Lord Of The Mysteries Light

I made the decision to break up with Layla Freeman as I opened my eyes once more. She wanted to take Charles Jones and his son home so she could take care of them, so I would logically leave. I had a lot of arguments with Layla in my former life because of Charles and his son. She paid for Charles’ son’s wedding using the money I had saved for my retirement. Ultimately, the bitter cold killed me in the winter. When Layla found out about that, she was not filled with sadness. Rather, she accused me of dying on her godson’s wedding day. I would leave her and not have anything to do with her in this life.

My boyfriend, Allen, is a fitness coach who is cheerful, handsome, and has eight-pack abs. After getting together with me, he transferred all his female students to other colleagues and would send me daily check-in photos. In anticipation of becoming his fiancee, I happily prepared for our engagement ceremony. However, two weeks before the ceremony, I discovered a bright red lipstick mark on Allen’s workout pants. I quickly pulled up the check-in photo he had sent me that day. Through the reflection on a dumbbell, I saw a woman standing next to Allen—her lips painted in the exact same lipstick color. Most of the previous photos had flaws, but I had trusted Allen too much to notice them. Looking at his message under the photo, I let out a cold laugh. "Baby, I have to work overtime today to train a male student." He actually dared to deceive me. Just then, my phone rang. It was the wedding planning company confirming the engagement ceremony setup. I quickly responded with a confirmation. The ceremony would proceed as planned—except I had a special surprise prepared for Allen, one he would never forget.

Billie was once perceived as unattractive; she was overweight and had a facial burn that made her look different. With her chubby face, she often faced criticism. In contrast, Blake, her sister, was a slim and striking girl, drawing the attention of all the boys at school. Billie’s life was complicated by heartbreak when she discovered that her boyfriend, whom she believed to be her one true love, betrayed her by dating her sister instead. Heartbroken, Billie found solace through the support of a friend and a mysterious man who stood by her side. With their help, Billie transformed into a stunning goddess, more beautiful and slender than ever before, attracting the attention of many men, including her former boyfriend, who now desperately wanted her back. However, Billie had fallen in love with the mysterious man who had helped her through her struggles. Now she faces a choice: Will she give her ex-boyfriend a second chance, or will she embrace the feelings she has for the handsome man who has been quietly protecting her from the shadows?

"Your sister is back, Let's Get A Divorce." A familiar hatred surfaced on her husband's face as he threw the papers at her. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Clarissa Brown's mystery began when her elder sister, Mia Brown returned to the country. Not only was she bullied and neglected, but her husband plans to get back with Mia. His ex-girlfriend. Forced to donate her blood to her sister, Clarissa lost her unborn baby in a miscarriage as she bled uncontrollably, worst still-her husband, Easton Maddox divorced her, throwing her out on the streets where she was run over by a car. Waking up at the hospital, she met the man who ran her over, when he asked her how she wanted to be compensated-She said "You." Getting into a contract marriage with Lucas Reed, Easton's Boss, Clarissa vowed to get back at her ex-husband and her family who treated her like trash. Clarissa will take back her love and know nothing but revenge, her hunger for revenge led her into the arms of Lucas Reed...An enigmatic figure who needs to be tamed! Diving into his world filled with secrecy, lies, and family drama, Clarissa found herself in a sea of discovery...discoveries that eventually led to something bigger than she had anticipated.

