Keep Your Face To The Sunshine

Twin brothers.Different personalities. Completely identical. Except for a tattoo. One an ex-convict. The other a judge. Watch out for a thrilling drama as secrets and twists play out in this blockbuster story.You can read my interviewand oni, https://tinyurl.com/y62f98am

I perceived something exceedingly familiar. That was the scent of the alpha. He is somewhere close by. I can't let him see me in this situation with Stark. Of all the times that the alpha could be present, it just had to be when I'm in bed with Stark. I was just about to get the truth out of Stark about his identity but my obsessed alpha won't understand what is going on here. Want to know what happens in this book? You'll have to open up the book. I guarantee you will love it.

My flight was suddenly canceled, so I dragged my suitcase back home. As soon as I stepped inside, I saw torn black stockings scattered on the floor. This was the eighth time Simon Jones had brought a different woman home. The sound of running water and a young woman’s laughter echoed from the bathroom. I didn’t cry or make a scene. Instead, I sat quietly on the couch, waiting for them to finish. Everyone assumed I would continue being Simon’s devoted fool like before. But no one knew that the man I truly loved had returned. After tonight, Simon, the stand-in, would be discarded.

All of her life, Maville Costas was born with a golden spoon in her mouth. She was the only heiress of the Costas Corporation, the family's Princess, and labeled as the richest elite in the country. She lived her life following all the dreams her mother built for her. Mistakes aren't allowed in her life as she needs to maintain her perfect image in the crowd. She was caged in the darkness, not being able to find the light that could save her. Living her life was tormenting for her not until she met Zyril, the man that is the epitome of a dream. The moment she looked into his eyes was when she knew she was home; she finds peace and solace in him. She knew then that he's the light that could free her from the darkness. But not the way, Zyril sees it, because the moment his eyes landed on her was the moment he knew she's so hard to reach. However, you can't control the wild beating of your heart. When they both fall in love with each finding each other comfort, they didn't know the storm that was coming in their ways. That eyes that once scream home for her were all in the past now as his eyes tell once serenity in her life.

My son is gravely ill. His inner wolf is too weak to awaken, and the healer warns that without the Alpha’s blood to strengthen his spirit, he may not last the next full moon. He clutches my hand, his feverish golden eyes dimming. “Mother, can Father take me to the Barnum & Bailey Circus？” But no matter how many times I summon my mate through the pack bond, he does not answer. His presence in the mind-link is an empty void. I can only hold my son as his small body trembles. I whisper stories of wolf warriors and great Alphas, but his breathing grows weaker. When the dawn breaks, his tiny fingers slip from mine. His wolf never wakes. A few days later, the scent of wild roses floods our pack’s sacred grounds. I turn—and there he is. My mate. My Alpha. He strides into the hall with my sister cradled in his arms. Her neck bears his fresh scent mark. His mark. I watch as he presses a lingering kiss to her lips, his hands caressing her like a treasure. Their love is bold, shameless—an unspoken declaration to the entire pack. And only then do I learn the truth. While my son lay fighting for his life, waiting for his father’s touch, longing for his Alpha’s strength… my mate was deep in Rose Valley, tangled in passion with my own blood. I thought my heart had long since gone cold from his neglect, but at that moment, it shatters. I make my decision. I will leave this pack. Yet just as I turn to walk away, the mate who had only ever treated me with indifference suddenly drops to his knees. A broken sob rips from his throat. For the first time, my proud, untouchable Alpha weeps.

“S-save me, I beg of you. I’ll sell my soul to you, just give me another chance to live. I’ll even kiss the devil for you,” I desperately wept in front of this dangerous looking stranger. “Woman, it’s not only your soul I will covet. It’s your mind, your body and your whole existence. Are you up for that game?” he pronounced his ownership with his domineering might. ___ Framed by her evil twin sister, Selena Morgan was beaten to death on their fifth wedding anniversary by the Morgans–her husband’s family. Convinced she was dead, her bloodied body was thrown away at a landfill. With zero chance of survival, she waited for her very last breath until a mysterious and dangerous figure appeared before her. He became her last ray of hope and offered her retribution in exchange for a dreadful price–her face, identity, and old life. Desperate and consumed by her inextinguishable wrath, she willingly closed the deal with him on one condition, the fall of the Morgans’ regime. Bearing her new identity as the wife of a very influential billionaire, Alexander Forger, she showed up at a charity event orchestrated by the Morgans where she witnessed her ex-husband and twin sister’s betrayal. With fuming anger scorching inside her, Lilith--the new face of revenge, has officially been reborn.

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.] I couldn't help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry's DMs came in hot: [She's just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby's born, I'll come back to you.]

Valeriana just wishes to know the man who murdered her parents, but why did destiny offer her something strange? She just wished to be adored, but why does she imply to choose the erroneous one? Continually since she faced that guy, it also been the starting point of a sequence of tragedy. Lies set up on the enclave, illusions enabled and catastrophe followed. It bereaves the epiphany of a lie down of passion. Affection that is vague than a canal. Then it shattered the prospect of prosperity. The incorrect choice will serve to another catastrophe. The same situation took place repeatedly. After that unforgettable incident, the rival hit the UNDERGROUND MARKET. That somebody was entrusted but likewise a turncoat, and once the inflexibility of confidence in a peculiar viewpoint on the term TEMPORARY would be sustained. Despite of those miseries, separates and prevails, their affection will survive for a lifetime. They will show that being TEMPORARY can strengthen their passion.

IF HE IS NOT WILLING TO BE HER REAL HUSBAND, WHAT'S THE HARMFUL IN SUDUCING HIM? Charlotte Foster is in love with Morgan, her father's kind business partner who has quickly become her best friend since she met him. Now, at 20, and after several unsuccessful attempts to make Morgan see her as a woman, Charlie is prevented from receiving the inheritance that is rightfully hers, thanks to the schemes of her late father and her terrible stepmother. That's when Morgan surprises her with a proposal: become her husband for a year, so that she can receive what belongs to her. However, for Charlie, money is the least important thing in that situation. Morgan Sullivan struggled for a long time with his repressed feelings for Charlie, the authentic and impulsive daughter of his greedy partner. However, after years of managing to hide his love for her, he sees no other way out than marrying her to protect her from her Machiavellian stepmother. After all, it will only be for a year and everything will be a farce, since he will never touch her. As much as you want. And as much as he is no longer able to hide what he feels for her so well. Realizing that her husband may not be as indifferent to her as he thought, Charlie decides she needs to use that year to seduce her husband and turn their fake marriage into something very real.

Every week, mt mate Alpha Bruce dragged a new side-chick into our bed. Right in front of me. They clawed at each other like I didn't exist. Each time felt like silver shredding through my chest, my wolf howling from the inside out. He did it to hurt me. On purpose. Over and over. Using their bodies to spit on what we used to be. Then came our ten-year anniversary banquet. He waltzed in with his side-piece—Moye. Five years he'd been screwing her. She wore my heels. My custom gown. Even the mate ring and necklace I once thought meant forever. Bruce stood there, smirking in front of the whole pack. "Don't like what she's wearing? Strip yours and hand it over. And don't bother coming to my bed tonight—she's a hundred times better." The room howled with laughter. I was the punchline. But I stood up, met his eyes, and said, "I want to break the bond." He snorted. "You've said that, what, a hundred times? I'm over it. You begged me to mark you, remember? Gave up your pride for that Luna crown." More laughter. But what none of them saw coming? This time, I was done. Done with him. Done with the Luna title. Done chasing something dead. I was ready to sever the mate bond—for real.