House Keeping

I rented a house with a bloody history because it was cheap. On the first night after moving in, the faucet turned on by itself. I yelled into thin air, “Are you paying the water bill?!” The water instantly stopped flowing. I thought that was just the beginning of the ghost not bothering me. Unexpectedly, the next day, I saw a main course with two side dishes prepared on the dining table.

Audrey, a 35 year old programmer, suddenly woke up in an unknown place and in the body of a neglected 16 year old young lady of the ducal house of Garrick. With no rights to inherit the ducal title, a father trying to get rid of her, and a cheating fiancé she must devise a plan to find a decent man to marry and inherit the ducal title in order to survive in this new world.

Ryleigh didn’t remember being taken—only the cold bite of night and the blur of snarling shadows. Now she was locked in a cell beneath an unfamiliar pack house, her wrists sore, her memories foggy, and her heart pounding with questions. Her parents were dead, she’d just learned she was adopted, and now this—kidnapped by creatures that shouldn’t exist. Werewolves. Real ones. And someone with the initial D had left her a single note: You’re safe. Trust me. – D But safety felt like a lie. Especially after she witnessed a man shift before her eyes. Especially when the Alpha of the pack, Damien—arrogant, powerful, and dangerously charming—claimed ownership of her fate. Her only comfort came from Dr. Derek Blackthorn, the Alpha’s estranged brother, a healer with kind eyes and secrets of his own. In a house ruled by strict laws, bloodlines, and bitter alliances, Ryleigh must survive a world she was never meant to know. One where love could be her only weapon—or her greatest downfall.

As soon as I graduated from university, I suggested to my three roommates that we should rent a place together. The place I found was near our workplace, and it was cheap as well. It was much better than the house they used to rent in the suburbs. During the first three months of renting the place together, everything seemed fine. One day, I got off work early and heard them talking in the living room. "I did some research online. The rent of the houses in this area is at least 2 grand a month. But ours is only 800 dollars a month. How about we rent the master bedroom out for 800 dollars? That way, we won't have to pay any rent." "Alright, I'm in! Why does Jessica always get to sleep in the master bedroom? Even if she covered all the bills of this house, how much would that cost anyway?" "I've had it with her arrogant attitude. Thinking of her being homeless makes me want to laugh!" I laughed inwardly. 'You want to see me homeless? But I'm the landlord!'

Linda has the power to burn vampires to a crisp. The problem is, she doesn't know it yet. And unfortunately for her she's in love with one. And not just that she's yet to discover the mystery behind her extistance and who she truly is. When linda mucus moves to South Carolina, she meets Luke, a blond goofball who quickly becomes her best friend, and Evans, a mysterious bad boy who sends shivers down her spine. Linda knows they're keeping secrets, but when she discovers Evans lust for blood and her own dormant mystical powers, and the fact that she's also a demon Linda is forced to fight for her life and make the heartbreaking decision between protecting the congregation and the fiery passion of love.

Kiana Smith, the daughter of a carpenter got betrothed to A Mafia Lord at the age of eighteen because her father failed to pay back the huge sum of money he borrowed. Now at 20 years old, The Mafia Lord is back to get a replacement for his money. ********** Extract from the story ********** "No!!! You can't just give me off to him like that!" I wailed, struggling against the hold of the huge men that were keeping me in place. "I'm sorry, Kiana. But this is beyond my control. You have been promised to him ever since you turned 18." My father said, his head bowed in despair. "Nooooooo." I screamed as the huge men dragged me out of the house.

“But Owen. You can’t just quit your job, sell your house, and run away with a band. People just… don’t do that.” When her childhood sweetheart Owen breaks off their engagement, quits his job and sells his house in order to pursue a career as the lead guitarist of a band, Emily’s world comes crashing down around her. Owen was, after all, her best friend and always had been. They had grown up next-door neighbours, gone to the same school, the same university. They had even bought houses next to each other. They had been each other’s first for everything. Absolutely everything. There had never been anyone else, not even for a moment. Just as Emily begins to find her feet again and form her own plans, Owen’s back up singer calls in sick, and Emily steps in to save the day. Soon she finds herself swept up in a crazy ride to the top of the music industry which might just save her relationship with Owen… or end it completely.

Pearl Jane could only run away from her destiny so far. Her past always finds her in the end. However, the past had sent her three obnoxious werewolf warriors to return her to their realm. But she needed to keep her secrets hidden for a little longer. How hard could it be? She only needs to pretend to assist these handsome lycans in finding the person they are looking for while keeping the truth hidden from them. It was a reasonable ploy. Yet, falling in love with the three horny werewolves was never on her bucket list. Let alone allowing them to witness her game of Love and Fire. Not to mention assisting them in their search for a powerful alchemist. Just wait until they realize she is the alchemist they were looking for.

The day before Chris Carter and I were supposed to get engaged, my parents sent me to prison. Three years later, when I was finally released, Chris was the only one who came to pick me up. I knew he despised me. I trembled, keeping my head down, hoping to slip away unnoticed. But he blocked my path, frowning. “Emily York? You stink.” He pinched his nose and told me to get in the car. I fell to my knees, desperately begging him not to take me home. If he did, I would die. He looked at me with chilling indifference and said, “Then go ahead and die.” I agreed. But later, he cried and begged me to stay alive.

But the last time he left me for her, he promised it was over between them and I believed him. That is why we are here today, in this grand hall of the pack house, surrounded by happy pack members from different packs in the werewolf clan, all dressed in their finest clothes for the ritual that would seal our mate bond under the moon. He lied to me.