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“If I win…you have to sit on my d*ck and ride me all night.” Pakin, Thanawin Tangsakyuen has hated Sean, Sahapap Cheewagaroon ever since he first entered the world of auto racing. Known as the King of the Track, Sean is easily one of the most famous racers in the industry, belonging to the team Track Dragons, but he’s also known as a heartless player who can pounce and bounce without a second thought. When Pakin’s best friend comes to him with the news that she had been the Track King’s latest casualty, Pakin has no chose but to challenge Sean to a race, even though he is just a novice. But as Sean places an unusual bet for the loser, Pakin is conflicted about this own feelings and his unusual attraction towards this man that he is supposed to hate. But as their one-night stand turns into something neither one of them can let go of, who will be the first to admit defeat in this race against their hearts and dignity? And what happens when Sean finally learns the truth behind the reason why Pakin approached him in the first place…and the truth behind his real identity?

Snow fell deeply in love with Angel, and later found out that he might be the monster who murdered her parents in cold blood. However, a vow she made to him stopped her from killing him the first time. However, after a years had passed, they met again, and she's determined to kill him once and for all.

"Sierraaaaa… oh sieerrrraaa… where are you??? Enough of your hide and seek already. You should come out so we will play my favorite game." I heard that masculine voice again and I froze into my place. I looked at the girl who had saved me. She was shivering with fear. "No, he is here. We need to hide. If he sought us, he would play his games again. We need to hide." She whispered and jumped inside the tree. The log of the tree was very big. And with the big hole, Sierra was able to hide inside its log. I also jumped into the tree and hid myself from that devil. His voice was more scary than the demons. I have not seen his face ever. But I could imagine his demonic face with the scary voice he had. "Don't worry, Sierra. The angels are coming. They will rescue you."

Our grandfather had always been a strange man, but what he did before his death shook my brother’s and my world to its core. Stas had already come to terms with the fact that the entire inheritance would go to me as the older one. But the will changed everything—our lives, our bond, our closeness as brothers. The family business and property would go to the one of us who married the granddaughter of our grandfather’s best friend—the small, awkward, unattractive girl who had been pushed on us our entire lives. The old men had long dreamed of becoming family, and when they failed to earn our sympathy, they chose a far more twisted solution. Back then, we couldn’t even imagine that the ugly duckling would one day turn into a swan… or that our rivalry for the business would fade into the background.

In a world where death and destruction rule , In a world full of lies and broken promises A child was born . She had a smile as bright as the sun And a heart as pure as the light . But hard times came upon her And they have transformed her , Into the monster everyone believes her to be . Since she's pure no more Everyone just calls her The Queen of the Half-breeds .

He died killing the Demon King. He woke up sixty years too early. Now the monster is a young man. And he is running out of reasons to stay away. --- Lysan Dusk was the hero who saved humanity. He killed the Demon King, ended the war, and delivered the world from suffering, and his reward was betrayal. He wakes up in a young student's body in a dormitory room of a magical academy, and the calender shows that the date sixty years before he was born. The world outside hasn't broken yet. The war hasn't happened. Lysan's plan is to keep it that way by staying completely out of it. Fail his combat exams, spend whatever borrowed time he has left, living a quiet life, where nothing requires him to be a hero. The man who will become the Demon King, the most feared monster in history is still young and beautiful, with pale grey eyes that find Lysan across every crowded room like he is the only person worth seeing. Lysan knows what those eyes will become. He has looked into them across battlefields, spent a lifetime seeing them in nightmares. He never expected it to feel like this up close. Roman is everything Lysan was warned about — magnetic, dangerous, impossible to ignore. Everyone except Lysan, refuses to be charmed, refuses to feel anything at all. But now, he is failing spectacularly at them because Roman keeps finding him. Keeps watching him and making Lysan's carefully rebuilt walls feel like paper. Lysan knows the ending. But for the first time in two lifetimes, he is wondering if the ending can change. If the monster can be loved instead of killed. If staying is braver than running.

Isla is the unwanted daughter of her father and his second wife. Her days are spent in servitude while being ignored. The hope that she holds close is that she will be sold to another family to become their servant. Bjorn has assumed the role of jarl after his father's death. With his best friend by his side, he and Magnus take a tour of his lands and search for a bride. At the end of the tour, he is offered a quiet and shy woman, and he agrees to take her as his wife without meeting her. While in Londinium, Bjorn and Magnus sense their shared mate but are unable to find her before the rushed wedding. The two dragons continue to return to Londinium as they search for the unknown woman. Returning from their excursions, they discover that the quiet and shy woman is anything but quiet or shy. Isla is holding her own secrets while turning their world upside down. Finding their home in chaos, Bjorn calls on the one person who could bring the unruly Isla to heel. They soon find that not even Bjorn's headstrong and domineering stepmother can control his new wife. But she does reveal the secret that the young bride has been hiding...

Fasten your seat belts for a wild ride… Shay is in trouble again… but this time it's not with the law. After attempting to make amends with her former best friend, Shay is kidnapped off the streets of Manhattan. Her captor is the last person she expected. Will Jennings had been a childhood friend from Deepwater, TN. Now, he is a highly skilled assassin with ties to the mob, and currently, the one holding her hostage. Jennings traded his innocence long ago to pay his mothers medical bills. They say the mob is like family but for Jennings they literally are his family. When he gets the hit on Shay Montgomery he can't imagine it's the same sweet girl he grew up with. Now he will do anything in his power to protect her from the evil that is just a step behind them. But the more they are together the old feelings begin to smolder and the spark becomes a flame.

Have you ever been in a situation where you made a decision not for yourself but for your loved ones? Like you were obliged to do something not because you were forced but because of goodwill. And when you start to embrace what was happening, suddenly you have to leave because, in the first place, it was not supposed to be you in that position. Will you just leave or will you fight for your rights? But the question is, do you have the right to fight? Ashley Victoria didn’t imagine that she would face a very hard situation when she helped her twin sister, Angela. “Ash, two weeks from now I will get married. And– and I want you to marry him on my behalf.” Her twin sister revealed. However, Angela returned after three months. She has no choice but to leave. And she left without telling them that she was pregnant.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.