This is a standalone book from one of the stories in the book "The Wild Adventures". Nicole Parker is a girl who can be said to have everything. Money, beauty, and brains. She is the only child of the most successful business tycoon in the capital. But despite having almost everything, she lacks in the most intimate relationship comfort and stability. A reason why she became rebellious toward her parents. She wanted to get their attention by doing things that would require their responses. She started bullying people around her. But what happens when a bully gets bullied? Would love be enough to change her? Find out in Nicole and Mike's colorful and steamy love story. "The Queen of Bullies"

Simple, beautiful, kind-hearted, and goal-oriented type of woman—those are the words that could perfectly describe the twenty-one-year-old Dayanara Clariz Rivera, or simply Diane. At a very young age, her life had been tested with a series of negative events and one of them was mysteriously dark. There was a huge part of her life that she had completely forgotten, making her instinctively trapped from the past. Diane thought she was living a normal life despite being troubled by her strange nightmares. In addition to that, she found herself stuck in a love triangle between two strikingly business magnates. How could she face the truth when choosing her love interest would bring her much excruciating pain? How could she live her life again once she figured out everything that happened?

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.

As a student at an elite academy for supernaturals, I’ve always thought I had my life figured out. My 18th birthday is just around the corner, a milestone that could change everything. For as long as I can remember, I've been betrothed to my childhood crush, who also happens to be my brothers' best friend. It seemed like my future was set in stone—until everything shifted. I never expected to find myself drawn to my warrior trainers, Cameron and Samuel. They're not just any trainers; they're the alpha princes of the werewolf race. The bond between us is growing stronger every day, and it’s tearing me apart. My brothers have warned me about the power and allure of dominant wolves, but they never could have guessed that the real threat would come from my own teachers. Now, I’m caught between my betrothal and these forbidden feelings, not to mention the strict rules of our supernatural world. Things get even more complicated when a sudden attack rocks the academy. I'm forced to make life-altering decisions that go beyond just my heart; the safety of everyone I love hangs in the balance. With destiny, love, and danger at every corner, I must decide whether to follow my heart or stay true to my obligations.

“Your wife, Ivara, is finally back in your life, Mr. Elzaek, so why are you still running after me?” Eizlina shouted at that man, whom she had loved more than her own self. His infuriated gaze glowered at her shimmering eyes. “Wait a minute….” She bitterly chuckled, while stepping closer to him. “Is it because you want to keep me in your life as your mistress now?” his fists curled at her words. “So that you can force me to continue to open my legs for you, isn't it, Theron Elzaek?” She screamed at him. His jaw clenched, hearing her. “Fine, I will continue to open my legs for you, but now the only difference would be….” She got so close to him that their bodies grazed. “I will open them not just only for you but any man, who would……” he shut her up by aggressively grabbing a fist of her hair. Eizlina hissed in pain. Her body slammed against his. “The only man, who is allowed to touch, embrace and love you…..” he pushed his face closer to hers. “Is me, Eizlina Theron Elzaek….” husking those words, he smashed his mouth against hers. “Only me…Eizlin,” that name from his mouth shattered her heart. **************** Eizlina found her love in Theron, a widower, who forcefully married her just to satiate his vicious vengeance against her closed ones, but her love became a sin when his love and his deceased wife, Ivara, came back in their lives and claimed back everything, which had always been rightfully hers, including Theron and his love. So what would Eizlina do when she found out, the man, whom she had loved unconditionally and whose child was breathing inside her, had never considered her more than just the VEIL OF HIS FIRST LOVE? *DARK-ROMANCE*

His hot breath fanned my ear and I nearly died the moment the straps of my dress fell away. Revealing a part of myself that left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze that moved over me. I pride myself on decency, to always be appropriate but the way he clenched his jaw and ran his large hands on my thighs made me go. . . to hell with decency. Reaching out, the need to touch him no longer bearable, I traced the outline of his torso through the fabric of his shirt. But even that wasn't enough as my hands moved underneath the fabric to trace the muscles there. He shifted slightly away triggering a fear in me that I had done something wrong. However, the fear diminished when he removed the fabric- granting my eyes the chance to feast on seeing more of his skin. He moved forward peppering light kisses all over my neck and torso only to latch onto my nipple tugging gently on the hard nub. I cried out at the movement of his teeth and tongue as his hands kept me close hindering any chance to reduce the contact to damn near impossible. Reducing the contact was the last thing I wanted, especially considering how far we had come. . .