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THE ROYAL SERIES is a love story between a future king and a future CEO. There's 3 books in total with 3 couples involve but mostly involving the NIELSEN family. TRS #1: PRINCEZONE [LOGAN NIELSEN & AMANDA ESTELLE] TRS #2: TROUBLE [ISAAC CALLAND & LINNEA LINBERG] TRS #3: LEONARDO & JULIET [LEONARDO NIELSEN & JULIET CALLAND]

In the woods, Ellie meets a stranger, a wolf named Angus, and falls in love with him. But Angus is on a mission to find his future Luna. Ellie's love makes him forget his duty. Now, enemies are hunting him. Will Ellie save him? Or will she be an agent of trouble for them both? The secret of the true future Luna is yet to be revealed.

For the eighteenth time, Samson brought home his new lover and enjoyed their intimacy right in front of me. Knowing he was doing this to get back at me, I just quietly picked up their scattered clothes. Five years ago, Samson was nearly killed in a kidnapping. Ignoring all his desperate pleas, I broke up with him and left the country. Five years later, he became the CEO of a major corporation and used his wealth to keep me at his side as his personal assistant. Every so often, he would bring home a different woman and flaunt their affection in front of me just to humiliate me. Samson never knew that I had saved him from those kidnappers five years ago—and that I was the one who couldn't let go of him. Things went on this way until he brought Judy back. My cousin, someone I had financially supported for years. When Judy proudly stroked her belly and told me she was pregnant with Samson’s baby, I just congratulated her calmly. Then, I turned and made a phone call. “Hello, about that Medical Support Project we discussed? I’ve decided—I’m ready to join.”

My son spiked a sudden high fever, scorching like a flame under my touch. I frantically dialed 911 for help, but the dispatcher on the line kept repeating questions, dragging it out. By the time the ambulance siren finally wailed in the distance, my son had already grown cold and still in my arms. Less than a year later, my husband and I split up amid endless grief and finger-pointing. I dragged on like an empty shell until one day I got an e-invite to his wedding. The moment I clicked the voice message, my blood ran cold. The bride's voice echoed exactly like that sluggish dispatcher from back then. In a breakdown, I bolted out of the house and got caught in the path of a speeding subway train, plunging me into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, my son's cries pierced the air from the next room, his forehead blazing hot against my palm. My husband thrust the phone toward me. "Quick, call 911! I'll grab a cold compress." My hands trembled as I dialed, and a chillingly familiar voice answered, "Hello, 911 emergency services."

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

"Ellis," I said, following his gaze. He was staring at the woman behind me. "Mate," he whispered. My knees weakened at his words, and I took a step back. "Ellis, baby," I managed to regain my composure and approached him to get his attention. "Mate," he repeated, ignoring me as he focused on Charlotte. I could barely breathe, so I stepped aside. Ellis moved closer to her and gently cupped Charlotte's crying face in his trembling hands. "Hello, mate," he said. No, no, no. I silently begged the moon goddess to wake me from this nightmare... *** Love Chasia is heartbroken when her boyfriend of ten years finds his mate in Charlotte and chooses her, forgetting the promise he made to stay by Chasia's side forever. Her best and only option is to leave and never see him again, but what happens when she discovers she's pregnant? Five years later, they meet unexpectedly—he is now her new boss. The passion, love, and lingering feelings they thought were buried come rushing back, especially now that she works at his company. Follow me on Instagram

Lamia and Kellen return to a realm different from what they left. Overrun with Senko’s creations and monsters from the underworld, they have one goal as they struggle to come to terms with their new identities. To rid the realm of Aodh and send him back to the hell hole he came from. They had faced Aodh once before in their past lives. This time round is different. They remember everything and hope they can defeat him this time. Not just for their future but the future of their realm. Love and bonds need to be healed while they prepare for a war that could cost them everything. Determined to ensure a peaceful future, Queen Lamia will stop at nothing to ensure the god of the underworld doesn’t get his hands on her or her immortal child.

“I, Nash Dawson, future Alpha of Nascent Moon Pack, reject you, Kate Harris as my mate and future Luna.” he declared, stabbing my heart with his words. I controlled my tears for a moment, lifting my head to meet his cold eyes and nodded, “I, Kate Harris, accept your rejection, Nash Dawson.” …… In a world of werewolves, Kate's lack of a wolf marked her as an outcast in the Shadow Moon Pack. Hoping for salvation from Nash, her boyfriend and future Alpha of the Nascent Moon Pack, Kate's dreams crumbled when she discovered him cheating on her with her own cousin. Rejected and deemed a burden, Kate was sent to Umbra Academy, a school for elite shifters and witches. With plans to escape the power-hungry world, Kate unexpectedly crosses paths with Deimon, the notorious future Alpha of Umbra Pack. What will happen when Kate finds out that not only the notorious Alpha is her mate but he also harbours sick intentions for her?

A well-known actor, Ellie Syallis have fans of varying levels— most of them are obsessed, very obsessed. A day awaited by her fans came, where people that won and bought the limited slots came. They finally met their idol face to face, got to shake hands with the female and an autograph on one of her limited-edition DVDs, on cards and on pictures as well. But her once peaceful life will start to take turn for the worse she sees at that very moment. A man wearing a formal business suit with a stoic appearance approached her. She gladly offered her hand and so they shook hands. The male asked for her autograph and she said "yes" with a brimming smile. She couldn't take her eyes of the male. He was undeniably handsome and somehow mysteriously attractive. "Here!" She handed her autograph on the sheet of paper the male gave. “Have a nice day! And oh, please keep on supporting me!” She added and partly bowed. The stranger flashed a smirk that made her heart skip a beat, both in a pinch of threat or fear and in unknown excitement. "You're now my wife. Hello, Mrs. Folster. Can't wait to spend the rest of my days with you." Her facial expressions shifted to surprise, annoyance, fear, melancholy, and into anger as she finally took a glance on the paper she signed. It was a marriage contract!

My name is Ivy Lawson. At 3:00 am, I get a call from Christina McSpire, a parent of one of my students. "Hello, Ms. Lawson, I noticed Zoe only spent five dollars on her meal yesterday. Did she not eat any meat?" she asks. Pushing through my exhaustion, I reply, "Don't worry, Mrs. Street. I'll check on it tomorrow." Another half hour goes by, and she calls again. "It's supposed to rain tomorrow. Can you remind Zoe to bring an umbrella?" I can hardly keep my eyes open. "Got it," I reply absentmindedly. A few minutes later, my phone rings once more. "Please make sure Zoe brushes her teeth for three minutes. It's also important that she scrubs each side of her face at least three times." Suppressing my frustration, I calmly respond, "Zoe is in her senior year of high school. I'm sure she's capable of taking care of herself." I expect that to be the end of it, but when I wake up, my silenced phone shows over a hundred missed calls.