Lone Survivor Parents Guide

Ryder Bates is an incurable player. Ever since his childhood sweetheart broke his heart over and over again and left him for an Arab billionaire, he had sworn off committing to any woman. Holly Grace Michaels is forced to help her best friend Kim Evans after player Ryder humiliates and uses her. The girls decide it's time that he gets a taste of his own medicine and Holly Grace Michaels is their secret weapon.But falling for the player is not in the plan. Holly is torn between falling in love with the player and revenge for her best friend.

Nicholas becomes a lone wolf at the age of eighteen. His parents were murdered because of the power of truth he possesses against their alpha pack. Wolfless and mateless, he was despised by all. He melted his wolf in the human world and used his ability who knows the truth against humans in exchange for money. Misses no one, corrupt government officials, wealthy murderers, and ordinary ones. Their truth and lies are his survival. Then he came to a point when is he knowing the truth about everyone he could meet a gift or a curse?

Blurb: Meeting her ex-lover is something that is never on Dhea's wish list. If she could hope, her ex lived in another world. However, who would have thought that one day she accidentally met Radit, her ex-lover, and that meeting made her trapped in a fake relationship with Hannan, who pretended to be her lover in front of Radit. Dhea was initially grateful that Hannan had helped her but soon understood when that man sent a signal that led to the one hot night they had afterward. Until one day they accidentally meet and Hannan offers a relationship that Dhea agrees to which turns out to make her a girl who must follow all of Hannan's dominant wishes. Will they be able to feel the seeds of true love from this relationship, when Dhea doesn't realize it? Can Hannan wait patiently for the submissive until finally his love is met?

(Witchita Series #1) On the evening of Santacruzan, I met Gideon, the consort of my life. Months later, we grew closer to each other, but then... he found out about the bet and we split up. Weeks after our breakup, he confronted and told me, “Panagutan mo ako... Buntis ako," and I was like, “Gago ka ba?” Days after my family revealed our biggest secrets, I made up my list. To do: 1. Get to know more about my family's identity, history, and special ability (especially in dealing with a pregnant male partner!) 2. Master my family's craft — witchcraft. 3. Attend to Deon's needs, assist, and take care of him. 4. Protect and keep him away from his pack for nine months (or else our child's gonna get killed because Deon's a son of an alpha b*tch!) 5. Plan about our child's financial support and our parental setup. 6. Make sure that the whole pregnancy experience will be tolerable for the first-time mommy (or pappy or whatsoever, I don't really know what to call him, geez...) 7. The child should stay with my family after Deon gave birth because he or she belongs to us, to the kind who needs to keep hiding. 8. And the most important thing to do, love my child with all my heart, mind, and Witchita soul. I am Angie Lou Pereira, a Witchita, and this is my guide to successful parenting.

As I gazed into his eyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity, as if I had known him for years. "There's something about you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Something that draws me to you." He smiled, revealing a set of perfect teeth. "I feel it too," he said, his voice low and melodic. "It's like we were meant to meet." I couldn't deny the electricity that coursed through me as he spoke, and I found myself leaning closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth. "Who are you?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. He chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "I'm just a guy," he said. "But I've been told that I have a certain charm." I couldn't help but laugh at his modesty, knowing full well that he was more than just a guy. He had an aura about him, a sense of confidence and self-assurance that was both intimidating and alluring. As we continued to talk, I found myself opening up to him, sharing things that I had never told anyone before. It was like he was a confidant, someone that I could trust with my deepest secrets. And as we parted ways, I knew that I had met someone special. He was more than just a guy, he was a kindred spirit, a soulmate that I had been searching for all my life.

Scarlet's world came crashing down when the man she loved, tore her apart with his betrayal and cruelty. His lies are still fresh in my mind, a continual reminder of the evenings he sapped her abilities and gave them to his mistress, Beatrice. The agony of being abandoned and broken haunts her every step as she flees her pack, driven by a fervent desire to make him pay for his treachery. Roaming like a rogue, Scarlet saves a mysterious black wolf from a deadly wolfsbane dagger, she unwittingly rescues Alpha Amarok, the powerful and brooding lycan king. With a dark past and a heart of stone, Amarok doesn't believe in love - until Scarlet. Can Scarlet tame his fierce heart, and will Amarok's pack accept her as their new queen? With every breath, they're forced to confront the evil that has haunted them. Will their love be enough to heal the scars of their past, or will the shadows consume them whole?

Sophia I have been cast from my pack, the alpha made his advances on me and I rejected them. My parents stayed. They chose the Alpha who tried to take what I didn't want to give from me. They are now dead to me. It really doesn't matter now. Sure, I could go live among the humans, but what could they have to offer me? Sigmund I left my pack years ago when I saw the corruption within. I am a lone wolf by choice, and an Alpha by birth. The fact that I walked away when I saw the corruption coming for me, should tell you how much I really tried to save it. The pack was trying to become a dirty pack. Well, they got what they wanted. I refuse to go lead them. What I will do, if I ever find a good group of loners, is lead them in a fight against the corrupt packs leading the world today. If only I could find any other loners out here...

I'm staring at this man who looks exactly like my husband, overwhelmed by fear, as I received a message that read, "He's not your husband!"What's even more bizarre is that the name displayed as the sender of the text on my phone is "My Dear Husband"!Who on earth should I believe?

Marcel was born a Vampyre but never felt at home in Blackledge Castle or his own body. His father Halen has created an army of feral vampires, the means by which he will gain power and deliver justice to the descendents of the High Priestess who made him the monster he is. The curse his father's barbaric past has brought down upon Marcel is one he sets out to rid himself of. The cullings and rampant bloodshed Halen thrives on are atrocities in Marcel’s eyes, and he knows if he does not leave, he will be dragged down with the clan when the Blackledge empire inevitably falls. This story follows Marcel as he learns to accept who and what he is through encounters with undying witches, dragons as old as the mountains in which they live and packs of warrior werewolves. Marcels eyes are opened to a world he never could have dreamed of from inside the tall walls of his former home. Marcel's journey is one of hardship, heartache, self discovery and wonder but it is not without its obstacles and hardships. When he finally finds a place he could call home he needs to make a choice, love or belonging. Can a Vampyre have it all? ***This book is part of my 'Twin Alphas' series. You do not need to have read the other stories as Marcel’s story is his own.

Of all the pups in the clan, my parents only loved my brother and sister, but not me. When the fire broke in the pack, they hurried into the flames to save their pups, but only took my brother and sister. Left behind, I suffered facial burns and my wolf grew extremely weak. From then on, I lost interest in fighting for their love. Whoever wanted them, could have them. After all, I was already dying. But I did not anticipate their regret. They held my thin frail body and begged: “Could you throw a little tantrum at us again… just once more?”