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When a sister is depressed and angry, it affects the other. Lily has been in Lucinda's shadow all her life. Their relationship is one of love and hate. When Lucinda falls to alcohol, Lily bears the hurt the most. And when Lucinda dies, Lily is heartbroken. Lucinda was hiding a great secret from Lily before her death and now, Lily is harbouring a terrible secret about Lucinda's death from everyone. As the story unfolds, the truth about Lucinda's alcoholism and death comes to light.

Lily Sterling, an 18-year-old, is the younger daughter of a wealthy businessman and is married off to Zared Williams, CEO of the biggest corporation and a billionaire in London. For all of her life, Lily's parents treated her like an animal because of her academic problems. She has always yearned for affection and love.At first sight, she falls madly in love with Zared. Zared's most striking feature is his ocean blue eyes, which make him an incredibly charming man. However, he treats Lily badly and is incredibly cruel to her; in the meantime, Lily constantly battles to gain his affection and trust. Lily spends a great while yearning for Zared's love without knowing there is someone out there willing to sacrifice all for her and love her without end, leading to a love triangle

Gretel, er, I mean, Gabriella Salazar finds temptation and desperation to be too great and breaks into a wicked witch’s—uh, that is—a pretentious, rich woman’s condo, only to discover she’s not the only one with a B & E fetish. The twist is that the mysterious, handsome Hansel to her Gretel who has also stolen into the same apartment is anything but brotherly, and the two strangers find themselves lip-locked before the evening is over. Now Gabby and her new, aggravating accomplice must get crafty and work together to free themselves and everyone they hold dear from a mad woman’s clutches.But breaking and entering never ends with a happily ever after. Right?

Power is always associated with trouble. Sometimes it is great enough to save us from trouble, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it is so great that trouble can't get close and sometimes its greatness is the reason why trouble comes. Sometimes it's not about how you use it, sometimes it's about the power itself. The mere existence of a certain power could stir up fear, awe, hatred and envy depending on who percieved it and how they do.

A beautiful pink haired, red eyed girl was born in the vampire world but unfortunately was abandoned the moment she was born in front of an orphanage. The nurse named Lucy raised her with great love and care. Unlike other vampires she had multiple abilities which was considered a bad omen so she was told by the headmaster of the orphanage to use only one ability while hiding others. Now she goes to the most prestigious high school of the kingdom where only nobles and royals go. Will she be able to hide her other abilities as trouble follows that school or embrace them as a part of her being?

(Sequel to The Vampire King and his Omega) I was the daughter of Luciana Archenbow, the Killer Queen. The heir to two species, but I belonged to none. I was a witch. The most powerful witch in existence to be exact. My mother was the prophesized savior of her kind and my father’s, I was the result. Powerful magic had seized my body and made me its home, but that was the thing about power. It never asked permission and never sought forgiveness. No one could have prepared me for my role to play in this world. For I had the inkling that I was never meant to be its savior, like my mother. Until I met, him. Levi Emmerson was the embodiment of cool swag and hundreds of years of experience. A wizard of great caliber that could maybe save me from the demons within. All I had to do was dive deep and pray that love would be enough.

Selene Davies was heartbroken when Sunny Dale humiliated and dumped her on her 20th birthday. She felt that she had done everything right in their relationship, and couldn’t tell where things went wrong. After all, she was raised by her mother to be a lady; prim and proper. That night, she gave in to her wildest desires and threw herself into the warm arms of Declan Grayson, the personification of wealth and power. Selene reckoned that there was nothing wrong with letting herself loose and having a great night. However, what if her fling wasn't just a decade older than her but also turned out to be her step-uncle? Well, he was nothing but a fling, no strings attached, or so she thought. Regret was an understatement when she learned that Declan didn't only take her first, but also publicized their affair. He portrayed her as a slut who gave sexual favors for a measly screen time. Now, she has the black market drug, ecstasy in her system, and when it’s effects kick in at random times, she either gets laid quickly or kicks the bucket. Who, or better still, what would be her medicine, when she has no man in her life? *** "Oh my God! Why does my head hurt so much? And my whole body also hurts like crazy. Ouch!!! Selene suddenly spotted a full-grown man lying beside her, “Hey, who the fu*k are you? And why are you in my bed?” Declan only smiled beautifully, a coy smirk lacing his lips. "Take a look around, sweetheart. You. Are. In. My. Bed!” His deep baritone voice sounded in her ear, stirring emotions she swore never to entertain again, or just maybe she never really felt that way before...

Marco Gabriel is the cold-hearted and arrogant CEO of Marc's Lux company, a man who is tormented by his past. When he hires Patricia as his personal secretary, he sees her as a sweet, innocent girl who is no threat to him or his organization. But little does he know that she is in fact a survivor- a ruthless, dark-hearted agent who will do anything to get revenge. Patricia may well be able to seduce her way to his heart but will the cost be too great ? The Seducing art of Patricia is a gripping and a compulsive thriller that will keep you up reading half the night and stay with you long after the final page is turned.

Corey Hamilton had everything she has always wanted, a good job, the perfect fiancé and a great best friend. But then, her life took a drastic turn when she lost her job, abruptly, coupled with the heart-wrenching betrayal from the two people she loved most in the world; Her perfect fiancé chose her best friend over her, calling off their wedding. The decision to seek momentary escape in alcohol only complicated her life further, tossing a one-night-stand with the sinfully attractive billionaire, Kai MacLeod, into the equation. The tables spun further, going up in flames when she found herself with a baby. But the saying that all that glitters wasn't gold couldn't have been more right because beneath the facade of tons of companies, casinos and several businesses, lies a powerful werewolf king. Kai MacLeod wasn't who she thought he was and she was soon caught in an endless web of the supernatural world. And this time? There was no going back.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.