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Me compré un hombre bestia de servicio de élite, pero a mí no me quería. Solo le movía la cola a mi hermana. Así que después, llevé a casa a otro de desahogo inferior. Y él… se puso tan desesperado que casi llora. —¡Clara! ¡Tú solo puedes tener un perrito… y ese he de ser yo!

Xavier is on the verge of giving up and settling for what his life is -grueling, onerous, and insipid. Sierra is a woman with dreams as big as the sun but a heart as rigid as a rocky mountain. She is constantly facing obstacles and has a hard time letting go and healing from events of her past. These two are least likely to make a match but when the odds are in favor, hope blossoms for them. On the other hand, Xander is an accomplished man with the power kings crave and intellect that the world envies atop a slight maniacal charm. Between the two underground kings, Xavier and Xander, lies the only queen left- Sierra -she has to choose between a mysterious love full of surprises or love that she could only dream of. In this compelling novel, we take a new approach to whimsical romance, banter, and the grim side of reality. Find out how the story unfolds, twists, and turns in this revolutionary book - My Altered Mate. by Lothaire.

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. It is about a woman finding her courage in this world. Upon finding it she craves to relinquish the feeling of always being on the edge of the cliff while being the one who solely helps her family from crumbling into pieces. She was hired by Alessandro as their Assassin in their mafia, but their hearts start to recognize the sparks igniting turning into the indomitable flames of their desires. Their fates are always not in favor, but can they test fate and vanquish the plague surrounding them. Or are they meant to dwindle and let it destroy them instead of being their salvation? ... “Gattina, I love it when you are in this position, you should do this more often. And the reason next time won't be picking up your black clutch.” She looked up and scowled with amusement dancing in her eyes. Mio Dio. “I bet you do. I look good in a lot of angles sir. But you won't be able to see if I will be performing one.”

“I wish I had not met you once more” After the tragic death of his fiancee, Cullen Anderson raged a war against death that sent him to the underworld, where the Daimons lived. Cullen found favor in the eyes of Thanatos, the god of peaceful death and made him a grim Reaper as his punishment and his second chance. If he fails, his soul will vanish forever. One hundred souls to go, and mission accomplished, but then he encountered Paige, a Filipino-British model. She is the reincarnation of Cullen’s fiancée, Amari, who was brutally killed almost ten decades ago. She was reborn to torment Cullen’s soul once more. One of the Daimons wanted to erase Cullen in eternity forever. But why? Will history repeat itself? Will Cullen win against the plot of the minor gods? Brace yourself as you read the Grim Reaper's diary! The untold stories of darkness, you have never heard before.

A small accident that happened to Rajata in the courtyard of Prambanan Temple brought him to meet Kalyana, a woman who was finishing her novel because she would soon go abroad with Armand, her future husband. The encounter, which they thought was fleeting, turned out to be continued when Kalyana, hurt by Armand’s actions, invited Rajata to accompany him to visit Yeh Pulu, Bali. Rajata, who was trying to forget his love for a girl from his high school days, accepted the invitation. In Yeh Pulu, a local elder gave Kalyana a startling vision of an incident from several centuries ago. Intrigued by what really happened at that time, they decided to ask for a favor from Harso, Kalyana’s old friend who worked at CERN, Switzerland. Unexpectedly, their investigation, which relied on a sophisticated computer named Lidia lead them into an amazing adventure, an adventure that opens new perspectives to their understanding about history, and triggered them to learn from history in facing the future.

March Yana gave birth to quintuplets in secret. She’s raising her children alone without telling Rod the truth. She doesn’t want to go back to his life but it changed after the accident happened. Rod was already married and that’s the reason why Marcha didn’t tell him the truth. She was a mistress—a disgrace to Rod’s family. She pushed Rod away and escaped with their unborn children in her womb. 7 years later, Rod’s mother found March Yana and asked a favor that leads her to go back to Rod’s life. She wanted to say no but she can’t turned down the woman who helped and raised her when she was still in college. She agreed to nurse Rod and to be his business secretary for the time being. What if Rod learned the truth? Will she still succeeding on hiding Rod’s children? Or will Rod take their children and hide them from her instead?

Knoxville sneered at me. “Say what you want to say right here. You're not welcome in my house,” he thundered, his voice dripping with disdain. I couldn't believe his audacity. “You're a nobody who betrayed me! I was the one who helped you, and this is how you repay me?” I shouted, my voice echoing through the neighborhood. Knoxville smirked. “I'm somebody, remember? I told you about my luxurious life before I was disowned. Don't act like you did me a favor,” he said, his tone ungrateful and arrogant. Getting betrayed by the person you love and trust so much after given him your entire life could be the worst betrayal in your life. But coming back stronger to make him miserably by using his brother could be wonderful paybacks right, She has decided to choose the right revenge.

