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There lived a beautiful princess in the kingdom of Almelda named Zara. Her father, king Gerald was a great man. He showed love towards his people and provided for those who were in need. Peace reigned in the kingdom until their greatest enemy, King Alword from Sinae Kingdom attacked them. He killed all their people and took over their lands. King Gerald lost his life while trying to safe his people. Princess Zara and her mother, the queen narrowly escaped for their lives that night. They fled to the human world and began a new life. They changed everything about them including their names since they weren't safe, they knew king Alword would surely search for them. Then, everything turned around for Zara when she met Negan Carter. An handsome bad ass who is on a mission. She fell in love with him not knowing his intentions. But as they say, destiny can't be changed.

I can't remember my life before 16 after I was hit by a truck. I only remember two letters Ki and I'm convinced it's what I was called before the accident. Google could not help with the narrow search because all the names I have tried don’t sound familiar. I have spent ten years trying to remember and failing. I have a lot of questions with no one to answer them for me. I fear my life must have been meaningless because no one came looking for me and worst of all the trail of my identity went cold. Every search came out as a dead end it was as if I never existed. I have a question that runs in my head over and over, but it feels pointless because even the police could never solve the mystery. Authors NoteCheck out my interview with good novel https://tinyurl.com/y58samxv

Ginny is your typical gothic kid trying NOT to fit in with any group. You love her or you hate her, she couldn't care less. She only remembers growing up in a pack in the woods, she doesn't remember her life before then. After her pack is rescued by Luna, Maggie Dark Storm, who adopts her, Ginny's life takes a new turn. She is now the daughter and a member of the richest and most respected pack in the city. All she wants is to live her life and mate with Leo, her long time crush. But Maggie wants Ginny to finish senior year. She sends her to a prestigious high school under the guard of the most annoying guard in the Dark Storm pack, Noah. Noah thinks Ginny is a spoiled brat who expects the world to bow to her desires and Ginny does little to prove him wrong. They always get off on the wrong foot and are thrown in each other's faces because Noah takes his job as bodyguard seriously. Strange things begin to happen in school and everyone becomes suspicious. Soon everyone is suspicious but Ginny is determined to find the killer and as she does she discovers some secret truths. Even more surprising she realizes there's more to Noah and her feelings for him. She doesn't hate him, she is actually falling for handsome gloomy bodyguard. Will he love her and save her from the dark spiral of her life? End of story? No I don't think so. The web gets even thicker. What about her life before the pack? What dark memories are hiding there waiting to turn her life upside down? And would she keep those memories from destroying everything she knows now? Or will she give in to the dark side?

Alina dedicated herself to the last mate she'd ever have in the world. Right from when she was 18, she had been rejected all because she was an omega. But the last one proved to be committed and " the one" only for 6 months. She was rejected and betrayed by her last ever mate. Seen as a disgrace, she was thrown out of the pack but the journey or " Werewolf" that awaits her is beyond this world? How will she be able to get yet another mate to survive? What are the consequences? And also, one of them will be proved to be the wrong one....

The three Cavalli heirs once acted as if I were the center of their world. They fought over me, made enemies for me, and swore no one would ever force me into a marriage I did not want. For years, I believed them. Then I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. The surgeons warned me that saving my life might cost me my memories. I was terrified of forgetting the three men I had loved for so long, yet when I needed them most, all I got back was anger. Later, Viola sent me a video of fireworks bursting over the coast, her name written across the sky, while the three silver saint medals I had once begged for in their names gleamed at her throat. That was when I finally let go. I left the country, had the surgery, and built a life that did not include them. Much later, three strangers ended up on their knees outside my door, begging me to remember them.

I looked into her eyes, which held nothing but happiness. I smirked at how she was enjoying her little victory, oblivious to what was waiting for her. “This happiness won’t last long, princess,” I murmured, moving closer to her. From the corner of my eye, I could see others admiring us, looking at what they believed to be a loving couple. But what they did not know was — we were anything but a loving couple. “I know it will not. However, my desire will last until I take my last breath, sire.”

When two women have an encounter at a train station, they strike up a powerful bond which causes them to miss every train but when the last one arrives, will they continue to live their burning passion or say their last goodbyes and illustrate a forgotten love.

"Beg for it," he growled, leaning down so his breath ghosted over my ear. "Tell me what a naughty student you are for wanting your professor to wreck this kitty." "Please, Professor... take me. I need you inside me so bad." *********** One touch is never enough. In the glittering world of forbidden nights and dangerous temptations, desire ignites without warning... and burns everything in its path. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her sinful thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of sin with no names and no limits. These scorching standalone stories plunge you into raw, insatiable passion. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a sin. Every surrender... deeper than the last. Hearts will race. Bodies will ache. And once you give in to the flesh… there’s no turning back. Desires of the Flesh — a seductive collection of hot, addictive, steamy tales where pleasure rules and restraint is forgotten. ️ Content Warning: [ Intense themes ahead. For mature minds only. Readers discretion is strongly advised.]

Silas Grant and I are renowned in our social circle for being a loving couple. However, a month before our wedding, he calls everything off. He wants to marry the poor student that my parents have been sponsoring. I demand an explanation. He says to me, "Vivian will have to marry that cripple if I don't marry her. You're the kindest person I know, Serena. I'm sure you can understand why I'm doing this." "Fine, then," I say. Silas leans down to kiss my cheek. He holds me happily and says, "I knew you'd agree to this. Don't worry, okay? I'll divorce her once this matter is settled." I push him away lightly and wipe his saliva from my cheek. Then, I pull out an invitation from my pocket. He takes it. His smile freezes when he sees the names on the invitation.

What are you supposed to do when you find your Alpha mate and he is much older than you and already has a fiancé'? What would you do when you find out he is trying to juggle both of you? When you confront him at a fancy upscale restaurant in the city and meet your hot new neighbors that just happen to be the rival hockey team captains and twins. After that, the hot twins transfer to your college while one has decided to try to bully you. The other asked you to pretend to be his new girlfriend so he can dump his latest girlfriend and help you get rid of your pestering ex. He thinks it's a win/ win. A total no-brainer. However, things quickly take a turn and get extremely complicated. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living, or dead, is entirely coincidental.