Lemonade Mouth Ost

My boyfriend is a lauded attorney. His true love rams into me with her car; my daughter stands bravely before me as the car explodes. She's blown to smithereens. I'm on the brink of death as I'm carried onto a stretcher, but my boyfriend holds his true love's face tenderly. His gaze is filled with heartache as he tells her that he'll get her off scot-free. He ruins the scene of the accident and buys off the witnesses. He even comes to the hospital to threaten me after I've been disfigured from the explosion. In the end, I die after the treatment doesn't help. It's only when the court announces the sentence that he realizes the deceased's personal details match mine perfectly.

I watched helplessly as my husband chose his pregnant mistress over me, then without thinking twice, he threw me in a dungeon for a crime I know nothing about. It occurred to me that I was just a perfect pawn. At the time he married me, he needed a Luna to ascend the throne, and I was just convenient. But right now that I’ve finally moved out and long gone… his crown was slipping. To regain his power, he comes crawling back, begging for forgiveness, because his new heir from his mistress is dead, and as it stands, I’m the only one who can bring back power to his hands. But unfortunately for him, I’m not the same woman he discarded years back. I don't belong to him anymore, I'm the Queen of the Lycans now!

He took a closer look at her face and it slowly formed in his mind; he knows her. Could this be the same girl he had sex with a few hours ago? His heart began pounding as every hair on his body instantly turned grey. But that’s not possible; spirits can’t have sex with those alive. Then how did it happen? Ghost town. Haunted love. Forbidden intimacy. Heaven was loosed. David was horny. Find out how their must sensual and electrifying experience culminated to a shattering end. Warning!!! - Contents strong sex scenes, strong language and is certain to scare and turn you on!

Cassandra Keller lived in a small pack and ran a small clinic with her friend. When the hunting festival came, she had nothing to expect. Because she didn't have a wolf soul. She lost her wolf five years ago in the calamity. That morning, she was called by the Alpha for an emergency. She went there in no time only to find the patient to be the son of their Alpha King. Not only was he the Alpha King, but also her mate. And her nightmare.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire! You would think with the root word "fair" in fairies would deem the creatures sweet and gentle. Right? Fuck no! I died in Ancient Pompeii's catastrophic demise along with my lover Brixtius, and I was once again tossed through time. This time I land in Medieval Europe, and like my previous two adventures, I run into my dead lovers' look-alike descendant. Except now, he's a Duke and a formidable warrior. And me? The fairies dressed me as a boy, and I somehow have to survive this chivalric world! Why me?! *This book can be read as a stand-alone. The story is full of erotic imagery and explicit content.*

"สุขสันต์วันเกิดนะคะ" เพล้ง! "อยากให้รันไปจากคุณมากเลยเหรอ" เสียงหวานถามด้วยแววตาแสดงออกมาถึงความเจ็บปวด เธอถามมาเฟียหน้าหล่ออย่างตัดพ้อไปกับความใจร้ายไม่เห็นค่าจากเขา "ใช่ ช่วยออกไปจากชีวิตฉันสักที"

The daughter of an Alpha falls to the lowest ranks of Omegas after a tragic accident. “Useless. Pathetic. Omega.” Zoey Thorne. Once destined for power, now stripped to nothing. The ruthless Werewolf King fights battles no one sees. “…he ripped a man’s throat out for looking at him wrong.” “He’s not just an Alpha… he’s a warlord.” Alpha Kieran Danes. The man who conquered kingdoms, broke bloodlines, and made Alphas kneel. But the moment those ocean-blue eyes lock onto those dangerous, glowing-red ones, the world shifts off its axis. “Him…” she breathes. “He’s the one.” Words that stitch their fates together forever. “That’s her.” A bond unexpected… but undeniable. Yet fate is not on their side. The powers that be will try to tear them apart. Lies will surface. Betrayal will strike. Long-buried secrets will finally claw their way into the light. And as a war for the throne ignites around them, one question rises above the ashes: Will their love survive the storm— or burn as a casualty of the war?

I was the top engineer at the National Deep-Sea Research Center, and the only person in the world with experience in deep-sea rescue. When my sister’s submarine malfunctioned and was stranded ten thousand meters below the surface, I hung up on her distress call. Then I calmly walked into a police station and turned myself in for leaking classified research. A few minutes later, my father called. His voice was frantic and furious. “Your sister is missing. Where the hell are you? I’m ordering you to get to the site immediately and save her, or you won’t see a cent of the family inheritance!” I calmly pulled the blanket over my head and said into the phone, “I don’t have time, and you’re interrupting my sleep.”

My boyfriend, Jacob Torrance, claimed he hated being touched. Five years together, and all I got were stiff hand-holds and the rare side-hug. Even in bed, he kept his distance. I figured he was just emotionally shut off. Then he dropped this: he wanted a kid—with his mentor's daughter. "Take it as a sperm donation," he said. "Dr. Lynn asked me before he died. Wendy's got no one else." I smiled. "You don't have to explain. I support you." When you're over someone, there's no point fighting about what's right or wrong.

On the eve of the wedding, my fiancé's adopted sister was drugged at a bar and called for help. Her body was burning with fever. I grabbed my fiancé as he was about to rush out. "Take her to the hospital. Doctors have proper antidotes." Julian Zane slapped me for suggesting that. There was a savagery in his eyes I had never seen before. "Nora, do you have any conscience at all? Elena is suffering a fate worse than death, and you're still nitpicking?" He yanked off his tie and spoke in a hoarse tone. "She's the sister I've cherished since childhood. I will save her even if I have to sacrifice myself to do it." I watched him undo his shirt buttons with his trembling fingers. Elena, flushed and feverish, fell into his arms. The private room door slammed shut in front of me. The sounds of passion inside struck me like blow after blow, shattering five years of blind devotion into dust.