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When Anaya Johnson joined Reefwood Inc. as the CEO's personal secretary, little did she know that she would be facing the biggest man in all history, Lancelot Eustis. She hates him and his whorish ways with all her heart, but the six feet five, on legs, brute of a man attracts attention wherever he goes, no gender bars. And she soon starts to fight an internal battle to either join his conquests and enjoy a few nights of unbound passion and desire or keep her feelings hidden and endure the torture of watching him take yet another beautiful woman to his . Lancelot Eustis has it all. Wealth, power, the looks of a Greek God and beautiful woman falling at his feet by the dozen. But what he doesn't understand is why his stubborn and full of life secretary hasn't fallen for his charm yet. But what started out as a game for him to get under her skin and maybe into her pants, turns out to be far more powerful than he could have imagined. For he hides a secret that can cost her life.

One fake kiss made me his wife. Now, it might get me killed. I wanted out of my father’s mafia world. I had a plan, a bag of cash, and a new life waiting. But then I met Dante Moretti. To help him spite his ex-wife, I agreed to play his fiancée for just five minutes. It was the biggest mistake of my life. My father saw us. Before the night was over, he made it official: marry Dante in seven days, or people I love start dying. Dante is cold and dangerous, and hates my family name. He thinks I’m just a spoiled princess he can lock away. He doesn't know that I’ve been secretly sabotaging his business for months and that I’m his biggest enemy. Now I’m trapped in his house and sharing his bed. I’m supposed to hate him, but every time he touches me, the line between acting and reality blurs. This is my reality; I'm joined by the Blood Oath to a man who might be my only hope or my end.

My boyfriend belonged to the untouchables among the capital's elite, with a family fortune worth tens of billions. To "test" me, he spent seven years never buying me a single gift, never spending a cent on me. Even a stop at a convenience store for condoms had to be split down the middle. Then, my mother fell critically ill. I borrowed from every friend and relative I could, but I was still two thousand short to cover the surgery fees. No matter how much I pleaded, he refused to lend me the money. I arranged my mother's funeral on my own. When I went back to pack my belongings, I accidentally found a list of gifts he had bought for the young woman next door. A private luxury estate. Designer handbags. Jewelry worth hundreds of millions. There was also a voice chat with his friend. "Caleb, is it true Jessica actually humbled herself and begged you for two thousand?" Caleb Brooks let out a low, amused laugh, his tone lazy and indifferent. "Nevaeh wasn't wrong. Anyone who goes around begging over two thousand — what else is she if not a gold digger? "We've only been together seven years and she's already trying to get money out of me." So that was the truth. Seven years of so-called testing, it seemed, had been sparked by nothing more than a few manipulative words from a young woman next door. However, it no longer mattered. The moment my mother passed away, I had already decided to leave him.

El día de mi cumpleaños, en la fiesta, mi esposo David Herrera apareció de repente con mi hermana adoptiva y su hijo. Al prepararnos para salir, él, con total naturalidad, colocó a mi hermana adoptiva en el asiento del copiloto y luego me dijo: —Los niños se marean fácil, atrás hay demasiadas cosas, tú estás bien y puedes ir en autobús. Mis amigas no hicieron más que asentir: —Eres la hermana mayor, cuidar del hijo de tu hermana es lo que toca. Cuatro autos, y ningún lugar para mí, la protagonista. Me subí al autobús con el corazón resentido y vi en el chat del grupo de paseo a David y Ana Blanco interactuando de manera demasiado cercana. Incluso hablaban de cosas que yo desconocía por completo. Cuando abrí el nuevo video que me habían enviado, en la mesa que habían preparado para mí solo quedaban sobras. Hasta el pastel de cumpleaños que había cuidado con esmero, David se lo dio a Ana y su hija como postre. Alguien no pudo soportarlo y le preguntó si eso no estaba mal. David, limpiando cuidadosamente la boca de Ana, ni siquiera levantó la cabeza: —Somos familia, Brittany Moreno no se va a enojar. En ese instante, nuestro matrimonio de siete años llegó a su fin.

My crippled sister, Monica Porter, jumped from the roof of the classroom building. The day before she died, she had just been fitted with the custom prosthetic legs I had paid for with ten years of savings. She was glowing, excited to finally stand up on her own. But my wife's best friend, a guy she said was just like a brother to her, locked Monica inside an empty art room. He smashed her new legs, forced her to crawl on the floor and lick paint clean to retrieve the broken parts, and recorded everything on video. And my wife, a judge, ultimately ruled that the case could not stand. "The video cannot confirm the time it was recorded and may represent consensual performance art between both parties," she said. Sandra Pauley's final judgment was simple. "The deceased had a history of depression. The school and the defendant bear no responsibility." I smiled and cooked her a full table of food. The next day, I hung the bully, Eric Hoyles, from the school's flagpole and livestreamed it to the entire internet. "Honey, remember how you said Monica had such pretty legs?" I raised a claw hammer and brought it down on his ankle. "If you don't hand over the video evidence right now, I'll hook out his Achilles tendon one strand at a time and let him learn what it feels like to crawl!" The wind passed through. His screaming broke apart in the air, mixing with the strained creaking of the flagpole until it sounded almost like music. The live chat went insane. Meanwhile, I laughed until my eyes filled with tears.

