Grand Spell Essence

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks." That night, Jennifer posted on her social media: "Men are boys till the day they die, always fumbling their way through romance." She added a picture of the fireworks, along with a photo of her and Sebastian standing close under the dazzling display. I liked her post and left a comment: "From school to altar—what a touching love story. When's the wedding?"

Aria Abrams, an innocent, uneducated girl is the works for the devil in disguise in his mansion as the house help. She is the gardener's grand daughter and she has no idea her life is about to change when she accepts a deal with him for something she wants in return. A life changing opportunity! Xavier Hudson, the grumpy businessman and the only heir to his entire family line is ready to do anything to get a wife, even if it means asking the first girl he sets his eyes on to marry him right after swearing off on all women. Is the deal worth all the trouble that comes along with it? Will they be able to fight the growing attraction despite the lies surrounding them? What happens when the lines get crossed and the truth comes out? Read more to find out in this steamy slown burn novel!

Love. Duty. Valor. Secrets & Betrayals *** In the Kingdom of Vakythia, power cleaves the populace into two distinct classes: the Blessed, wielding gifts granted by the Ember, and the ordinary citizens, devoid of such divine favor. Arwyn Balchor, a rebellious girl and a blessed healer, finds her life intertwined with that of Thrystan Gaelen, the Fire Prince and future king of Vakythia— propelling her from the shantytown of Wyrm to the opulent palace. But blending in is a fragile thing, especially with a watchful enemy lurking in the shadows, poised to sabotage her every move. And as if that weren't enough, she unwittingly captures the attention of the Prince Thrystan Gaelan. Amidst swirling palace politics and brewing tensions, Arwyn begins to experience haunting visions linked to the plague ravaging a part of the Kingdom and a mysterious woman. As the kingdom prepares for the grand annual Sun Festival, an insidious threat looms closer, with the plague creeping ever nearer to the Capital.

I blinked behind my glasses, stunned and confused. "Did I...do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry..." "No need to apologize," Helen cut in, frost edging her cultured voice. "You've done nothing wrong, Tristan. Except be complacent." I frowned, feeling cold dread creeping through my veins. "What do you mean?" Vivian released a short, harsh sigh, as if disgusted by my ignorance. "Must we spell it out? This marriage clearly isn't working anymore. You lack ambition. I've simply outgrown you at this point. I'm doing what's necessary and best for myself by letting you go." Her icy words slammed into me like a physical attack. I stared at her lovely face I had once adored so much, now cold and remote, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Letting me go? Was she saying... Linda held out a crisp legal envelope to me. Hands shaking, I accepted it from her polished nails. The contents confirmed my worst fears - divorce papers, all drawn up and ready for my signature. My eyes scanned the conditions outlined within. The terms were heavily skewed in Vivian's favor. "This...says I would get nothing," I murmured in stunned disbelief. "No alimony, no remaining rights to shared assets or property..." "Naturally," Linda replied coolly, inspecting her manicure. "You contributed absolutely nothing of value to this marriage financially. Therefore, you should leave with what you brought to it - nothing."

Serena Vale endured a loveless contractual marriage for five years without complaint—until she discovered her husband Silas Ford had a sweet mistress outside. The son she had been raising as her own was, in truth, his child with said mistress. Serena realized—from the very beginning, she had been wrapped up in a web of lies. One day, the mistress strutted to her door with a divorce agreement prepared by Silas himself, prancing around like she was his legitimate wife. That same day, Serena found out that she was pregnant. Since the man was filthy, she didn't want him anymore. Since the boy was the son of a mistress, she'd give him back, too. Serena cut off all her ties and rose like a phoenix from the ashes, shedding her past and focusing on shining brightly as her own, true self. Her relatives who once mistreated her came groveling in regret. The rich heirs who claimed she slept her way to the top now came with grand proposals. Even the boy, led astray by another woman, came crying to her, calling her 'Mom'. - One night, Serena received a call from an unknown number. From the other side, Silas' slurred words came through. "You can't agree to his proposal, Serena… I haven't… I haven't signed the divorce papers…"

Lucius the Alpha is cursed. Fair and square. He has always known that, since he was right there when the spell was cast and the yoke was made. Fighting against the curse only dredged up the pain of his parents tragic end, so he stopped fighting and worked towards his pack getting stronger. Iris is a slave, with a stepsister that has an ego mightier than the strongest wolf, a stepmother that hates her and a father that is spineless. She has learned to live with it, regardless. When a mishap causes Lucius to fall into bed with Iris and pregnancy occurs, Iris is strong armed into running for her life and leaving the pack that once protected her. With Lucius never knowing of that pregnancy and the very possibility of his curse getting broken by his own blood, what happens to the slave of an alpha.

