I Am Immortal

When Sethlzaar, a child of the conisoir, is chosen by a man in a cassock, it is with a confused acceptance that he follows.A life in the priesthood, though for those considered blessed, is no life at all. However, Sethlzaar has nowhere else to be and nothing else to lose. With a new name and a new purpose, he is determined to survive the tests of the seminary as the priests forge him and his new brothers into blades destined to serve as sacrifices to the cause of Truth.In the end, choices will be made, legends born, and loyalties tested.But above all else, Sethlzaar Vi Sorlan will have to face the truth that perhaps he's not as blessed as he'd been led to believe...

Nina falls in love with a very striking man. It is only later that she realises that he is a man with secrets. These secrets quickly put her in mortal danger and the object of her affection, Mark, pays a price to have her kept out of harms way. When Nina finds out what Mark had to give up for her safety she is determined to set the world right again. But there is always a price that need to be paid. Isn't there?

Hidup Julea Anastasia harus berubah 180 derajat demi menemukan sebelah sepatu heels pertamanya yang hilang di ruang meeting kantor tempo hari. Untuk mendapatkan sepatunya kembali dia harus menemani Andrew Nugraha, bosnya yang super galak dalam kencan buta. Tidak mau merelakan sepatu baru yang dia dapat dari menabung selama tiga bulan, Julea harus berulang kali terlibat dalam aksi Andrew menggagalkan perjodohannya sendiri. Namun, karena tuduhan seseorang keduanya harus menikah! Tidak mau kehilangan akal, Julea berniat membongkar kejahatan itu bersama dengan Andrew. Sifat angkuh dan sok berkuasa dari Andrew berusaha Julea lawan dengan sifat keras kepalanya. Saat dua sifat berlainan itu disatukan mungkinkah ada kisah indah bak negeri dongeng tercipta, atau selamanya hanya ada hubungan pura-pura?

„Frau Stein, gemäss Ihrer Anfrage haben wir eine Leiche vorbereitet, die Ihnen bis ins kleinste Detail gleicht. Diese werden wir in zehn Tagen an den Ort Ihrer Hochzeitszeremonie mit Herrn Meyer liefern“, erklärte der Mitarbeiter am anderen Ende der Leitung. Mias nervöse Anspannung, die schon Tage anhielt, ließ nach endlich ein wenig. „Danke schön.“ „Gern geschehen, das ist unsere Pflicht. Machen Sie sich keine Sorgen – niemand wird an der Echtheit dieser Leiche zweifeln.“ Nach dieser Garantie seufzte Mia erleichtert. Noch einmal ging sie mit dem Mitarbeiter die Details für den Liefertag der Leiche durch. Nachdem sie die Leitung gelegt hatte, öffnete sie die Tür zum Privatzimmer. Bisher war das Zimmer voller Lärm, doch im Moment, in dem sie eintrat, erstarrte die Stimmung. Alle schauten sie an – kein Laut war mehr zu hören.

An meinem Hochzeitstag ließ mein Mafia-Verlobter Ryder Conti seine Männer mich vor der Kirche aufhalten. Stattdessen ging er mit einer anderen Frau am Arm den Gang entlang. Durch das schmiedeeiserne Tor zuckte er mir nur mit den Schultern. „Emilia, die Contis brauchen einen Erben, und Carmela trägt einen Rossi.“ „Sobald ich den Einfluss der Rossis nutze, um meine Position in der Familie zu festigen, lasse ich mich von ihr scheiden. Du bleibst trotzdem meine Frau.“ Alle dachten, ich würde brav nicken und warten, bis er zurückkommt. Zehn Jahre lang hatte ich ihn mehr geliebt als mein eigenes Leben, sogar den Kontakt zu meiner Familie für ihn abgebrochen. Noch in derselben Nacht stieg ich in einen Privatjet nach Sizilien, um eine arrangierte Ehe mit dem Paten der Vettori Familie anzunehmen. Von da an verschwand ich spurlos aus Ryder Contis Welt. Drei Jahre später kehrte ich mit meinem Ehemann und meinem Kind nach New York zurück, um mich um einen Verräter in der Familie zu kümmern. Zayn hatte noch etwas Dringendes zu erledigen, also schickte er seine Männer, um mich abzuholen. Ich hätte nie erwartet, einem Gesicht aus meiner Vergangenheit zu begegnen. Ryder musterte mich mit einem schiefen Grinsen. „Genug Spaß da draußen gehabt. Wenn du schon angekrochen kommst, passt das perfekt. Carmelas Sohn braucht eine Köchin. Das kannst du machen.“ Warte mal. Er hat mich gerade, die respektierteste Donna der Unterwelt, zur Köchin gemacht?

Davis Sailor, a young immortal who is known to be cold and sinister but with good looks from the evil realm is sent to Earth on a mission to eradicate the bloodline of the Onil, The Greatest Warriors with rare powers which could change the world. However, he spares the only Princess of the Onil's, Ellandria. He then comes back to take her life but the Princess had unleash her powers with vengeance and hatred in her heart. But she forgets about revenge the moment she meets Davis. What will be the two's destiny when she finds out he killed her family? Will love conquer hatred at that time? Dive in and enjoy readers!

