List Of Powers

Word on the street in the city of Hereshire was that Roy Chester had a penchant for eighteen-year-old girls. Yet, Willow Croyton was twenty-one when they started dating, and she stuck by him for nearly three years. She was a well-known simp to Roy, her only merit being her docility and good behavior. Later, when Willow left, Roy was spotted multiple times near her apartment block, his eyes teary. 

She is fierce, brave, adventurous and hated humans She is a witch, beautiful and a red head who never knew what fate had in store for her. He is ruthless, brutal, kind and a young prince who never wanted to be king. He is ravishing handsome that no princess of any kingdom can let go of his charms but everything changed when he got killed in a bloody war. Merga, a beautiful witch met and fell in love with Robert, a young king who dreaded witches But how will they face a love build with hatred between humans and witches. Will Merga give up her love for Robert or will love always prevail? A fantasy romance novel no romance lover will try to miss.

"I am pregnant," I say looking into his years intensely but his face is emotionless. "What?" He asked stunned, he paces around for a few minutes" I can't take care of a child right now" he snaps holding the table tightly. "We have to because I have nowhere to go," I say pleading for acknowledgment and understanding. "What do you mean?" He questioned eyeing me suspiciously. " my parents disowned me," I say looking down in shame. "I will take you in but don't expect me to care for you and your baby because all this means nothing to me" he glanced at me before walking out of his office. Tears run down my cheeks, feeling of embarrassment, and lost claws in my heart. I lost everything, my family, my self-esteem, I feel lost and worthless. Most of all I lost love.

A young boy who has trash cultivation talent, got a book which change his life. will he able to reach the peak of cultivation world, lets find out.....

BOOK ONE ***** The first rule in the Empire. YOU COULD LIE. If it meant protecting the Empire, then do it. But no one wanted you to lie to them. Not even the ones who set the rule. * I was going to snatch the empire from their hands and I'd be far too gone before they realized it was now my weapon. But he came, dressed in silk, a serpent I need to kill. **** GENESIS OF THE EMPIRE OF SIN SERIES

Ember accepted her lot in life. On the run, she only wishes to find out the truth behind her dreams and solve the memory of her past. Keegan has only cared about protecting his pack, but when he sees the beauty dancing on stage and the flicker of flames in her eyes his body screams, Mate! Can Keegan tame the flames of Ember and together solve the mystery of her missing past? Or will they all burn together? Excerpt: “This is the reason I’m always tired,” I think to myself. Twenty-four years of coming here and still not a single clue, but every time I close my eyes, I return to this place. I know my surroundings perfectly. Oddly the place is beautiful to the eyes. The old house sat among flowers growing around all sides. The aroma of honeysuckle and jasmine fill my lungs filling me with a moment's peace. I’m sitting in my usual spot. Gripping the ropes of a swing in the front yard held by a large oak tree. Waiting I begin pushing my legs back and forth sending me in motion. I know something is about to happen. It happens every night. The house moves in front of my eyes. I see the shadows coming, but I don’t stop swinging. They are black as night but I can see smiles within the shadow grinning bright. “What is this place!” I cry, fed up with this nightly repetition, but no sound emerges. A noise can be heard from the back of the house. One of the shadows turns toward it. I jump down to follow only to have the other shadow hold me back. “Don’t go. Not yet. Listen to me!”

I didn't just break the rules; I unraveled them. One rain-slicked night in Edinburgh, I fell into the arms of a stranger who tasted like rain and dangerous secrets. No names, no strings—just a kiss that should have stayed in the shadows. Then Monday morning happened. ​The man from the alley? He isn’t a mystery anymore. He’s Professor Alistair Reid, and he's the only thing standing between me and my engineering degree. He says we have to be strangers. He says there are boundaries. But every time our hands brush over a silk sample in the lab, I know he’s lying. ​In the world of high-stakes textiles, the strongest threads are the ones that are hidden. But when obsession starts to fray the edges of our lives, who’s going to be the one to let go first?

“Ashianna, you are the game. I can turn the table in my side. “ he said with the sweet tone of his voice. “My Father is a lawyer. You can’t hide anywhere.” I smirked, seeing him with full anger in his face.

Saat berusia 12 tahun, Piero menyaksikan kakaknya dibunuh oleh lima orang. Dendam itu ia bawa hingga dewasa, di usia ke-18 tahun ia telah menjadi pembunuh untuk pertama kalinya yang membawanya masuk ke penjara. Namun, setelah ia keluar dari penjara, ia kembali memburu empat orang yang terlibat lainnya, membunuh mereka satu per satu. Puncaknya, ia harus menghadapi Garrett, pengedar narkoba kelas kakap sekaligus dalang utama kematian kakaknya, disinilah pertarungan hidup dan mati yang menentukan apakah Piero akan bertahan membalaskan dendamnya atau ia kalah dalam medan pertempuran.

The night my father collapsed, I learned some men negotiate with money… but Noah Thorne negotiates with lives. I never planned to marry a billionaire CEO, especially not the man my father owed $50,000 to. But when the hospital demanded an $80,000 deposit before surgery, life made the choice for me. While my mother sobbed in a cold hallway, Noah’s bodyguard arrived with an offer, an arranged marriage, a contract marriage that would clear the debt and cover every medical bill. When I confronted Noah, he presented the terms without cruelty: one year, no intimacy, public appearances only, and freedom after. He believed he was offering mercy but I felt like beautifully packaged captivity. Desperation crushed pride, and I signed. Our “marriage” was a seven-minute formality, no vows, no meaning. Moving into his penthouse was like stepping into a museum built to contain silence. Publicly, we were the perfect romance. Privately, we were strangers navigating a fragile arrangement thick with unspoken tension. Complications followed us: Noah’s elegant, smug ex who treated me like a placeholder, and my own ex-boyfriend, whose sudden reappearance triggered jealousy in Noah he couldn’t hide. Arguments, silences, and late-night moments softened something between us. Slowly, painfully, the man behind the empire emerged, the lonely boy shaped by loss, abandonment, and guarded walls. We began to care. We tried to deny it. Feelings weren’t in the contract but feelings don’t read contracts. Near the end of the year, Noah pulled away. I thought he wanted freedom. He signed the release papers with steady hands and a breaking heart. I was almost gone when he whispered the truth: “Please don’t go.” We tore up the contract. A year later, we married again, this time for love, not survival. This time, I chose him