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He was supposed to heal quietly… not fall for his savior. After barely surviving a bullet to the chest and the betrayal of the only person he thought loved him, Jeremiah wanted nothing more than to disappear and mend in silence and forget. But then Everett Blackthorne shows up. Sharp-eyed, too intense… and too interested. Unsettling Jeremiah in all the wrong ways and making him feel things he doesn’t understand and is too afraid to admit. When dark secrets start surfacing, their connection becomes dangerous, not just for their hearts, but for their lives. Jeremiah has already survived hell once. But this time, it’s not just his past chasing him. It’s something older. Something darker. And it won’t stop until it drags him back.

I ordered an incubus online, but when the package arrived, there were two of them. One was gentle and obedient, the other was hot-tempered and unpredictable. I immediately messaged customer service to ask if they'd sent the wrong one—I had only ordered the gentle kind. The reply came cheerfully. "Congratulations, you've unlocked the hidden variant! This model is a bit special—buy one, get one free!" Wait… what? I remembered hearing people say that raising an incubus is like raising a puppy, only better—they keep you warm at night and don't shed. Well, if that's true, whether I had one or two made no difference. So I ended up paying the price of one and getting two—what a steal! Or so I thought… until I went to feed them. That's when I realized I was the cookie in the middle of a sandwich. Apparently, "keeping me warm at night" was a strenuous activity.

He is obsessed, not with her smile but with her tears. She is trying to escape, not just from his tortures but from her inferno. The dark world where no one is innocent, and nothing is pure. Everyone is a villain and everyone is a hero. Here, innocence kills you, and evilness traps you; there is no way to escape. The one who survives the wickedness is the survivor, there are no rules, and the game never ends, but will rules change if vengeance turns into infatuation, where death is not allowed to be part of, yet pain is a must! Welcome to the wicked world of revenge and obsession!

Set in a time ruled by magic, curses and love. Fighting for Us is a story about Vanessa and Xavier. Vanessa is the only child of her father and heir to one of the most powerful kingdom’s. He locks her up to keep her safe and protect her. Ruling her kingdom is all she looks forward to. Xavier is the supposed heir to the throne, but he doesn’t want to be king. In the event of the death of King Neil. Xavier I sent by his father to rescue her from her captor who plans to wed her to become king, meeting Xavier Vanessa realizes she might not be ready to be Queen and she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into. Realizing she has little time to get married and fight her Step Mother’s strong hold on the throne, they both race against the clock. Before its too late Vanessa has to find a way to protect all she cares about most without getting anyone she loves killed. Hopefully.

Setelah kehilangan kedua orang tuanya secara tragis, Joylin dan Jayden tumbuh dalam bayang-bayang misteri dan luka. Perlahan, potongan demi potongan kebenaran mulai terungkap, membuat keduanya sadar—kematian itu bukan kecelakaan. Dalam perjalanan penuh bahaya, keduanya menemukan seseorang yang berhasil menggetarkan hati mereka ... Tapi apakah cinta bisa bertahan di tengah dendam dan darah? Akankah mereka berhasil membalas kematian kedua orang tuanya? Atau justru kehilangan segalanya untuk kedua kalinya?

The beautiful love journey that transpired between two teenagers, Ivan and Lucy. It all started in a dream then turned real. A story of two different people from different states who found themselves dreaming of the other when they haven't met in real life. It was like a dream come true to them when they met face to face in real life but both acted as if they haven't seen each other's face in their dream. They went ahead to solve this mystery of their life which was unbelievable to them.

Planning revenge on your best friend's ex for treating her like a tissue is good and all. But the popular good boy accidentally being the victim of it is not.

Montiel, a surname that every girl dream of to be attached next to their names, but for her, it's a surname that she wishes to detached from. Will it be? Growing up as an orphan but living like a princess,Yancinda couldn't be more thankful until one of the icy-cold gentleman of Montiels showed up turning her world upside down.

In my tenth year of marriage, my old childhood friend, Joshua Sears, posts a photo on social media. Both Joshua and my wife, Sabrina Lawson, are hugging his son, Andy Sears, and my daughter, Tiana Jenkins, in it. The four of them look very close to each other. The caption accompanying the post says, "Blessed to have the perfect son and daughter." I leave a comment below the post, saying, "Looking good together." A few seconds later, the post is deleted. The next morning, Sabrina rushes home and yells at me. "Ashton Jenkins! Joshua was finally feeling better for once. Why did you have to trigger him again?" Tiana shoves me hard and snaps in an accusatory tone, "It's all your fault that Andy's crying now!" I take out a copy of the divorce agreement and slam it down before them. "Yes, it's all my fault. That's why I'm stepping out of the picture now. Then, the four of you can form the wholesome family you've always wanted."

My African American Mom married a rich Japanese man. As I moved the skeleton of my new bed next to the window, I felt a gaze focused on me. Outside my window, was the house next door. The house shape was similar to ours, so it also had a window facing mine at the same level. Standing there on the other side was a skinny Japanese boy. As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stiffened, then shyly smiled and waved. His hair was all over the place, seeing him in his tanktop I thought to myself that he must've just rolled out of bed. But wasn't it the afternoon already? The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open. "Eto....hi." He tried in English. If someone were to tell me later I'd come to care about him deeply, I'd find that hard to believe. For as long as I could remember I've always felt empty. And that emptiness, I hid on instinct.