Lord Of Water

When two kingdoms stand on the verge of war, a young girl is forced into marriage to keep the peace. Nevaeh, Princess of Walreece is to be wedded to the Lord of Gavaria against her wishes and she plots to ensure the marriage doesn't pull through. But what happens when all her efforts get flushed down the drain with the Lord of Gavaria intent on wedding her? Is it solely for the purpose of peace or are there other reasons he needs this union to work?

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below filled with ivory remains. With determination etched on his face, he proclaimed, "The debt owed shall be repaid in blood!"

It was forbidden for a Silverado to marry a lycan, Ulva a young teenage girl travel to Mexico high school to study, on getting there she fell in love with the lycan lord Xavier, Xavier fell in love with her and he was always very jealous whenever he sees another person around her. Xavier had a girlfriend Fenrir who wanted to kill Ulva but her friends were always with her. The lycan lord became very obsessed with her. J- Huk a transfered student from the south Korea high school who is the lord of the J- Huk pack came and and fell in love with her, the two rival fought to win her, it is only the most powerful alpha that will succeed in this quest to find love

Rejected by her Mate and being torn between two Realms, one where she grew up as a Water Elemental and healer and one where she is a werewolf Princess by birthright, Amaya Ricci will need to choose between her Alter ( Mate) and family.

STORY BLURB: “50 million dollars! Sold!” The auctioneer announced. Right there, I was sold out to my worst nightmare, Mafia Lord Vincenzo. The story is centered on Melissa, who lost her parents at a tender age, and was taken in by her aunt. She was maltreated by both her aunt, and her cousin. Melissa was then sold out to an auctioneer, and was bought by Mafia Lord Vincenzo, who was feared by all, and known to be ruthless, and cold. Could her innocence, and pure heart, ever thaw the cold, and feared Mafia Lord’s heart, or her smile would forever disappear, after being sold to him?

She was sold by her ruthless father to the powerful mafia lord, Lorenzo as an alliance to get back at Giovanni, their archenemy. Being a pawn in their games of power and dominance, Isabella had no choice than to play along. Amidst the power tussle, lies and deceit, she finds herself falling helplessly for the mafia Lord, who only wanted her for his pleasures and business.

I fell in love with the nanny's son. After boldly pursuing him, he reluctantly agreed to marry me. But I never expected his young lover to storm into my home like a madwoman, prying my mouth open to pour scalding water down my throat, pressing me into a sink full of dirty water, and finally pushing me down the stairs. My husband stood by my hospital bed, looking at my broken body with disdain. "Irene, every moment with you makes me sick," he spat, barely able to hide his impatience for my death. Yet, when I finally died, he sobbed uncontrollably in public, playing the role of the devoted, heartbroken husband. "Irene, don't leave me! You have no idea how much I wanted to die with you!" At that, I spoke softly from behind him. "Is that so?"

I'm discovered by a man who's gone fishing early in the morning. I'm caught on his hook, but he can't pull me up, no matter how hard he tugs. He comes closer to see me floating in the water and is terrified. He runs off to call the police, leaving his fishing pole behind. When the police get me out of the water, I'm hanging on by a thread. Even the doctors who participate in my rescue think they can't save me. When they call my husband and tell him to come sign some forms, he tells me he doesn't have time for that. He's busy making a hot drink for his true love, who has a cold. Later, he bawls his eyes out and begs me to spare him another glance.

As my due date approaches, my husband's precious mistress falls into the water at a banquet. After being rescued, she immediately accuses me of pushing her. To "avenge" her, he throws me into a modified stainless steel water tank. I beg him, pleading for the sake of our unborn children. But he only sneers. "Don't try to use the babies to guilt me! You've still got a week before you're due. I know exactly how vicious you are—any child of yours would be just as rotten. Stay in there and reflect on your behavior. I'll let you out when you finally admit you're wrong!" Five days later, my husband returns home from a night out with his mistress, calling for me to come downstairs and serve them, as always. He doesn't know that my babies and I have already rotted beyond recognition.

Fresh from a business trip, my husband swept me into his arms and pulled me toward the bathroom for a passionate shared bath. As our lips met in a dizzying kiss, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye: the toilet lid was down. Seven years ago, after reading an online article claiming that men urinating while standing could splash bacteria onto the seat, he insisted we always keep the lid up for hygiene's sake. In all our years of marriage, it had never been lowered until now. A chill ran through me. The bathroom was pristine, not a stray hair in sight. But then I noticed the shower's water temperature was set five degrees higher than the 98.6°F he always preferred. Men preferred cooler water, and women warmer. In an instant, I realized that Nick Doyle had betrayed me.