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In Gangnam, Seoul's district known for it's wealth and glamour, a series of mysterious disappearances and brutal murders occurs. The criminal is quickly called by public the 'Cherry Blossom Reaper' because of his choice for young, beautiful women and fact, that the day after the kidnapping, in the place of the disappearance, he leaves a small bouquet made of artificial cherry blossoms, slightly sprinkled with the victim's blood. When the daughter of the well-known fashion house CEO disappear, the case is transferred to Kim Soo Min, a female detective from Seoul's Investigation Departament. But as it turns out, the case is not easy to solve, even for such a talented detective as her. The list of suspects is getting longer and evidence does not clearly indicate any of them. [ IMPORTANT: This story is entirely fictional, just like its characters. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. ]

Love is eternal. There is no end. There is no escape from love. Or is there? Clarissa is an author troubled by dreams of a Victorian woman and her family who were murdered in a Mansion on an Island in the middle of Goldwater lake in the picturesque Lake District, England. Writing a book about the family, she is desperate to discover who murdered the young family and does all she can to research the past when the recluse who owns the house refuses to allow her to visit. But her quest for information causes her to be haunted by a violent male ghost who will stop at nothing to stop her and another equally determined to protect her and draw her in to his arms. Can the handsome new owner of the Island, American Billionaire, Brandon Clifford who wants nothing more than to steal her heart, provide her with the answers she seeks to solve the mystery?

MONTREAL SERIES #1 (TAGALOG) A deadly, high-ranking assassin, forced to live as an ordinary student, enrolls at a prestigious university and crosses paths with the "Four Kings," the academy's most popular and untouchable group. As their worlds collide, tensions ignite, and the question arises: will the predator become the prey, or will the kings fall to her hidden power? M.H UPDATE 2025 : I'm currently uploading the edited version of this novel. Ps: If you added this book a long time ago and going to re-read it again, please remove and add it to your library again to refresh the book.

At dinner, my wife's little brother Darren shot me a nasty look. "Other guys hook their wife's brother up with houses and cars. Mine won't shut up about covering a lousy twenty grand. "Wade Watson, transfer your house to me today, or I swear, I'll make my sister divorce you." My hand stalled mid-serve as I placed food on my pregnant wife's plate. That house was all my parents left me. Best school district in the city. Worth over three hundred grand. I looked at Vanessa, waiting for her to back me up. For the baby. She slammed an abortion appointment slip onto the table. "It's because I married a useless guy like you that my brother still isn't married. Wade, you get one choice—the baby or the house."

Hazel Jones slides on a beautiful red silk dress with a slit up to her curvy hip and black strappy heels. Her long, chocolate brown hair is up in an elegant style, exposing her neck. She applies mascara and matching red matte lipstick for the finishing touches. She studies herself in the mirror before leaving her apartment and getting into the limo. Hazel may never see her family again but missing the Mate Gala is not an option for her. -------- "How is this possible?" "I don't know, but she is mine too." King Octavius Storm and his mate, Valentina watches as their surprise mate makes her way to The Royals' table. She's a human, and they are the Lycan Royals. A Lycan King has never had more than one mate. It is normal in the Full-Blood District, but not in the Lycan Colony. What makes it even more unique, Octavius and Valentina both felt the mate bond before Hazel stepped foot in the ballroom.

Eleanor Patrik, A young adult (23yrs), raised by the Mafia underboss, Nathan Holland (31) cannot help but fall for his gentle and loving side that makes her feel treasured. Indefatigably, she tries to get his attention romantically but is faced by the whiplash of society's “Wrong Love” concept since he is her guardian. Nathan is a famous playboy. Eleanor wants to stay by his side and gets jealous seeing Nathan with a woman that is not her. She ended up confessing to him. Things become awkward while the competition to become the Boss of the Mafia Organization turns nasty. Eleanor is frustrated with Nathan’s lack of response and acts carelessly only to face Nathan’s undiscovered emotions; ending in a relationship only for her heart to be broken by his indifference. She ends up becoming the enemy organization's target amidst all. Nathan loses it when betrayed by his own group; Eleanor ends up being kidnaped and Nathan wounded. When he finally finds her she is pregnant, shocking him. Will things return to how it was or will Eleanor realize Nathan’s true feelings. Will her teenage love bloom rightly or fade in this dangerous world of Mafia?

Aire was a survivor—until the person she trusted most turned her into a memory. Betrayed and left for dead in the cold shadows of the city’s underworld, Aire’s story should have ended there. Instead, she wakes up years later in a world that has moved on without her. With her memories returning in jagged, painful flashes, Aire realizes she’s been given the ultimate second chance. But the streets are meaner now, and her killer, Trevon, is sitting on the throne she helped him build. To take him down, she’ll have to navigate a landscape of shadows and secrets, catching the eye of Dee—a hood billionaire whose heart is as cold as the diamond district he runs. Dee doesn't do love, and Aire doesn't do trust. But as their worlds collide, they realize that in a city built on lies, their fire might be the only thing that's real. This time, Aire isn’t just playing the game—she’s rewriting the rules.

Beauty said said fade which is true. But beauty within never fades Tehzeeb a young and elegant lady grow up without knowing what opulence is rather she was raised to know only penury. Would she be able to know what opulence is? or will she forever remain in penury? Opposite they said attract. Does that also involved that the rich and poor will attract? Fate they said can't be change and destiny can't be predicted What would her fate be and what does destiny have in store for her. Could it be love, hatred, pain or what? If you want to find out then click on the add button to add the story in your library

"Are you sure you want to deregister everything that has to do with you, Ms. Shaw? Once it's all settled, you will essentially cease to exist. No one will be able to trace you." Nancy Shaw looks at the clock pointing to midnight before saying firmly, "Yes, I'm sure." Hansen Holland's lover has won the wager. He spends his and Nancy's first wedding anniversary with his lover. That's why Nancy doesn't want him anymore. … Hansen thinks Nancy will never leave him, no matter how out of line he acts. He sinks deeper into his lover's tenderness and turns a blind eye to her provocation of Nancy… until Nancy disappears. That's when he panics and descends into terror. When he finally finds Nancy, he sees her in the arms of a man who only has eyes for her. Hansen falls to his knees before her, looking humbled. "I'm sorry, Nance. I know I did you wrong. Let's go back to how things used to be." Nancy links arms with the man beside her and smiles winningly. "It's too late for that. You're out, Mr. Holland."

I made my way directly to the library with the present I had for Asher all nicely wrapped up, ready to be torn open. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. When I arrived at the library, no one was there. I sat there for a whole 20 minutes waiting for Mr. no show. I felt stupid for thinking he would actually come. I got dolled up for no reason at all. Maybe I’ll still meet my mate today. Then it won’t be for no reason. I got up from the table seat and went into the hall, hearing a lot of whispers regarding my new appearance. Some asking if I’m a new girl, others saying I’m trying too hard and others saying I look drop dead gorgeous. I didn’t know how to feel about myself. As I was wandering around the halls waiting for school to start, a smell hit me like a truck. It filled my lungs and took over my mind. It was the smell of after the rain had fallen. Petrichor. "Mate", I growled. I let the scent lead my feet to where my mate was. I was so excited and my palms are sweaty. It led me to the janitor’s closet and before I opened it I heard a moan. I put my ear to the door and heard shuffling. “Hurry Saige, I smell my mate, I can’t let her meet me like this.” I know that voice my heart skips a beat, fear and anger covers my heart like a blanket. It can’t be. It can’t be. There’s no way.