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Omar bin Khalid is a thirty four year old man who has lived most of his life outside Saudi Arabia and his father's fear is that he might just have forgotten the Saudi laws and his family's traditions, this proves to be so when he returns from America to Saudi Arabia with an American lady as his bride to be. His father, the Sheikh Khalid bin Aaban is not happy with his decisions especially when he already had plans of getting his only son married to the Saudi princess who had vowed never to love again until Omar, the man she is set to get married to, enters the picture. Scorched is a story about love and the trials that comes with falling in and out of love, strong wills, friendships, greed for power and an ultimate secrecy against the throne. Who is actually the villain of the story? The love triangle between Omar, Megan and Mariam, who wins? And is it worth it in the end?

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.

My name is Sarah. I am an alpha female, but I live like an slave in the middle of my father pack. I am just the bastard child of my family, the product of rape and everyone hates me. I hoped that when I turned 18 my life would change. But everything got worse, and on my eighteen birthday my own mother tried to kill me, but the odds were in my favor. I lived while my mother died. I continued to hope that something will change. All I wanted in this life was to find someone to love me. All I wanted was to find my mate, and more than that I wanted that mate to be my friend , Patrick, the Alpha King son. The only man who ever showed me some kindness. I hoped that he will take me out from Blood Mon Pack, where my father tolerates me only because the magic from my blood. It is said that the hope dies last. Well folks! Let me tell you, my hope died! The day I found out that Patrick wanted my sister, and I was just a tool in his hands. Like I said, I'm Sarah Thomson In the eyes of some werewolves, I am less than a slave. But is that an actual fact or my pack members got it wrong?

Due to some arranged misunderstanding, Aileen is forced to break up with her boyfriend Allan. Who have been dating for about two years, the famous college sweethearts.  Aileen is the only child of the Fletchers family, her father is a famous lawyer in the whole city. While Allan is the second son of the Holmes family, her father owns the best gaming company known worldwide.  A single mistake causes their relationship to end when they were so deeply in love with each other.  Aileen's family decides to move out of the country as their daughter has wished, leaving  no trace of where they were going. Allan with the help of his family searches for her but to no avail. Since then he starts to hate her and wants to make her life miserable just like how she made him by disappearing from his life.  Due to some urgency, Aileen is forced to return to the country again, the one she swore not to return no matter what. She brings with her a 5 years old boy who looks just like Allan after 6 years. Fate brings them together again.  What happens when they meet again when Alan wants nothing but to make her suffer? What happens when Alan sees her with a carbon copy of himself? Continue ……

Willow, a city girl, is heartbroken after walking in on her best friend and husband sleeping together. In an effort to find herself she rents a cabin in a secluded forest. To her surprise the remote cabin is full of surprises and it is soon clear the forest is full of secrets. To fuel her sadness she finds out her best friend is carrying her husband’s baby. This is the final straw for her and she runs into the forest and follows a wolf to a stone table. It turns out Willow has a family secret of her own, a magical bloodline that she had no clue about. She will have to find out fast because a family of werewolves fighting against a rival clan that wants to release a monster older than time. They will need Willows help if they want to keep the monster in the prison. Willow will have to look deep within herself and make choices she never thought possible for the greater good.

DIANA SANTORO: Five years locked inside a convent. Not because I was holy. Because the family I was born into is dangerous. My name is Diana Santoro. Mafia blood. And in this world, daughters like me get hidden away until the war is over. Now my brother’s the Don. And he wants me back. The man he sent to collect me? Rocco Moretti. The most feared monster in Italy. The devil of Cosa Nostra. They say he pulls confessions out of men with his bare hands—then sleeps like a baby afterward. Three days on the road. Just us. He’s expecting some scared little nun-in-training, ready to be escorted quietly back to my gilded cage. He has no idea that the only innocent thing about me is this face. **** ROCCO MORETTI: Forty-seven men. That's how many I've killed. Tortured more than double that. Never lost a minute of sleep over any of them. So why does this girl—with her innocent eyes and that smart mouth—make me feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind around every bend of this road? Last night, at some roadside motel, she walked into my room. Ran her fingers over my tattoos, looked up at me with this smirk, and told me she wasn't wearing underwear. What the hell does she want? To destroy me? To see how far she can push before I snap? She's a virgin. Untouched. Off-limits. The one thing a man like me can never have. But when she looks at me like that—wearing that short dress, lips parted just enough—I forget who I am. I forget I'm the monster. And I start wanting, with everything in me, to be the one who ruins her. Even if it costs me my life. Even if it costs me everything.

Three years after graduation, I was waiting tables at a restaurant when I happened to run into some of my old classmates having a private dinner there. The moment they saw me carrying trays, they burst out laughing. My old rival Elliot sneered that I was a useless nobody, then pulled out 50 bucks and tossed it in front of me, telling me to lick the food scraps off his shoe. "Clean my shoe, and that fifty's yours!" Even my ex-girlfriend joined in to humiliate me. "I can't believe this is what you've become three years after graduation, Chase. Good thing I dumped you when I did—I'd hate to be the girlfriend of some broke loser." Elliot and a few others pinned me to the floor, forcing me to kneel and even bark like a dog. My ex clapped her hands, laughing. "Chase, you really do look like a dog when you're on your knees." Then, the restaurant manager rushed in. The moment he saw me, his face went pale with shock. "M–Mr. Levine… are you all right, sir?" Blood dripping down my forehead, I pointed at everyone in that room. "No one leaves this room tonight."

My husband, Oliver Dawson, "forgot" everything in a car crash—and somehow fell for me all over again. After getting out of the hospital, he said he wanted to date me from scratch. Moved out, made it all romantic. People thought we were couple goals. I figured he just wanted that first-date spark back. Then I overheard him with his best friend. "The amnesia was a lie. I only moved out to take care of Katy. She's pregnant. Cecelia's never wanted kids. I'm not going childless." I glanced down at my barely-there bump and booked a hospital appointment. Then I found the memory-erasing pill Mom left me—and took it. Oliver had no clue I'd forget him in seven days. Completely.

"'Do you seriously think I would kill my own aughterday?' My eyes went wide as I slowly........." Naomi has been living a lie her whole life. The people who she thought to be her parents aren't who they say they are. She has to accept who she actually is and take on some responsibility. Will she take on that responsibility or will she run away from her fate like her grandmother did?

"You're a whore, a whore does not change overtime and you know that." He whispers back, loud enough for the older couple sitting across to hear. And they couldn't help but gasps in shock, as the older woman soaks her teeth in distaste while the older man frowns. "What did you just call me? Ethan, what did you call me? If you can't trust me, then maybe we shouldn't be together." She said, her voice barely above whisper and her eyes teary. But she felt like this was all a dream, they have been quarreling lately but not like this. It has never been like this. Earlier today when she told her sister, Eloise, about this dinner, they all hoped for an engagement. But this doesn't look like an engagement dinner, or does it?. This was some of the last words Aurelia heard from her boyfriend before she stumbled heartbroken into a bar where she meets the man who changed her life.