Prologue La nuit tombait sur la vieille demeure des Smith, drapant ses murs austères d’une ombre épaisse. Le vent murmurait entre les branches des arbres centenaires, comme s’il portait les échos d’un passé que tous avaient préféré oublier. Il y a bien des années, alors que la fortune des Smith était encore fragile, un pacte avait été scellé dans le plus grand secret. Deux patriarches, liés par une dette de sang et d’honneur, avaient échangé une promesse : un jour, leurs lignées s’uniraient par le mariage. Mais avec le temps, la prospérité des Smith avait grandi, tandis que celle des Anthony s’était effritée. Et lorsque Levy Anthony, le dernier héritier d’un nom autrefois puissant, avait hérité de ruines, les Smith avaient feint d’ignorer l’existence de cet accord. Pourtant, les mots tracés sur ce vieux parchemin n’avaient jamais perdu leur pouvoir. Dans l’ombre, une jeune femme aux yeux froids observait. Sandra, la méprisée, l’invisible. Celle qu’on avait reléguée aux marges de la famille, comme si son sang était moins noble. Elle savait ce qu’ils ignoraient : un pacte ne meurt jamais. Il sommeille, attendant son heure. Et cette heure venait de sonner. Lorsque les Anthony franchirent le seuil de la maison Smith, ce ne fut pas en suppliants, mais en créanciers. Leur présence réveilla une vérité que les Smith avaient enfouie : on ne rompt pas impunément une promesse faite aux morts. Et alors que les voix s’élevaient, que les accusations fusaient, Sandra se tenait immobile, un sourire glacé aux lèvres. Car elle, l’oubliée, allait devenir leur seul salut.

The city of kerkstraat was once very peaceful, a place were humans, vampires and werewolves coexisted peacefully, then the grand elder of the vampires; Lanthe became greedy. The whole city was then rampage by vampires, half of the population of humans race were turned into blood sucking beast, only the true Alpha and his mate will stop him.

"Do not dare pretend you didn't pray hard to be our mate so you can live in wealth and luxury, human!" one of the mighty angel Kings snaps in disgust. "I measure the quality of a man by his hardwork. Have you worked hard for this wealth, your majesty?" I boldly ask. * * * * * * * The angel kings of Lordsland, considered to be the most flawless of beings, had hoped that they would have a useful mate, like the graceful princess of the neighboring kingdom, especially now that the kingdom is facing the greatest crisis. Attacks by Rogue dragons are becoming more and more frequent, their kingdom could use the help of another army. They are utterly disgusted when a human of no royal blood, Rana, turns out to be their mate. They demand that a special ritual be performed to transfer the mate bond to the woman they truly desire. What they doesn't know is that despite Rana being a human, she hails from a special bloodline. She isn't just the bravest and kindest woman across all kingdoms, she also possess rare blood, the only thing that can control rogue dragons and wipe away every magical spell cast against their reign. Everyone is surprised by Rana's careless reaction to their rejection. Any woman would have knelt and begged to be their cherished queen. But Rana believes that only a kind man with genuine love for her is worth her tears. She also knows that the Angel Kings are making a huge mistake by choosing the pretentious Princess over her.

The Milford Vineyards of west Kentucky are beautiful and lined with row after row of lush grape vines. As Willa drove past them she thought back to her childhood days spent with her best friend Kaysea Milford running down the grape laden rows. Today Kaysea's family was throwing a wine tasting party to celebrate the launch of their newest red wine. It was sure to make a grand mark amongst the nation's red wines. After college Willa and Kaysea both went back home to join their family's prospective businesses. Neither of them were lacking for anything as both family's were very well off. Willa's family owned a large dairy farm just to the east of where the Milford's land was situated. The Stockholm Farm spanned thousands of acres and many grocery stores in the state as well as others in the country were being supplied with filtered milk from their dairy. Two generations of the Stockholm family had been working the dairy farm and making the business a billion dollar entity. The day Willa went to the Milford's wine tasting party she encountered Grey Langly. The real-estate tycoon from Frankfort who was an architect by trade. She accidentally bumped into him while carrying a glass of red wine in her hand and spilled the contents down the front of her dress. "Oh my!" "Pardon me miss" exclaimed Grey! "Let me get you something to wipe up that mess." When Willa locked eyes with Grey she instantly fell silent and couldn't speak. His dark eyes and handsome face rendered her speechless. She couldn't move and her heart raced. "Are you ok?" Grey asked. Kaysea immediately walked over to rescue Willa from the embarrassing situation. Grey, let me introduce you to my best friend Willa Stockholm.