Alaric Thorn was just a blacksmith in the 12th century—a husband, a father, a simple man. Until the day everything was taken from him. His wife murdered. His daughters stolen. And he himself slaughtered, powerless to protect the people he loved. But death did not end his story. Dragged into a supernatural realm after dying, Alaric made a desperate bargain: power in exchange for completing a mission in the future. A mission he did not understand. He returned to Earth centuries later—only to realize his revenge no longer existed. Four hundred years had passed. His family long gone. Their killer long dead. And Alaric… could no longer die. Cursed with immortality, he wandered through ages and empires, trying every possible way to end his life—failing each time. All he wanted was to go back in time and fix what he had lost. But when he finally stepped into a time machine, fate betrayed him again. Instead of the past… Alaric was thrown into another realm entirely—a brutal world crawling with monsters, ancient races, and system-like powers. Here, strength must be earned through blood, each battle pushing him closer to awakening his true potential. In this realm, he is no longer just a wanderer. He is a rising lord. A conqueror. A man destined to build an empire strong enough to challenge a king— a king who bears the same name as the monster who destroyed his life on Earth. As Alaric fights beasts, defeats tyrants, and gathers allies and armies, he discovers the truth behind the mission he accepted centuries ago: To reclaim his fate… To break his immortal curse… To rewrite the destiny stolen from him… He must rise as the Immortal King. The true master of the Dark Realm he was fated to rule.

WARNING: This book is unapologetically slutty. ••• “You can fuck me, but only with my mask on.” My boss doesn't know I'm his little wh*re sunshine. ••• Elissa can't remember the last time she got laid by a man. She is too caught up in meeting ends meet, and healing from the trauma caused by her stepmother. But her life changes when she goes to a masquerade ball and her eyes land on the gorgeous mysterious stranger, succumbing to his charm. They have a wild night together, their heated, lustful encounter leaving her breathless and wanting more. However, when dawn breaks, she flees the hotel room, and he is left with only her lingerie and an unrelenting obsession to find her. But when Elissa returns to her normal life, fate brings them together again in a shocking twist: Elissa’s new billionaire boss, Thane, is the mysterious man who has rocked her world. Now, he’s determined to claim her as his own, one sensual seduction at a time. But there’s a catch— he’s unaware that his secretary is the same woman he’s been p*unding at midnight, and Elissa must hide her arousal during work hours, waiting for the clock to strike 3 a.m. when she can transform into masked Cinderella once more. But for how long will it take for her identity to be revealed?

After dating for seven years, I proposed a hundred and one times to my boyfriend, Jason Brown. However, he always told me that he was not ready, rejecting my proposals. This continued to my 28th birthday. In his suit pocket, I found a ring box. Thinking he was about to propose to me, I was overjoyed. However, to my horror, I saw him going down on one knee to propose to his assistant, Marcella Hopkins. Right before my eyes, he placed the ring I had yearned for so long on her finger. When one of his buddies asked what he planned to do with me, Jason wrapped his arm around his new love and chuckled. "Dude, I don't think I can bring myself to marry a woman who wants to get married that badly. She's so needy. However, if I do get a second wife, I might consider her. After all, she is hopelessly in love with me." He was sure I would wait for him, and he even placed a bet with his friends that I would crash his wedding. However, on his wedding day, I never showed up. Moments before his wedding ceremony was about to start, he suddenly noticed me, fully dressed up in a wedding gown in a separate banquet hall. Seeing me about to marry someone else, he almost went crazy.

The night Araya was born, the Moon refused her. Marked as wolfless, mocked and forgotten, she grew up as prey in her own pack. Even her fated mate broke the bond with a smirk and left her bleeding at the border — for rogues to finish. But they forgot one thing: Ash remembers. And so does the throne buried beneath it. The forest did not devour her. It bowed. The flame did not die. It waited. Until, in the silence between heartbeats, something older than gods whispered: “She is not blessed. She is not chosen. She is the reckoning the moon tried to silence.” Now Araya walks again — no longer mortal, no longer meek. She is Hollow-Blood reborn, daughter of the fire that swallowed fate, heir to a throne no god dares name. And fate has bound her to Dorian—Azrien—the exiled god chained to shadow and ruin. He expected to crave nothing but vengeance. Until her. Araya is the mate his immortal soul demands, the salvation he denies, and the spark that could either set him free… or burn the world to ash. But enemies stir in silence. Adira, the Luna who would claim the Alpha prince at any cost, forges a pact with a creature older than gods, a monster chained in rot and darkness. The price she pays will rip fate itself open. Betrayals. Forbidden desire. Gods who bleed. Wolves who kneel. And at the heart of it, one truth no prophecy can silence: The gods will end. She will not. And the last prophecy carved into stone whispers: “The Flame That Walks Returns. Let the gods burn first.”