Grand Line Map

Nineteen-year-old Miranda is forced to Marry Hazel; an arrogant billionaire who is flat-out mean and so done with women. She hates him with a passion and the feeling is mutual. Compelled to keep Miranda as his wife, Hazel becomes frustrated as she gets on his very last nerve, giving him tit for tat. There's a thin line between love and hate and, Miranda and Hazel are just about to find out. Would it be too late when they realize their feelings for each other?

For centuries, the bloodlines of witches and werewolves have been shackled by a curse born of jealousy and vengeance. Shiloh, a hybrid enchantress scorned by Prince Kane, condemned their descendants: no witch and wolf of their line could ever fulfill their love. Every attempt would bring death to themselves or to those they held most dear. Generation after generation, Amindas and Kians have loved in secret, longed in silence, and died without ever uniting. Now, the last of their line faces the same cruel fate. Kian, heir to the Alpha throne, is strong, noble, and bound by duty—but none of it can temper the fire he feels for Aminda, the Witch Supreme. Aminda, brave and resolute, carries the weight of centuries on her shoulders, knowing that every stolen moment with Kian risks bloodshed, heartbreak, and doom. Their love is undeniable, but it is also forbidden, haunted by the lives of every ancestor who perished longing for the same impossible union. And yet, enemies lurk, plotting to ensure the curse endures. Alister and Fiorella manipulate shadows and bloodlines, intent on driving the lovers apart, while the curse itself tightens like a noose around their hearts. Centuries of sorrow whisper in every glance, every touch. Will Aminda and Kian finally break the cycle—or will they, too, be condemned to a lifetime of longing, separated by the distance that has doomed their ancestors?

"Stay away from the room at the extreme end of the east wing... Be quiet as much as possible.... Leave at once when the second hand struck 5pm, not a second late!" Those were the three grand rules that she received. Allicia will never have expected her life to face a total turn around after she accepted to work as a caregiver in the house of a man that she never even met before. She had no idea what this unknown person she worked for was called, she had never seen him, not once had he shown his face. He was always hidden in a room in the mansion. Allicia had never been a disobedient girl all her life and she followed the rules while working diligently in the mansion. The only thing she did in the lonely mansion was sit by the window and sing with the birds. Her life went on smoothly and peacefully until an unfortunate stormy evening... It was a painful experience for her, one that she never wished to recall ever again. Not until she met him...

Damian was the fearsome don of a mafia family, but I was his sole weakness. In order to marry me, a poor girl from the slums, he was punished by his family sixteen times, and the scars on his back remained terrifying, even to this date. To make me happy, he killed one of the best arms dealers in the world just to get the blue crystal I had mentioned offhandedly once. He built a manor named “One and Only” for me and swore that I was his one and only true love. I had thought that our happiness would last forever, until the day I saw him cradling a pair of twins in another manor. The twins’ mother was my mortal enemy. She had once had someone break my ribs and stuff dirt into my mouth. Hence, on the day of our wedding anniversary, I prepared a grand gift for him: a private jet that exploded and plummeted into the ocean, along with a charred wedding ring. In my world, betrayal never led to forgiveness, only abandonment.

Born Lady Viktoria, I am the daughter of the playboy prince Victor of house Ezorona. My father is second in line to the throne after his brother, but since I was born a dhampir, I will never be a part of their royal world. I am a half-blood. Half-vampire, half-human with no real power in our kingdom. That is until I am kidnapped by the werewolf Alpha Fynn, the saints intervene and my entire world is turned upside down.

She was broken. He made her whole. But her past won't stay buried. Sera Hartley was rejected on her eighteenth birthday—humiliated in front of her entire pack by the one man fated to love her. Cade Storm, the future Alpha, looked at her wolfless body and declared her too weak to be his Luna. Shattered and desperate, Sera ran. For three years, she built a quiet life among humans, burying the mate bond that still claws at her chest, working in a small-town diner where no one knows her shame. Then he walks in. Conrad Hawthorn. Ancient. Powerful. Dangerous. An Alpha whose presence makes her knees weak and her pulse race. He claims she's his mate—but that's impossible. The Moon Goddess doesn't grant second chances to the wolfless and broken. Conrad doesn't care what's impossible. He pursues her with a hunger that sets her skin on fire, protects her from threats she doesn't see coming, and looks at her like she's the only thing in his world that matters. When his lips finally claim hers, when his hands map every curve of her trembling body, Sera feels something she thought she'd never have Wanted. Desired. Whole. But the past has holes. And when Sera's wolf finally emerges powerful, Alpha-born, magnificent. Her old pack comes crawling back. Cade wants what he threw away. Her real father demands she take her rightful place. And Conrad? He'll burn the world down before he lets anyone take his mate. Two Alphas. One woman. A bond that defies the laws of their kind. But when her wolf awakens, will Sera discover she was never the weak one at all?

Marry the playboy son of her boss for ten million dollars? Leia thought the choice would have been easy. After all, her mother was dying and the money would have helped with the treatment. There was never supposed to be love involved, just a quick and easy transition between two consenting adults. Then it got complicated. It became her heart on the line, and those two years of contracted marriage seemed like a world away. Women were all the same. Gold Diggers. So that was exactly how Christian would treat Leia - After all, she married him for money. Not having liked her from the start, Christian agreed with his father's plans; It was much easier than learning to trust again. He'd learned the hard way that women only wanted one thing and it was never him, just the dollar signs he was worth. So he's lived behind an arrogant and charming demeanour, thinking it was the only way to survive. It was why Leia hated him right back. Then their worlds collided, and they learned neither was how they perceived the other to be. It was no longer only Leia's heart on the line, but Christian's too. Will this be a marriage of inconvenience or a blessing in disguise?

Love is an overrated word, and just like a spell that brainwashes our system, people are bound to search for their true love -- but not in Marion’s case. Her adoptive family, together with her biological father, wants her to have a child of her own. And when the dazzling one hundred billion pesos inheritance is on the line, she will trample her beliefs and desperately search for a man that will give her outstanding genes for her ‘one hundred billion pesos baby.’

Tony and Dillon have just entered 2011 and the next year of their love and lives. No matter what the world has in store to throw at them, they will make it through just fine regardless. The Second Symphony is the next book in the line of eight that will show how close two people can become. Walk with both Tony and Dillon again as they grow together while at the same time grow into individuals. Love, even an unconventional one like theirs, has the potential to weather any storm.

I opened my eyes to a sharp sting in my arm. Pushing up my sleeve, I froze. A dense line of jagged letters had been carved into the skin of my right forearm: [This house has monsters! Every time I'm killed, I'm thrown into a loop and lose all my memories. With each death, I mark my hand.] Beneath the warning, three crooked tally marks were etched deep into my arm.