Literally 1984

When ambitious journalist Quinn lands the scoop of a lifetime - an exclusive with the reclusive billionaire Lachlan McIntyre - she never imagines it will lead her into the eye of a storm... both literally and figuratively. Trapped on Lachlan's private island by a raging typhoon, Quinn finds herself drawn into the orbit of this magnetic older man. As the wind howls outside, Lachlan's carefully constructed walls begin to crumble, revealing dark secrets that could destroy everything he's built. With each passing day, the heat between them intensifies. Quinn knows she should keep things professional, but how can she resist when Lachlan looks at her like she's the answer to every question he's ever had? As Lachlan opens up, sharing his deepest thoughts and desires, Quinn realizes she's stumbled upon the story of a lifetime. But at what cost? The longer she stays, the harder it becomes to decide whether her feelings or career or more important. When the clouds finally part, Quinn faces an impossible choice: pursue the truth that could make her career, or protect the man who's captured her heart? Will Quinn choose ambition or love? Can Lachlan let her go once she knows it all?

-LUCIFER- I thrum my fingers on the armrest of my golden throne impatiently. It has been three months since the demon seer Greta had come to me claiming that I, the King of Hell, have a mate. In all my thousands of years, I had never expected to come across her. Hell, I didn’t expect that my Father would have even gifted me with a mate, after everything I had done to be kicked from Heaven. To my dismay, Greta hadn’t been very helpful with information regarding my mate and her whereabouts. So that same day I paid the Fates a visit. Two of the three old crones are quite fond of me and usually assist me whenever I require it. “Ah, Lucifer, this is a pleasant surprise.” Clotho comments as she works with the thread of destiny in her hands. “Yes, it’s been too long since your last visit.” Lachesis says as she turns towards me, her eyes roaming over my body appreciatively. Even if I wasn’t here about my mate, I would never touch her. Her and her sisters are literally shriveled up old ladies with grey hair and wrinkled skin...even the Devil has standards.

Cursed at birth and rejected by her biological mother, Aria found herself lost and suffered gravely in the hands of her peers as they saw her as an outcast. She was betrayed by her sister, rejected by her boyfriend and chastised by her peers for being an omega. However her life came turning for what seemed to be good, when she finally found her Mate Xanthea Darkhaven but because of her curse, their love was already doomed to bloom. ~~ “You and her have nothing in common. Let Aria be killed at once before things get out of hand. The moon goddess will only curse our land because of her” The alpha spoke aggressively as he told off Xanthea. Xantheas unwavering face made it clear he wasn't ready to listen any time soon. “I have vowed and spilled my blood to keep Aria as my mate. And whosoever lay a hand on her will have me to deal with and trust me, I will literally do anything just to keep her alive” Xanthea replied in a low growl, sending chills down my spine. “Get ready to leave the position of the next Alpha or let her be killed” The Alpha threatened before walking away. Will this love ever stand? Will I ever get the chance to fall in love for the second time? Will my curse cause more trouble for Xanthea or should I let myself be killed?

Ever since her nonbiological Mom died, she loathed and blamed herself for that. Avery Maureen Del Hera escaped home when she thought her father whom she grew up with wanted her to go to States, and even be with her biological parents, without him fighting for her. Hence, that's the bare part of the story. When she escaped home, she found a place . . . with the help of her own fate. A zone-like place, literally, with its wide and grandeur sceneries, isolated from the world. It's the Zone of Yavanna, or how the Zoners called it as Forest Survival. It definitely comes with names. Yet she eventually held one while being in there, a codename- a new identity: Cosimia. Her tale begins right at that moment. A journey of being the real sleeping beauty, for she's never awakened with the truth that she's been lost all along. She may have sought where she belongs, but did she see where it will lead her? In this forest that bargains life, away from the cruelty of death, one will strive for the betterment of herself, to think of what will become of her. Here's the thing, she's never a Del Hera, yes, but did she know, too, she's never Avery Maureen?

"You are going to come again, but not until I say so..." he whispered sexily while licking my ear. Amanda was addicted to coffee, she treated her coffee far better than she treated her men. She liked to change partners faster than she restocked her milk and creamer in her fridge. She never get attached to her man, she was very adventurous and even liked to share her men with her girls. That was until all of her best friends found their men and she was left to play alone. Dale had been a single dad since his wife passed away delivering their daughter Mable into the world. Since then he hadn't found the one person who can even come close to his beloved wife. He dated women on occasions but finds them all bland, shallow, and not even the least intriguing for him. He was dedicating his life to Mable and his coffee shop. That had been enough for him. Until one day Amanda walked into his coffee shop and literally knocked him off his feet. Since then, she has been on his mind constantly, she was truly his opposite. The wild child versus the calm and settled single dad. Will the opposite attract? will they find the middle ground? will his daughter approve of his new relationship?

