Malachi Barton Blonde Hair

It was a small pull, that had her confused at first, but kept bothering her like a strand of hair attached to your arm that you can't find and remove. When she focused on it, the pull drove her to touch his chest lightly. She cleared her mind to make sense of the foreign sensation that spoke to her and when she did, it was strange and dark. He was calling for fire. ---- Brianna is a witch that tends to the needs of nature by controlling the four elements. Nathaniel is a phoenix assigned to her village by a mysterious and suspicious organization, the Council. He is a master of fire, unwaveringly dedicated to his life's work. She is an untamable force of nature. Can their unexpected encounter alter the path of fate?

After I was abducted by human traffickers, fate led me into the care of a young man.He sacrificed his spot at Harvard University to provide for my education.For my sake, he committed a grave act that landed him behind bars. Once he reunited me with my family, he willingly stepped out of my life. In that tumultuous year, I scoured the world in search of him, nearly driven to madness.When I finally found him, he ignored and pushed me away. In disappointment, I departed, only to stumble upon a surprising revelation -The very person who always claimed I was a burden had secretly kept the hair tie I lost when I was sixteen for many years.

He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled slowly. “Celeste, you know Isabella has been sick for years.” “Yes, I know,” I said bitterly. “I know because you remind me every single day.” He ignored the edge in my voice. “She’s not getting better. The doctors said she probably has a year left.” I swallowed hard. “And how does that concern me?” “She has one last wish,” he said quietly. “She wants to get married before she dies.” He wants to divorce me and remarry me after a year, but that’s nonsense! I’m tired of this marriage. This divorce isn’t a joke to me; I’m taking it seriously.

Wolves and humans have been connected since the beginning of time, so why do the human's continue to encroach on our territory? Talia just couldn't understand how they had gotten so far away from their roots? She has more pressing matters to worry over. She's been watching the humans getting closer and closer to her pack's home and still doesn't have an answer as to how to stop their progress. What's worse, she can't quite keep her eyes from roaming over one of their males. Dark hair, chiseled face and unique eyes almost purple in color... How is she going to stop the humans when she can't quit drooling over one of them??

She heard people running in the distance, and in an instant, she was pinned to the floor. The young girl cried out in pain and fear. As he made her stand up, she fell back down because of the force of his slap. Blood dripped from her lips, and she couldn't stand up because she felt dizzy. He grabbed her hair and said, "You're such a little fox. You'll learn not to lie to me again." The little girl cried out in pain because of the pressure on her head. The king put her on his shoulder as he and five of his soldiers and his beta went back to his tent. "The poor thing, she's dead." Said one of the soldiers in a whisper

When my grandma is on her deathbed, she tells me hoarsely that her only wish is to see me get married. I keep crying to the point that I can barely utter a word. That's when my entire family turns to look at my boyfriend, Robert Fuller. Robert lets out a small sigh before wiping my tears off my face gently. Then, he leads me out of the ward. But as soon as the door is closed behind us, his expression goes cold. "Clary, we've been together for seven years. You know I hate getting forced into doing things by others the most. "Love is something that occurs by nature. It shouldn't be forced to happen just because others have opinions on how it should go." He strokes my hair comfortingly. "Let's not rush our marriage, hmm? Why don't we breach this topic again once things in my company go steady after it gets listed. What do you think? "Anyway, I have a meeting to attend at night. You should deal with your family for the time being. I'll bring you a gift when I visit you tonight." Before I can respond to Robert, he turns on his heel and leaves with his secretary, Mikayla Glenn. The moment they enter the elevator, I witness Mikayla standing on her tiptoes so that she can arrange Robert's tie for him skillfully. Robert never turns her away. After wiping my tears away, I return to the ward and take Grandma's hand with a smile. "Don't worry, Grandma. I'll get married in three days. Before I get married, I want you to do my hair for me."

Nyx is a dangerous and sexy femme fatale, trained from childhood by a ruthless alpha who turned her into a weapon; to seduce and kill. She follows orders without question, especially when he promises her the one thing she’s always wanted: to be reunited with her mother. When her master sends her on a last mission to kill Kael, Blackwood, the alpha of a rival pack, she accepts without question. But nothing could prepare her for what happens next. After tracking Kael to a smoky bar on the edge of pack territory exactly as planned, Nyx finds him seated alone, dark hair, golden eyes with alpha energy. She seduces him but just as she’s about to strike, the door slams open, and in walks another man with the same face, dark hair, and golden eyes. Nyx realizes too late that her target was a twin and she’d seduced the wrong twin. Now she’s caught between the man she was sent to kill and the brother who already wants her. And neither is letting her go. Kael is her mate; dominant, brooding, and impossible to resist. Rowan is cold, dangerous, and magnetic. And then there’s Zane, the third brother; wild, seductive, and tempting in all the wrong ways. Surrounded by three powerful alpha brothers who want her in different ways. Trapped in a tangled web of lies, desire, and fate, her deadly mission goes out of control. Now she must seduce her way through secrets, betrayal, and burning passion. Every touch with the brothers pulls her deeper into their world. With the mate bond growing stronger and her mother’s life hanging in the balance, Nyx faces a deadly choice; betray the men fate chose for her or lose the only true family she has left.

“I...I’ve never had an orgasm before!” I blurt out, backing away a few steps. He sits up, dark hair ruffled and messy from the fingers I ran through it. His eyes, once wide, slowly darken. “You what?” He breathes. *** Running from a dark past, a girl stumbles into a territory ran by a notorious Alpha. He's cold, dangerous and poisons her, forcing her into his proximity. But she harbours a dark secret, which when revealed to the wrong people, causes her to become tied to the Alpha in an arranged marriage that reveals more about them than anticipated... Including the bond they share when they touch. And the Alpha too has a secret, an obsession. For her.

“Do you mean you are a virgin?” “Yes,” “Yes what?” “I.am.a.virgin.” I said holding a tendril of my hair shyly. “One week.” “For?” “I give you one week to come to terms with all these. After one week, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you, dear wife.” *** Trapped in a royal betrothal, Zara hates Zack. Zack loathes Zara. Thus, they won't consummate the marriage or follow any sort of tradition. To punish them, the Queen sends them on a journey to Island Formentera. However, a shipwreck leaves them stranded— stuck with each other. Will they go home and face the enemies of the royal household together? Or be swallowed by each other's pride?

I hated the heroine. Now I am her. When nineteen-year-old Ashley slips in the bathroom and dies with popcorn in her hair and a love letter unsent, she wakes up inside the worst romance novel she’s ever read as Arianna Salvatore, the pathetic, weepy female lead she couldn’t stand. The catch? Everyone thinks she faked a suicide attempt to win back Damian, her cruel, emotionally unavailable husband. And her sister? She’s gunning for him next. Ashley wants out. But the book has other plans and if she’s going to survive this twisted love triangle, she’ll have to rewrite the story herself. Goodbye, tragic heroine. Hello, chaos.