doors of possibilities, love, intrigue, family and magic...... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Straddling the man whose lap I am sitting on, I feel his thick, large, fullness inside me.. The connection is unreal.. I feel him fill me and wanting more.. I am hungrily kissing him, wanting him.. I am taking him all the way inside me, panting, sliding up and down on his cock.. The image I see feels real.. I feel wetness between my legs, the burning need for him, every little sensation of his sliding shaft, a burning desire for this man, my juices coating my legs... I want him inside me, I want to feel his touch..We scream in ecstasy and the image blurs. I see a child..

Avin returns home during the royal celebration, bringing chaos with her. She falls in love with someone unexpected, but her past catches up with her and threatens to tear them apart.

When witch Brenna escapes the Englishman enslaving her and using her power for his own evil ends, the only place to run is to the dragon-shifters of the Highlands. The Scots are at war for their independence, and as the Bloodiest Eye, the notorious Seer who has caused the death of many, however reluctantly, she knows they’ll kill her if they believe she’s a threat. One shared glance with Cameron Balfour has her imagining a future entwined with his. She lets the laird believe the lie that taking her virtue will drain her powers, but as their one night becomes more, she knows she’s going to have to admit her deception. With Sir Walstone still searching for her, eager to have her gift of Sight under his control again, she might not survive long enough to tell him the truth or accept his mating mark.

"What the fuck was that?" I wake up to Eya quietly talking to Osric who is laying behind me holding me close with his hand rubbing my belly. "She's a Lycan born under the blood moon who knows where her abilities end," Embry answers from the other side of the room when I barely open my eyes enough to see we are in a room similar to home. "She shouldn't be able to control vampires or do anything like that. Did you watch her aura?" Eya's voice sounds genuinely concerned and shocked. Continue Raven's journey navigating the struggles of being Alpha of Wolf Creek with her mates Osric and Embry at her side. Raven is battling all the obstacles against her to do right by her people and bring her children safely into the world. The constant battle between pack and council members who don't believe in her, vampires who wish to take her power and threats unknown. Watch her take on each challenge with her twin sister Liliana, now the Luna of New Moon, keeping her grounded and focused. Liliana stands beside her mate Ryder to guide their pack forward from dark ages, and prove to not only be good leaders but strong allies to Raven and her mates. With enemies all around them will these twins survive losing again and again? Will the be able to rise and provide for their people or will they crumble and fall? Book one: Raven's Waking Dream Book two: Raven's Agony of Desire Book three: untitled and in the works

When my boyfriend, Sebastian Passini, comes to me in tears, claiming his famiglia has been crippled and backed into a corner, I put everything my famiglia has at stake to pave the way for him. I withstand immense pressure from my famiglia, divert four million dollars, deploy our most elite soldati, and even fall out with my Madre, all to protect him. Yet, on the eve of his "counterattack," I stumble upon his true colors in my famiglia's underground chamber. Angelina Aureli chuckles beside him. "To swallow the Valerini famiglia whole, you put on a fine performance. Are you really going to sit back and watch Isabella hand over her famiglia's foundation to you?" Sebastian sneers, "Why else would I call her a fool? Her trust—and the Valerinis' resources—are nothing but stepping stones for me to rise to the top. Once I have everything in my hands, she and that old hag are dead!" I fish out my phone and revoke the final tranche of resources I had reserved for Sebastian. I should have known from the very beginning. He and I have never been on the same path. He wants plunder and destruction, and I'll make him pay for his greed in blood.

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.