John W Creswell Educational Research

ระหว่างโลกแห่งความจริงกับดินแดนแห่งความหวัง ระหว่างใจที่เริ่มผูกพัน กับเวลาอันจำกัด เมื่อเธอจำต้องเลือกลับไป เขากลับเลือกเสียสละความเป็นนิรันดร์ รักแท้จะยังงดงามอยู่หรือไม่ "ทาโร่ต์ ทำนายรัก" คำทำนาย และความหมายของคำว่า พรหมลิขิต ที่อาจไม่ได้เขียนไว้บนฟ้า แต่เขียนไว้ในหัวใจทั้งสองดวง

Two years ago, she was convicted of deliberately injuring the woman he loved. To him, her crime was unforgivable. He had her found guilty and was thrown into prison, destroying not only her leg but also every shred of her pride. Now, two years later, she believes she has finally clawed her way out of hell. She swears never to cross paths with him again, never to let their life interact again. But some devils never let go. And the man who once ruined her… is the very one who refuses to release her.

leila's life is transformed when she changes into a werewolf one day at the age of sixteen. this opens her to a wide world where she has a special ability. She is the savior of the werewolves already predicted to come years ago. werewolves, witches, and even vampires exist. She meets Ryan, her fated mate and together they undertake the hardships that surround the becoming of a warrior. Bloodshed and mystery suround leila , but there is one good thing, Ryan loves and dotes on her too much.

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

Brianna grew up among the socialites and the Occult of New Orleans. When her adoptive father dies when she is only 10 she discovers just how sinister her mother can be. Now 21 she is in a race against time to get out before the Vipers find out exactly what they are losing. So that one day she can return and seek the retribution owed for the death of her father and to keep his coven's legacy from falling into darkness. Following her fathers divine word as a seer she takes to the Bayou to discover "The Beast that is her heart," What she finds is a whole lot of testosterone and a struggling family trying to keep a foothold as their pack dies out. They too have a vendetta of their own, for an old wound that Brianna's presence dredges up in their hearts. Can Brianna avenge herself and her father? Can they each protect their hearts? Because there's more than one beast in the swamp that she is falling for. Will she choose wisely or will she even choose at all? Being tangled in a web of friendships, family and broken souls, will they find their way together? or will the Vipers devour her soul?

A white wolf was a special breed. A witch was respected but also not very common. So imagine the surprise when one girl holds both in one body. Rumors and myths were made about her but no one knew for certain if she existed. Stories claimed that her mother, Rose Taylor, who was a witch was mated to an Alpha werewolf where they had four children. Three of which didn't bear the gift of witchcraft, but their daughter did. The family denied all allegations and nobody was the wiser. But what if I told you she did exist? That her name was Emerald Taylor, she was nineteen years old, and she was deprived of seeing her wolf and being in fresh air for nine years. Her parents died trying to keep her safe one night and her brothers never forgiving her for it, so their revenge? Locked her away like Princess Fiona to never be seen or heard from again. Only to be viewed when she received her daily beating from none other than her own brothers and being fed by the maid that has been serving her for years. The maid is the only person who truly understood her and cared for her. When enough was enough and she finally escaped to only become a rogue who could be sensed entering any territory. What's a witch/white wolf to do? To be concealed of course.

Blurb: Tasyra is a twenty year old werewolf who does not know her identity, only that she was born and bred in captivity. Following the death of her mother, she becomes a servant at the young age of ten. She undergoes a lot of hardships and is constantly humiliated by the Luna who hates her for reason she did not know. Finding out she is mated to the Alpha of the pack she works in, Tasyra finds herself soaked in more humiliation and suffering as she gets rejected by her mate after sharing a night in his bed and his mother and Luna-to-be makes life extremely hellish for her. Will she be able to overcome these challenges and fight her way out of it? Will she endure to the end and protect her unborn babies? Or will there be a new path for her, a string of hope to hold and pull through and discover who she truly is meant to be? Will be her mate bond with the Alpha bring them both joy or will they remain separated by the evil machinations of those against their happiness?

After becoming truly omnipotent he lost what was supposed to be his everything. His chosen. His beloved. Call it what you will, he lost a part of his soul. The only person who would tame the cruel beast that he was. Centuries have passed and the gods have shown him favour. He finds her. Or rather, she finds him but what will it take to keep her? *** It all changed when I met him. But it hadn't really changed. The world was still the same : the same trees: the same people. But now I saw the wolves that hid behind the trees, waiting to attack and the fangs the people hid behind their smiles. I saw them all. The witches that enchanted you in the night. The vampires that sucked you dry. The wolves that cut and tore at those who wandered in the woods. All the merciless creatures. And he was one of the them. He led them. He led his world and I even though I did not know it yet, I would too. If I survived it.

Brianna has held it together on the outside. Claiming her seat on the council of witches in New Orleans and rocking the political world of the witches of North America. She is a force no witch wants to be against and weeding out the allies from the foes is no easy task. On the inside however, she is falling apart at the seems for the choices she's made and the war within her forces her to face the pain she's caused to those she loves most in this world. Wyatt and Beau haven't taken her absence well, as they attempt to move on in life, both struggle to maintain their brotherhood as they each drown in their heartache and own vices. That is until a lone figure on a dock changes everything. The Rouge Bayou Pack is about to change forever. They won't be keeping their heads down anymore. How will they juggle the turmoil the witches bring them and the pack they have such a long history of conflict with. Are their friends really their friends and what new enemies lie ahead. As hearts heal ,love is tested. Storms come and the aftermath bubbles over into both worlds. They are surrounded but together their hearts are stronger to weather it all together. More monsters are born of the Bayou's ancient power. An old enemy harbors a truth, one unfathomable. The news they have brought elicits Wyatt's rage. As the High Priestess rises so does the Rougarou Enemies beware.

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”