Regina Murghan had always been treated like an anomaly among the witches. Compared to others, she had insignificant powers. On top of that, no one had any idea who her parents were. She had been abandoned on the doorsteps of Vivian, her loving guardian. All these made her subject to criticism for years until she left Witches Academy in Coven Community, where she stayed with Vivian, and transferred to Neutral Academy, a school for the three supernatural species that existed in Mistworld; Werewolves, Vampires, and Witches. Regina finally settled into a life of peace and meeting friends who genuinely cared about her, but unfortunately, things began to go awry when news of people being brutally killed began spreading. Not only that, strange things started happening to her after her sixteenth birthday, and secrets about her began unraveling. To top it all, two deliciously gorgeous alphas were fighting over her for the first time ever. But there was only one literally made for her. In order to protect those she had grown to love, MistWorld, and the human world above them, Regina had a lot of work cut out for her. Now, the question is, with her seeming lack of power, will she be able to overcome the monster from her past, whose motive was to bring the end of everything she knew and loved? Or she would fail, dooming her world, her loved ones and the human world?

For a decade, my world had been measured in laundry cycles, grocery lists, and the ever-growing pile of dishes in the sink. I was elbow-deep in soapy water, scrubbing the remnants of another family meal, when it happened. A sudden, silent cascade of text flickered at the edge of my vision, like subtitles for a movie only I could see: [Gosh, the heroine is so tragic. Her husband's entire family has been feeding on her luck like parasites!] [Her husband stole her graduate school admission and her career!] [The in-laws are literally siphoning her health away. No wonder she's always sick.] [And the sister-in-law took her "romance" stat! No wonder her love life is a desert.] [Heads up! Her husband's about to give her another "gift." Let's see how much more he takes from her this time.] My hands, clutching a greasy plate, froze. Right on cue, my husband, Tristan, sauntered into the kitchen. A smug, self-satisfied smile was plastered on his face as he took my wet hand. He slid a flimsy, garishly colored plastic bracelet onto my wrist. "Look what I got for you, sweetheart," he announced, his voice dripping with pride. "I made a special trip after work. Found it at the dollar store. It's romantic and economical, just like you always say you want. You love it, don't you?"

Blurb: Tiara, an omega who tragically lost her parents to unknown and strange circumstances, lived on the outskirts of town in the remains of her parent's home as it was the one of the few things she had to remember them in her course to find out the cause of their untimely and forgotten death. She lives all alone after serving as a maid in her uncle's house literally all day, enduring hardships and isolation, leaving her with little or no time to make ends meet. To survive, she gathered herbs from the woods a few miles away from her house and sold them at the market to make a living. The woods that laid behind her house also served as the hunting ground for the alpha who is always accompanied by his most trusted aides and subordinates. Fate finally intervened when Tiara and Edwin met on one of their numerous visits to the woods. Edwin discovered that they were fated to each other the moment her set his eyes on her but Tiara could not because she was an omega, very weak at heart, unable to feel the bond immediately. Despite the fact that they clicked almost immediately, their bond and choices faced so many challenges that threatened to tear them apart. Will they overcome their challenges? What will be Tiara's fate? Will she be right by Edwin's side, taking her rightful position as the Luna to the Darkmoon pack? Will she find out the cause of her parents death?

I worked at a sales job and felt pretty good about my work. Then, Vivian appeared. She was a new intern with an insatiable curiosity for others’ private affairs. On Valentine’s Day, my husband, Henry Ambrose, bought a million dollars’ worth of bags from me to help me meet my sales target. Just as I left work to meet him for a date, Vivian sent a snide message. [Your Fitbit just logged an extra thousand steps. That’s literally the exact distance to the hotel next door. Nice work, Lily! You close a million-dollar deal and immediately head to the hotel with the client?] I coldly fired back, [If you’re this desperate to stalk people, you should’ve just joined the K-9 unit.] That very night, parcels of adult toys appeared on my doorstep. Vivian had written a nasty post that had gone viral, and things turned out like this! [This Salesgirl Slept With My Client and Stole My Million-Dollar Commission on Valentine’s Day!] A pair of my ripped silk stockings, which I had tossed in the trash, became her “proof” that I had seduced a client during work hours. Vivian was painted as the victim, while I was viciously smeared as a “salesgirl who slept with clients for commissions.” What Vivian did not know was that Henry was actually a leading researcher worth billions. I only took the sales job because I was bored and wanted to experience something new.

I exercised too hard during the day and, by midnight, a sharp pain tore through my stomach. When I checked my pants, there was blood. I called my friend immediately and had him rush me to the hospital. The moment I finished explaining my symptoms, the doctor did not even pause to think before saying, "This is a potential miscarriage. We need to start treatment right away." My eyes went wide. I opened my mouth to protest, but she steamrolled right over me. Her gaze dripped with contempt. "I see dozens of patients every day. I know exactly what you women are like. Probably had abortion after abortion in school with zero self-respect. Now that you're getting older, you want to trap some nice guy into cleaning up your mess." I had never met such an unprofessional doctor in my life. Anger flared in my chest, and I threatened to report her on the spot. She barely blinked. "Touched a nerve, huh? I'm just trying to help you out here. Doctors have it so hard these days. Tell someone the truth and complaints are all you get." The whispers started around me. People staring, judging, pointing. I had truly had enough. Had it occurred to literally anyone that I might just be a guy with long hair?