The Devil You Called Grimace. Hunger. Love like a curse. They say some doors open only once. She opened hers with three red candles, a drop of blood, and a whisper. Lonely nights, overdue rent, and a heart too heavy to carry — that’s all it took to call him through. Malik. The man made of smoke, shadow, and everything her prayers forgot to protect her from. He came smiling, with promises sweet as sin — protection, money, revenge. Every favor he gave her tasted like salvation until she realized he was feeding on her, one piece at a time. A memory here. A dream there. Her laughter swallowed whole. Now he’s the warmth in her sheets and the whisper in her nightmares. The devil she named, the lover she can’t unmake. Because Malik wasn’t summoned. He was chosen. And love — the kind that burns red under candlelight — always demands a body to keep it alive.

A los siete años, papá llevó a casa a una mujer hermosa y fue ella quien me regaló una caja de mangos. Ese mismo día, mamá me vio comerlos con tanto gusto. Firmó los papeles del divorcio sin decir nada y, poco después, se lanzó del edificio. Desde entonces, el mango se convirtió en la pesadilla que me acompañaría toda la vida. Por eso, el día de mi boda le dije a mi esposo, Héctor Preciado, que si algún día quería divorciarse, solo tenía que regalarme un mango. Él me abrazó sin responder y, desde ese momento, el mango también se volvió su tabú. Cinco años después de casarnos, en Nochebuena, su amiga de la infancia dejó un mango sobre su escritorio. Ese día, Héctor anunció que cortaba toda relación con Violeta Sánchez y la despidió de la empresa. Y ahí sí creí, sin dudarlo, que él era el hombre indicado para mí. Hasta que, seis meses después, regresé del extranjero tras cerrar un trato de cien millones de dólares. En la cena de celebración, Héctor me pasó una bebida. Y, cuando ya me había tomado la mitad del vaso, Violeta, la mujer a la que había despedido de la empresa, apareció detrás de mí con una sonrisa provocadora y preguntó en tono despreocupado: —¿Está bueno el jugo de mango? Me giré para mirar a Héctor con incredulidad. Él apenas contenía la risa. —No te enojes —dijo—. Violeta insistió en que te hiciera esta broma. —No te di un mango, solo jugo de mango. Luego añadió, como si nada: —Pero, creo que Violeta tiene razón: que no comas mango es una manía tuya. —Mira lo feliz que estabas tomándolo hace un momento. Mi expresión se endureció. Levanté la mano, le arrojé el resto del jugo en el rostro y me di media vuelta para irme. Porque hay cosas con las que no se bromea. El mango no lo es. Y mi decisión de divorciarme, tampoco.

A las dos de la mañana, cuando llegó la llamada urgente de los Ancianos de la manada, yo acababa de salir arrastrándome de debajo de mi amor de la infancia, el heredero Alfa Slade. Mi cuerpo todavía me dolía por su ruda posesión. Como la única sanadora humana en toda la manada Bosque Negro, se me ordenó preparar hierbas como regalo para la alianza de apareamiento de Slade con la manada de las Espinas. Levanté con cuidado el brazo de Slade, que me rodeaba. Tras una noche de pasión, su poderoso cuerpo Alfa aún irradiaba un calor febril. Supuse que esta era solo otra princesa loba a la que él necesitaba rechazar, así que le toqué el pecho con picardía y le pregunté con una sonrisa: —Slade, ¿qué excusa vas a usar por nonagésima vez? ¿Que de repente te dio alergia la princesa? Él se dio la vuelta y me besó la frente, con los ojos pesados por el sueño. —Mi dulce niña, esta vez las hierbas deben ser preparadas por ti, y solo por ti. El éxito de esta alianza descansa sobre tus hombros. Me quedé helada. Durante los últimos diez años, yo había sido su consuelo secreto, la que calmaba sus ataques violentos de ira cada noche. Pensé que, tarde o temprano, me ganaría una ceremonia de unión formal. Pero en ese momento, lo comprendí. Yo era solo una conveniencia, un cuerpo para su uso personal. Si eso era todo lo que yo significaba para él, entonces reduciría a cenizas todo lo que teníamos. Hice una llamada a mi antiguo mentor en el Instituto Nacional de Medicina, el profesor Sterling. —Profesor, ese puesto de investigación sobre genética... ¿todavía está abierto? Estoy lista para regresar al mundo humano. Pero cuando ese Alfa arrogante, que decía que éramos "solo amigos" y "estrictamente profesionales", descubrió que ya no podía percibir ni un leve olor mío en el aire, perdió completamente la cabeza.