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She was forced to leave her home, her husband and her love. She was forced to become a servant of the gods, because her womb had refused to stop giving birth to twin babies. But now, the very thing that drove her from her home, has become the very thing that is putting a smile on her face. The Battle line has been drawn, she must save every twin baby or guilt will drive her into insanity.

My Alpha mate, Dominic, rules the entire Stormfang Pack, but in our ten years together, he has never once given me a gift. Even our bonding tokens—a pair of rare healing crystals that cost me an entire year's savings—were taken by him without hesitation. He claimed that as Alpha he needed to appear frugal and understated, which is why he marked me in secret without hosting a proper mating ceremony. Because of this, most pack members don't even know I'm his mate. Yet when Sylvia, his childhood sweetheart, returned to Stormfang territory, he publicly announced their mating plans. He even dipped into the pack's long-term savings to throw her an extravagant celebration. When my mother was attacked by rogue wolves and left critically wounded, I begged Dominic to return my healing crystals—the only things that could save her life. Instead of helping, he denied knowing me in front of the entire pack and ordered his guards to drive me away with burning torches. Later, my mother died during the Blood Moon Festival. I lost my only family during what should have been our most sacred celebration. I renounced my Stormfang membership that same night and accepted the Northern Shadow Pack's Chief Healer position. While packing my belongings, Dominic returned from his honeymoon with Sylvia. He found me and assumed I was merely sulking. For the first time ever, he made a generous offer: "Come on, what could possibly happen to your mother? At worst, I'll give you that fancy mating ceremony you've always wanted. That should satisfy her desire to be an Alpha's mother-in-law." What he didn't realize was that from the moment my mother died, I had already sworn to the Moon Goddess that our mate bond would be broken forever.

Brody Lewis, my fiance, said that I had a rare form of transient global amnesia, which was a sudden, temporary memory loss. Every seven days, I would open my eyes and become the twenty-five-year-old Riley Taylor again. My memories were forever stuck in the past. In my pen drive were videos of Brody taking me on trips, bringing me for treatment, and proposing to me. Everything seemed great between us, but I remembered none of it. “Riley’s still around. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?” “Don’t worry. It’s Monday tomorrow. After she wakes up, she’ll remember none of it,” Brody said, and my heart sank. “Isn’t this more exciting?” Brody embraced my best friend, and they made out brazenly in front of me. They were not shy about it at all. I wondered just how many times this had happened over the past two years. I ran as tears blurred my vision. When I arrived at a tattoo shop, I grabbed the tattoo artist like a drowning man holding on to a log. Then, I asked the tattoo artist to tattoo these words on my arm in my handwriting. [Leave him.]

The werewolf curse; a curse that condemns us to turn and gain our full strength only on the full moon is every werewolf’s dream to get rid of it. Seth’s mate, Daisy has never been accepted since she moved into the pack house. All the plots by some pack members to drive Daisy away came to a terrible end when Daisy took in and gave Seth an heir. And now, because of Seth’s sentiments, his child, Gabriel has to be bedridden till he reaches maturity and gets his wolf, it’s speculated that he’d be cured then.

I was a semi-retired actress, joining a divorce reality show with my billionaire husband. "I want a divorce." Facing the camera, I spoke calmly. Off-camera, Hector Sinclair frowned as he reviewed the scene with me. "You need to show more emotion when you say it. That’s what will get people talking, stir up discussion, and drive the views. "Otherwise, who’s going to believe you really want to divorce me? They’ll just think you’re acting again. “Use your head. I can’t guide you every step of the way." Yeah. To outsiders, I was nothing more than a pretty face—vain, shallow, and talentless. Meanwhile, he was a shrewd and cultured businessman, commanding a fortune worth billion. No one believed I would willingly give up the title of Mrs. Sinclair, not even Hector himself. However, he had no idea that this time, I meant it.

"What is your name?" "Again, sir, that is no concern of yours". "A mystery", he said. "I shall have to call you Delicia. May I put on your shoe for you?" She gave a start, her cheeks flamed. "No!" she said chokingly. "You may do nothing for me except drive on!" "Why, that is easily done!" he replied, and bent, and before she had time to realize his purpose, lifted her up in his arms, and walked off with her to his curricle. Miss Tellaro ought to have screamed, or fainted. She was too surprised to do either, but as soon as she had recovered from her astonishment at being picked up in that easy way - as though she had been a featherweight, which she knew she was not - she dealt her captor one resounding slap, with the full force of her arm behind it. He winced a little, but his arms did not slacken their hold, rather they tightened slightly.

I watched Ryan die. So how is Ben wearing his face? Six years ago, I watched my best friend--and secret crush--splatter all over the pavement. He died. I saw him. Yet, in the back of my mind, I've never stopped looking for him. Seeing him in crowds, in the classroom, in my dreams--and my nightmares. It's cost me everything--my identity, my sanity, and maybe my life. So when I walk into class to see a man who looks exactly like Ryan standing before me, I freak out again. My therapist tells me to stay away from Ben. He's no good for me. I'll end up back in a padded room. But I have to know the truth. Is Ben really Ryan? That's not possible. But Ben has scars--real ones and metaphorical ones. If Ben is Ryan, why doesn't he just tell me? Is he trying to drive me crazy? Or worse--is he trying to kill me? The Boy Who Died is the first romantic suspense novel from bestselling romantacy author Bella Moondragon writing as B. Moon. If you love romantic suspense, are a fan of Colleen Hoover, Gillian Flynn, Christopher Greyson, or Paula Hawkins, you won't want to miss this page-turner!

Get ready to dive into the coming of age story of Adanna, a victim of tape. This story will drive you through the gallops, exuberance, sentiments, hardships, heartbreaks, love and the growth of Adanna. This story is meant for all; the babes, the growing, and the developed mind. It is set in Africa, to be precise. Our Heroine, Adanna, is a victim of rape. Not once did she believe that she would encounter the dire unfortunate circumstances. Life, however, does not go the way we wish. And, that is the case for Adanna. Despite the awful rape incident that seemed to end her life at first, Adanna refused to yield to depression and give up on life. She chose to hate the world instead, and love the child that grew within her. It is easy for one to speak, but is it easy to take action? Her resolve was fickle and weak, making her a subject to the storms of life. She's pulled into lies and deceit. Will she make it out unscathed or will she drown in lies?

The dangers and perils continue as Nick's ex-fiance joins with his estranged cousin to drive a wedge between Alison and Nick, while selling Vanessa to sex slavers in the dark side of shadow land. Will Alison and Nick repair things and has Vanessa's fate been sealed? Find out in this exciting and steamy conclusion of the Shadow Love story.

New story. Living with him [ Taming Mr popular] By Adebayo Dolapo. Prologue. Meet Joel Torre a rich and famous footballer. You can't meet up with Torre in terms of football. His very rich, and handsome guy. And addicted to s*x. Ladies are dreaming to be in bed with him, just a night stand is okay for them. Torre can drive you nuts with s*x. Meet Lustre Nadine grew up in a very poor, but happy family. When she was twelve years old, her mother died, and her only sister Tiffany Life was so bad for them that she has to work has a maid with the Joel's family.