Broken. That's one word that can be used to describe Adrienne Knight. For her, life has no meaning. Made to believe she was no more than a piece of worthless property, Adrienne developed a rather grim outlook on life, and rightly so. Happiness seemed to elude her at every turn. From a mate that turned bad, to being tortured within an inch of her life by the same person she thought would protect her. She trusts no one and sees everything as a threat. When Alpha Lucas finds his mate, she isn't what he'd expected. She was a shattered puzzle he had to put together, piece by tiny piece. Some pieces are lost and he has to make new ones, making his job that much harder. It tugs at his heart when she flinches when he touches her, or when she braces for a hit at every movement of his. He wants to kill every person responsible for the mess that was his mate. But slowly, he manages to pull her from her downward spiral and into the light. Their love is one borne from darkness and pain and not even the joined forces of heaven and hell can tear them apart.

After my pack fell, my father and I joined the Black Moon Pack. Alpha Victor admired my gift for runes and promised to make me his Luna. I was so full of hope, I didn’t even mind that he was using my gift to shield his entire pack. But he kept delaying our marking ceremony, leaving me to endure the pack’s scorn for my fallen bloodline. On the eve of my father’s death, he even temporarily marked Seraphina, the daughter of another Alpha. He claimed it was to secure an alliance. I cried myself dry in the endless wait, only to hold my father as he died in my arms. Victor, however, continued to use my gift, commissioning runes from me only to give them to Seraphina. The final straw was when Seraphina destroyed my rune sanctum and flaunted the very pendant I’d crafted for my own bonding ceremony. That’s when my heart finally shattered. I no longer cared about being his Luna. I simply walked away. But after I left, Victor’s desperate plea echoed from the Moon Goddess altar. “Come back and be my Luna. Please.”

Ruthless... Silent... Deadly... These are only three things Aljand Falcis is known for. Wala siyang pakialam kung kamuhian siya ng maraming tao. Wala siyang pakialam kung marami siyang maging kaaway dahil sa pag-uugali niya. Ayon sa kaniya, 'The more, the merrier. Keep them coming, shitheads!' After Project 102, Aljand joined Foedus Corporation. He took the oath, and breathed its principle—blood and loyalty. He'll make sure that the Project 102 incident won't happen again. Kung kailangang maging matigas ang puso niya, he'll gladly be the strictest mafioso he could ever be. Pero paano niya magagawa 'yon kung makita niya lang si Tattiene Casabar ay automatiko nang lumalambot ang puso niya? He doesn't know why his heart always makes a somersault whenever this ambitious and eccentric woman is around. And to make it worse, binabagabag naman ng babae ang utak niya sa tuwing hindi niya ito nakikita. What is he supposed to do? Falling in love with a woman is never on his priority list. Avenging is all that he cares about. Or is it?

"It was a regular day like any other when I got into the Hardwood Forest. However, staring at the terribly wounded human with a deadly poison almost engulfing his heart, I was utterly confused. I couldn't help wondering, " how did he get here?" "Oh yeah! How do I know his heart was almost engulfed with poison?  The answer is simple. I saw through his organs." Gosh! Do I regret saving him? I don't even know, but one thing I know is that I want to be with the seemingly dangerous man, even though I feel strongly that it's best to avoid him." ... More than five centuries ago, Annabel the elf princess, Celine the vampire princess, and Monella the werewolf royal joined their powers to stop the century-long rivalry among their kind. They aimed to unite all beings within the realm.  One among them was to wield that unimaginable power but they were all killed before the transference.  Hidden in an inconspicuous pendant on Monella's neck, she kept it away, wishing it finds its rightful owner. *** The Book cover is mine! Contact @Keith Shamel Mullon on Facebook for your beautiful cover.

The night before my mating ceremony with Alpha Garrett Northwood of the Silverpine Pack, he held a grand Luna ceremony for my silver-poisoned stepsister behind my back. He held Serena close under the starlit sky, his smile tender in a way I'd never seen: "You're the only one I truly love, Serena." "Even though Maya and I are already registered as mates with the Alpha Council, she'll never have my heart. You're the only one I recognize as my Luna." The pack members cheered and blessed them as they completed the ceremony with joy. I watched it all without crying or screaming. Instead, I quietly scheduled an abortion appointment. I've loved Garrett Northwood for twelve years, ever since I first shifted as an adult. But his heart still only had room for my stepsister Serena. If that's how it was, I'd let go. Later, I joined the secluded Herbal Research Center of the Alpha Council. I left Garrett nothing but a mate bond dissolution agreement. But for some reason, Garrett—who had always treated me with disdain—suddenly went crazy begging me not to leave.