Jean Titan Form

I loved him for all the dangers he passed Aurora Martin, A charming sweet innocent girl with a beauty so bright it could blind one’s eyes, Taken away from prying dangerous eyes and never to be seen in the actual world! Aurora dreams of her Prince Charming in a white robe and white flying horse to take her away from the cactus. But what happens when her prince charming comes in form of a dying man...? This is a tangled inspired romance but with it’s own twists and turns..

"Damian you... How could you...?" I stuttered, unable to form a complete word. I was shocked, refusing to believe what was just happening. I wish it was a dream, but the sharp pain from my abdomen reminded me I wasn't dreaming." Sheila thought it was over for her until she was given a chance for a second chance. This time she wouldn't let anyone take advantage of her; she must have her revenge, but first, she had to survive.

I was the firm’s star. The one they called for the impossible cases. My latest miracle? The “Titan Project” patent case. I made the firm a billion dollars. My cut was supposed to be a two-million-dollar bonus. But today, a fresh-faced intern waltzed off with it. I thought payroll had made a mistake and stormed straight into the senior partner's office. “Preston. My two-million-dollar bonus. Tell me there’s been a mistake.” Preston didn’t even bother to look up. “Victoria, I’ve looked into it. We won this case because of Chloe’s client management.” “She was schmoozing clients. Late-night golf games. Weekend yacht parties. While you were what, exactly?” “You never showed your face outside the courtroom. Teamwork is everything.” I almost laughed. It was absurd. “She’s a rookie who can’t even recite the rules of discovery.” “Enough!” Preston cut me off. “The firm doesn’t make mistakes. I see what everyone contributes.” “If you're not happy, you can prove your worth somewhere else.” He tossed a severance agreement on the desk. My heart went cold. I signed it on the spot. Before I left, I got the last word. “Preston, next time the firm has a real fight on its hands, you’d better call your social butterfly, Chloe. Don’t bother me.” He blew a perfect smoke ring, smirking right through it. Unfazed. Soon later, my phone blew up. It was him. Begging me to come back and save his ass.

After my death, my parents sign an organ donor consent form on my behalf. They have my corneas removed and transplanted onto their beloved adoptive daughter, Grace Lane. She later marries my brother, and they become a true family. Grace and I competed over everything in life, yet I ended up dying with nothing. Now that I've been given a chance to start over, I decide to live life without them. Surprisingly, I find myself getting a happy ending.

Vulnerability. That was one thing Alpha Grey Geraldson couldn't afford. Being the devil himself, who made people shiver at the mention of his name has always made him play the cards to his advantage, but then, a catastrophic run-in with the fragile Bloom Bardwell, dented his plans, when she turned out to be the one thing he never wanted, his mate. And thus, madness descended from the pit of hell, coming in the form of the cognac-eyed beauty who tore down his walls without having to try too hard.

'Until when will you keep avoiding bumping into me, mate?'Best-friend with the rich girl at school form kindergarten, Calliope finds herself drawn to the forbidden fruit of their friendship, an exotic secret threatening to change the course of the middle class girl's life!A darker twist looms as he publicly rejects and humiliate her, shattered , she disappears into thin air only to reappear four years later, hotter, richer and smarter, and only one goal in mind. 'How about you taste what pains feel like, mate?'

The notorious hacker of the Underworld Misha, who kills more gracefully than the reaper himself, enters into a contractual marriage with Chicago's most dangerous man, Lord of the Crime world Killian Alvarez. Misha can break any cyber lock, and no door in the underworld is beyond Killian's reach. They form a lethal team, but in order to destroy their enemies, they reach an unlikely agreement. The penalty for betrayal in this marriage contract is death, and trust in this world has a cost. Desire was not planned, but it happened anyway. Could two of the most ruthless criminals in the underworld survive falling in love?

Twenty-five years ago, a part of her died... Her father, Grendel Wythorn, is the second-in-command to the twenty-two fanged kingdoms–an indomitable clan of vampires. Grendel Wythorn thirsts for power, and to quench his raging desire—he engaged his daughter to the newly sworn in Shadow emperor—Mark Valtimore. She thought all would be well. At first, it was, until the past loomed in, taking the form of a werewolf alpha. And now, she must fight the face beneath the mask. She is... Erin Grendel, the heiress to the Nebramos kingdom and protector of her family's Faberge!

Lilianna Vera is the one and only daughter of her parents. Because of that, she is always pampered and put on pedestal. As a child, Lilianna see that treatment as a form of love but it's not the case anymore since the day she turned legal. She thought that it wasn't right that she's always restricted from doing anything, especially her passion for dancing and drawing. Then she met a guy named Kairos, the guy who would let her experience all of the 'firsts' life could offer... including falling in love romantically for the first time.

It was almost New Year. I had just withdrawn money from the bank when I noticed that the amount on my passbook didn't match the cash in my hand. I counted carefully—my passbook showed a different figure than the five thousand dollars I was holding. Frustrated, I turned and went back to the counter to find the teller who had handled my transaction. Clutching the receipt, I tried to be polite. "Excuse me, I think there might be a mistake with this transaction." Instantly, she snapped, pointing her finger at my nose. "Don't you know that once you leave the counter, we are not responsible for any discrepancies?" I waved my hands, trying to explain. "No, wait, look again. I clearly withdrew five thousand dollars, but on my passbook, it shows…" She cut me off impatiently. "When you filled out the form, it was all right there. Once you leave the counter, it's not our problem. You signed the form yourself, confirming everything. Are we supposed to correct it every time someone claims a mistake after leaving the bank?" I froze. No wonder she kept repeating that the bank isn't responsible after leaving the counter. She thought I had come back to ask for more money. What I was really trying to explain was simple: I withdrew five thousand, yet my passbook showed that I deposited five thousand.