Highschool Of Dead

“You think you know me?” His breath rushed whiskey-hot against her face. “No, I—” Her breath choked back as she felt his palm sliding between her thighs. She meant to press them together, to slow all this down. His fingertips were almost… But she felt her muscles loosening instead, telling a truth she couldn’t muster. - Power. Control. Dominance. Kade's world is all about being on the top and ahead of everyone. Love doesn't exist in his vocabulary, but obsession does. When a brilliant risk analyst crosses his path, offering him a unique insight about everyone around him, his power over his empire increases, and so does his crave for owning her. Raven is an asset, his asset, his. With her, he was on top of the world. Empire of Dominance is written by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Serena Ravenwood was destined to lead her pack until a brutal kidnapping left her shattered and presumed dead. Rescued by Darius Thornheart, heir to a rival pack, Serena must recover both her strength and the will to lead. As their bond grows, an undeniable force pulls them together, revealing they are fated mates. But dark secrets from her past threaten their future, and a lurking enemy is determined to destroy everything. In a world where love is a dangerous risk, Serena and Darius must fight for their packs—and for each other—before time runs out.

A young woman is reborn inside a mecha VRMMO consumed by galactic warfare, and must rise above the failings of her old life or be lost forever. As she ascends, a spreading darkness threatens to tear her galaxy apart.

Victor and I were nothing more than a pair of sworn enemies married inside the camp. He hated me for handing over my frail sister to the research institute, all so they could extract the antiviral serum from her blood. And I hated him for never seeing anyone but her, even in the apocalypse, when she could barely lift a metal rod. For the ten years of the apocalypse, the words we said to each other most often were, "Die a miserable death." … However, when the zombie horde finally broke through the last line of defense, he chained me to the modified mech truck and went out alone to face it. "Live…" I watched as the tide of corpses swallowed him whole, the crack of breaking bones mixing with the sound of flesh being torn apart. On the edge of death, he pulled out my sister's faded photo and placed it over the one clean spot on his chest. "This life is yours. But if there's a next one, don't go near her again." … That night, when I returned, I blew up the camp. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the zombie king. His razor-sharp claws closed around my throat, and I smiled as I took hold of his hand. "Let's make a deal. Give humans five more years, and I'll willingly be your queen." Last time, he gave his life to save me. This time, I'll be the monster—so they can all get what they want.

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.

The New Year was just around the corner. While I was doing a thorough cleaning, I stumbled upon something beneath the couch. It was a damp, used condom, and it still had a faint lipstick stain on the edge. One thing I was sure of was that I didn't use this brand, but the lipstick color? It matched perfectly with my girlfriend Lindsey Stirling's.

One night was enough to change everything, to destroy everything. He took away my family, everything I love and for some reason he left me alive, why? It's so painful to live after... "One fateful night, Anaís' family was brutally murdered, shattering her world and leaving her with no memory of the events. Consumed by guilt for not remembering and the weight of being the sole survivor, Anas was admitted to Ashwood Psychiatric Hospital with a diagnosis of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). There, she met three mysterious boys who seemed to have her best interests at heart. However, as she got to know them, Anaís began to suspect that one of them might be the very person responsible for her family's tragic fate. Despite their different motives, they shared a common goal: to protect Anaís. But as she unraveled her feelings and suspicions, Anaís realized that the journey to uncover the truth was only just beginning.

Georgina knew nothing of her father's dealings with the Richardson family. She only knew that she had fallen in love with her husband against his wish. She desired Adam so much but as theirs was a marriage convenience, she could only look, not touch. She had her own reason for agreeing to marry him--which was not financial gain, as Adam ruefully thinks but how could the truth stay hidden, when she shared such intense passion with her husband...

Abimanyu Abraham, usia 20 tahun, berawakan tinggi kurus dan tidak terlalu tampan. Seorang pemuda yang hidup serba berkecukupan di tengah kota Jakarta yang sudah berteknologi super maju ini. Walaupun Bima orang kaya, namun kehidupannya di luar sana seperti gelandangan yang terus di caci maki karena satu alasan. Namun satu kejadian membuatnya berubah 180° dari yang biasanya tak banyak bicara dan introvert kini jadi lebih ceria serta terlihat lebih fresh.

Jey Azenaiah is an average girl. She knows that being a beautiful girl is far from the description of her face. Pero pagdating naman sa patalinuhan ay nangunguna siya. She is brave and she never let someone drag her down. She always do what is right and do what she wants. Ngunit sa panibagong eskwelahan na papasukan niya malaking pagbabago sa buhay ang makakaharap niya. One glance at Darius Flint Hicayo, she knows that her heart is crazily like someone. Mabilis siyang nahulog at nadala sa tibok ng kanyang puso. But in life, there are circumstances that even yourself can't control and for Jey Azenaiah it was Jax Atticus Grayse. In the play of flames three hearts will be the player but only one will be the winner. Would destiny help Azen to determine her own flames? Or would she rather let herself find what her heart admires?