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Angelique Cruz is just a normal 22-year-old Filipina living out her last vacation as a college senior to the fullest before going into the work force. But during her vacation trip with her friends, she makes a startling discovery: she is, in fact, the reincarnation of goddess Persephone. With this, she is forced to turn her back on her peaceful, average life and face a strange, antique world of myth and magic. Between longing for her previous life and adjusting to her newfound identity, she also finds herself at odds with Fran Treloar, the reincarnation of Hades and her supposed husband. Cold and demanding, he gave her no choice but to put up with a contract marriage with him. With the two of them bickering at first sight, will there be a possibility for cooperation, or even. . affection?

The world was glorious, shining like gold in the middle of the universe as people raised their toasts, celebrating the victory they had. However, the victory they achieved turned out to be a nightmare. The victors swung their blades as the blood of their own kin spread on the floor. The victors did everything, no matter how cruel it is, just to achieve victory. In the end, the world was like a paradise—a deceptive paradise everyone thought was glorious . . . but it isn't. It was fiendish. Maximaze was a child from the lowest level of civilization, a slave of the superiors. Maze just wanted a peaceful life with her mother, Sybil, while desiring to find her father who was separated from them since the day she was born. Until one day, an old friend of her parents entered her life and gave her an opportunity to study. However, there was a condition. Maze needed to be one of the candidates to become a Death Judge and travel the world. Her desire for peace made her continue the ruthless road of becoming the Death Judge. Her quiet yet terrific life with her mother before became more chaotic—worse than slavery. As she wandered the world, she found out the truth. Maze's dreams shattered into pieces—nightmares kept visiting her, day and night. Since that day, she received a horrific reminder.

From a campus romance to marriage, Dominic Fleming had always believed he led a perfect life. His wife, Isabella Sinclair, was dazzlingly beautiful. Their daughter, Lilith, was sweet and obedient. Dominic sometimes told himself he must have been a saint in a past life to deserve such happiness. Everything began to change the moment Isabella's so-called "sworn brother," Alexander Grant, entered their lives. Alex's name appeared more and more often, and it crept into every corner of their marriage. For Lilith's sake, Dominic endured the strain again and again until the day of the accident. As he lay on the operating table with his life hanging by a thread, Isabella was not at his side—she was with Alexander instead. That was the moment Dominic's heart finally turned cold. So why did Isabella regret it? She knelt with Alexander, who likewise barely clung to life, and wept as she begged Dominic for forgiveness. "Dom, I know I was wrong. Let's get married again. I will make him kneel and beg you for forgiveness," Isabella said. "Scram," Dominic replied. Isabella nodded eagerly. "Fine. I will throw him out right now!" "Get the fuck out too!" Dominic barked.

The school boxing match. My son Leo’s gloves were lined with broken glass. I carried him from the ring. Blood was everywhere, staining the canvas crimson. And Isabella, the monster behind it all, just stood there smirking. A snake's smile. She dragged her son over, then slapped me. Hard. Again and again. She tried to force me to my knees. "Some gutter trash like you… thinks he can challenge the Falcone heir? This is what happens. Believe me, I say the word, and you disappear. Poof." I just raised an eyebrow. The Falcone family has one heir this generation. My son, Leo. So when did a Falcone become gutter trash? I wiped the blood from my lip. I called the Don—the man my father made. "I hear the Falcone family has a new heir." Let's see who has the nerve to touch the old Don's grandson.

A series of short letters between a teenage girl and boy. I just really hope you all enjoy reading this book.

“Just kill me please”, Serena begged as cold chains tightened around her wrists. Born a Luna heir, she would rather die than serve a pack that brutally murdered her family. But when death denies her mercy, revenge becomes her only reason to live. Fate offers her a second chance as she is sent to serve the alpha family of her enemies, but Serena faces a tough choice: to continue on her quest for vengeance or surrender to a love she never expects.

I die on my wedding night. When Zachary Gordon receives a call from the police asking him to identify my body, he snorts disdainfully. "Who cares whether she's dead? I'll be there for the funeral." "We're not joking, Mr. Gordon. You should come down here." He glances at the woman in his arms as a hint of impatience flickers in his eyes. "Fine."

Hela Lyon: being an alpha in your pack meant one thing, sacrificing your happiness for the peace of your pack. not that i am an acting alpha yet, my biased father will never allow a woman to rule. I just didn't expect him to decide my life for me. a marriage, an arranged one at that. never in my twenty four years of living would i have imagined getting married to someone who isn’t my mate, talk more of him being the alpha king, the devil himself. The fact that I have no say in this arrangement irks me out and now I have to comply as it is the only way we can assure peace. Eros Rain Vasilios: power doesn't come till you work for it no matter who you are, that is why i worked for mine. Being the king doesn't mean my life was rosy, it was quite the opposite. After the death of my parents, we were left with power hungry relatives. so my brother and i had to fight through it to succeed. These days all I envision myself to be is a selfless ruler who puts his people's needs before his own, the king with his people, for his people and of his people. So I know what I wanted as I took up the marriage partnership as a deal, i was killing two stones with one stone, to some i may be declaring false vows with a female alpha, to me, i was scheming and at the same time declaring my love to my mate(the perfect pawn for my plans). Emotions and words are the center of this story. Read to find the rollercoaster they both find themselves in and also watch out for the blooming love between both siblings.

“I want to crush your body and soul. That golden look I want to steal it away”“You are sick” I screamed trying to push him away.Fingers wrapped around my throat, gently holding me against the wall, but making sure I could not move“I want to take this happy spirit of yours and it into mine; I want to be happy also. I don’t know how else to do it other than to touch you Marie”I looked on as he lowered his , teeth digging into mine, he bit my bottom lip, I cried out in pain, he used the opportunity to fully delve into my mouth. When Queen bee Marie Richwood, is forced from the comfort of her home to South Africa, she decides to continue being queen bee of her school in Africa, which means getting anything she wants, but things did not go as planned.Cyrus Kaye, the son of a famous lawyer and Fashion Designer is lonely and unloved, lacking love and attention except the one he gets from the cook, Cyrus is launched into Marie's jovial lifestyle, moving from Hate to Love until the two finds their love

BLURB: My life has never been my own to live or control. At age eighteen, I am sold to the Lycan King by my father – a man everyone fears for his cruelty and respects for his power. Cast into a world ruled by his steel-hard will, I am doomed to be nothing more than a servant in his palace. Tristan Price is everything I detest: cold and unfeeling, arrogant and merciless – and completely out of my reach. But each time he's close, my unfaithful heart beats faster, and I don't know if I want to flee from him or into his arms. Is this my fate? To be the servant of a man who treats me as nothing more than property? Or is there something more than that behind those icy eyes, maybe I'm just delusional. Maybe escaping is the better option, especially after I find out that I'm pregnant with the child of the most hated man in town.