Hanging Tree Ghost

Satrikana Series 01: Aerthaliz Satrikana An ex-boyfriend is nothing more than a painful chapter from the past-no emotions, no attachment. He taught her how to love in the most agonizing way, leaving her in the dark for years without explanation. His silence only fueled her anger, and his heartlessness shaped her into someone stronger. Now, he's a distant memory-just a ghost in her life. But fate keeps pulling them back together. Will she allow him back into her life, or will she choose to leave the past behind for good?

I never wanted to be special. I just wanted to survive. As the daughter of an executed traitor, I've spent seventeen years as a ghost in the Silvercrest pack, tainted blood, forbidden from shifting, watching my mother slowly die while everyone pretends we don't exist. Then Kai Silvercrest comes home. The Alpha's heir. Gorgeous. Deadly. Supposed to marry the Beta's daughter and secure his dynasty. Instead, he takes one look at me and claims me as his mate in front of the entire pack.

Aurora Leandro was cheated on and went through a painful break-up. And so, she swore 'till the depths of Tartarus that she will not commit to a relationship again... nor fall in love. But when her life was barely hanging on a thread and an unseen foe was about to put her family in grave danger— her father hired an oozing, jaw-dropping hot soldier with a pair of golden eyes to be her bodyguard. Desire starts consuming her like never before. Like a wildfire spreading on dried leaves. Aurora knew her words will ricochet back at her. She knew she's about to break the parameters. She knew she's about to lose herself. Because the tiny spark that startled both of them ends up in a blaze of glory.

Three years after my death, my wife’s first love was hanging onto life by a thread, and only my system could save him. To force me to show up, she cut off my father’s medical payments. My sick mother was forced to beg her out in the summer heat until she collapsed. She even threw my beloved little sister into a bonfire to be eaten up by the flames. As she waited for me to show up, apologize to her, and use the system to save her first love, my sister finally stopped hiding the truth. “He died three years ago! Three years ago, he traded his life so you would survive that car crash!”

Three years after I died, Stella, my wife, decided to divorce me and marry her dying ex. She stormed into my old house like she owned the place, forcing me to sign the divorce agreement. Mom told her the truth—I was already gone. Stella rolled her eyes. "Why's he still pretending? Harvey's dying. I just wanna be there for him. What's so wrong about that? If he won't come out, I'm done paying your medical bills." She thought threatening Mom would shake something loose. But what Stella didn't get? Mom had already stopped treatment. She was just hanging on to watch her crack.

They call him Breed but it’s a sign of respect, not disrespect. Born to a small tribe of Cherokee living in the Appalachian Mountains...he’s a big man. Stands at six foot four and close to three hundred pounds of pure muscle. He wears his long black hair in a ponytail, hanging halfway down his back. He owns every room he enters and lacks fear of almost any confrontation. His bright green eyes, the only thing he got from his father, were squinting as he looked down into the dingy. A woman lay there... tall and slim, short blonde hair with the tips dyed lime green. Breed shakes his head. What bothers him is the fact that she is covered in bruises and doesn’t seem to be conscious at the moment.

A pedophilic catholic therapist, a sucidal little satanist, the ghost of a girl who needs to be avenged, an abominable catholic priest... Life is an endless circle, but Adulf Cain thinks he's found the sense of life once lost... The life that Adam lost forever in paradise. but in this new garden, the dice is rolled by two portals, they are waring... One for, the other against the birth of a child that might be the only prediction humanity needs for doom... And she is a young woman. God's messenger mustn't spare her... But now he's drawn even to fall in love .

When Billionaire Ghost St Patrick first saw Angela Valdez she was beautiful yet clumsy and he couldn't help but feel compelled to get her into his bed They met in an absurd situation but fate brought them bavk togeather when Angela applied for the role of personal assistant to the CEO of the Truth Enterprise .They collided again and a brief fling of sex and pleasure ensued.Ghost was forced to choose between his brothers and pleasure when he discovered a terrible truth about Angela's birth..she was his pleasure and at his mercy!!!

An accident five years ago led to her becoming pregnant with his child, forcing her to drop out of school and leave her home. She has been wandering the city like a ghost with her daughter while working as a cab driver ever since.Five years later, nothing changed, but she was a completely different person. He got into her cab, yet he was just another stranger to her.Alone in the city, with her soulmate in the same car. ‘Will I finally meet you one day after traveling around the whole city?’

My mother marries into the Patterson family with me after her divorce. She marries Thomas Patterson, the dean of a veterinary hospital. Meanwhile, I marry Walter Patterson, a firefighter captain and Thomas' son. On this day, there's a huge storm. I'm almost due for labor, but I still head to the hospital to pick my mother up after an operation. We head to the subway, but it ends up being flooded. I endure the labor contractions and call Walter with trembling hands, wanting to ask for help. He finally answers after hanging up on me 18 times. "What the hell do you want? How stupid can you be, calling me in such a huge storm? "I'm saving lives here! Tracy's foot was cut by glass while being saved, and I've just bandaged her wound. Now, I have to take her dog to Dad's hospital so he can save it. The dog is hanging by a thread; if you need help, get some other firefighter to do it! Don't pester me!" Later, the rescue team arrives. My mother and I are pushed to the back of the crowd, and people won't stop shoving us around. The floodwater rises, and I have no choice but to carry her on my back while trudging along the corridor. This continues for three hours. When we're finally rescued, my mother is already unconscious, and I end up losing my child, who's almost to term. My mother and I look at each other tearfully in the ward we share. I say, "Mom, I'm getting a divorce." She says, "It's not a big deal, sweetheart. I'll do it with you. I've done it once before—I know how this goes."