I'm Going To Miss Her

Carla Jones' life came crashing down when she caught her boyfriend cheating, she loses her career, her home and her mental health was in jeopardy. She runs back to her hometown to escape from all the mess only to reconnect with the seemingly normal Steve Ephron who she had rejected in high school because he was ambitionless. How would Carla react when the very man she didn't like turns out to be the umbrella who shelters her from the wind and storms of her life? Her very own silver lining in the darkest days.

There is a secret about Freya’s birth, and everyone around her has worked hard to keep it from her. As a hybrid werewolf with powers never seen before, she is the best in her field with only one task; to kill. When her newest assignment turns out to be her mate, her life is thrown into chaos. She is determined to kill him and prove that she is worthy, but not even she is powerful enough to resist her mate’s calling. Freya may just have found a man worth submitting to, but three men? It must be the goddess’ cruel joke! Shadows of the past whisper their secrets and the biggest conspiracy surrounding her blood and the dangerous power it possesses may yet be unraveled. Freya will need an army at her side to face her demons, but first she must find a balance between her mates and stop them from killing each other before she can save the world from the dark forces that intend to break it. Join me on this exciting journey of exquisite love, dangerous lust, dark jealousy and possessiveness, and betrayals from the people you least expect it!

Sandy grew up surrounded by kids who adored the story of Cinderella—the gentle girl who lost her father, was cast aside by her cruel stepfamily, and endured endless chores without ever fighting back. But Sandy? She loathed it. She couldn’t stand how Cinderella stayed silent, how she let herself be tormented. Then one day, Sandy died in a fire. And woke up as Cinderella. Thrown into the very tale she despised, Sandy tries to play her part—scrubbing floors, swallowing her pride, surviving the cruelty of her stepmother and stepsisters. But everything changes when she’s kidnapped by bandits. Cornered in the forest, her fear turns into rage… and something inside her erupts. A powerful gust of wind explodes from her body, flattening everything around her. Real, terrifying magic. Her eyes flew wide, her mouth agape—pure disbelief etched across her face. Could it be? Did Cinderella possess supernatural powers? And not just her—almost everyone in the kingdom shimmered with something… otherworldly. Was this still the fairytale she thought she knew? Or had the story slipped into something far more enchanted than anyone imagined?

Asalea's eyes narrowed. She can guess that the event is a wedding ceremony. So, she will be attending a wedding occasion? "Whose wedding is this?” she asked the man who fetched her. “Yours, Madam.”He said and then got something inside his paper bag. “Please wear this,” the man said handing her a black veil with a tiara in it, beautifully adorned with black diamonds. “What did you say?!” Asalea gasped in surprise. “This is your wedding Madam.” The young man repeated his statement. “Who shall I be marrying?” with narrowed eyes, Asalea asked again. “You will know later on. Please be ready Madam. The wedding march will start.” Then the man step aside and motioned her to walk forward when the wedding march song started to fill the whole astrodome. Asalea does not know if she will follow or will make herself invisible and run. She chose the first. She knows that she will be dead if she will run. At least they will not kill her. Looking at her elegant black gown, her veil with tiara, and the venue of the wedding; she knows she will be marrying someone of a high profile from the Glodeous Kingdom. She can still start her life here and then plan for her revenge later on against the Ecleteon werewolves. With chin held up, Asalea made her graceful walk going to the altar. Getting nearer the altar, she saw the back of a man standing in front. Asalea surmises that he might be her groom. “Hmm, not bad,” she murmured. Slowly the man turned his back and faced her when she was already walking almost beside him. Asalea's eyes grew big when she recognized the man. “Hello, my pretty vampy.” He whispered, intensely looking at her with his ocean-like deep blue eyes.

She thought high school couldn't get worse-until a bet turned her first kiss into a viral nightmare. Bullied for her weight and mocked by the school's elite, Nova Foster had one goal; stay invisible. But when a leaked video of her kissing the school's bad boy explodes online causing her world to shatter. It was just for rehearsal or so she thought.Tricked, humiliated, and betrayed, Nova reaches her breaking point. But while they expected her to disappear, she returns stronger, transformed-and ready to burn their perfect little world to the ground. He broke her. Now he wants to fix her. But can she ever trust him again?

On the day I was declared pregnant, I ran into my husband in the ob-gyn. He was with his long-lost love for a prenatal checkup. "I'm not going home tonight. As you can see, I have business to attend to," Lawrence said quietly as he left with an arm wrapped around Melissa. I fell silent and booked an abortion surgery. Everyone around us thought I was a simp for Lawrence. They thought I wouldn't leave, no matter how badly he mistreated me. He had the same thought. No one knew that I only married him to repay a debt. That debt was now repaid. Ten years was up, and I could finally end this abominable marriage.

During the ten years since I was found and brought to my biological family, Sonia Baxter, the girl who took my place, and I have been as close as real sisters. Even Mom says that Sonia cares more about me than a real sister would. I once swore I'd give my life to protect our special family of four. When Sonia is rushed into emergency surgery with a ruptured cerebral aneurysm, I am in my office, calmly practicing a basic suturing technique on a surgical simulator. On the screen, the robotic arm threads the needle with such precision that it looks like a work of art. A few minutes later, my boyfriend, Oliver Lyons, slams open the office door and shouts at me, "Amelia Baxter! Sonia's in critical condition. Only your micro-dissection skills can save her! Every expert in the hospital is waiting for you! We've got less than an hour before the window closes!" He looks at me with hopeful eyes. I'm the only person in the country capable of performing a surgery this complex. My hands are even known as the "Hands of God". However, I simply reply with a hum and continue fiddling with the model. Suddenly, my parents rush in. Mom grabs my arm and cries out, "Amelia! That's your sister in there! How could you just stand by and watch her die?" I gently pull away from her and hold my right hand out in front of them. This hand, which had once created countless medical miracles, is now trembling slightly. "Unfortunately, since yesterday, I've been showing symptoms of essential tremor. Dad, Mom… this hand is ruined."

Contains strong language: My parents died, my sister died, my brothers left, and I was left to a man who thought we were pawns in his play. You know the type of people who say "it gets better" they're lying to you, because it just keeps getting worse. How the hell did I end up in a gang? Well, this is that story

Fresh from a business trip, my husband swept me into his arms and pulled me toward the bathroom for a passionate shared bath. As our lips met in a dizzying kiss, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye: the toilet lid was down. Seven years ago, after reading an online article claiming that men urinating while standing could splash bacteria onto the seat, he insisted we always keep the lid up for hygiene's sake. In all our years of marriage, it had never been lowered until now. A chill ran through me. The bathroom was pristine, not a stray hair in sight. But then I noticed the shower's water temperature was set five degrees higher than the 98.6°F he always preferred. Men preferred cooler water, and women warmer. In an instant, I realized that Nick Doyle had betrayed me.

He found her on the verge of death; breathed at her and gave her a second life; He is a Chieftain and a Dragon Master; magnificent, fearless, gorgeous, and robust but somehow, cold-hearted. She is a Lycan Princess with all her grace and beauty but with a hidden spirit of being a warrior too. Secretly, he fell in love with her but she has a fiancé waiting or searching for her; the Duke of Sussex. What will happen if circumstances would force the Lycan Princess to submit herself as a wife to the Chieftain Dragon?