Math-u-see

Mary can see beings from the other side where most people don't. Her ability causes her to have a hard time growing up. She always thought that it was a gift to see the paranormal entities around us. But it turns out to be a curse since she can't live a normal life. Her only mistake is that she started talking to that spirit and even gave him a name. She called the ghost, Angel. The reason for that name is because he always keeps her safe. He always makes sure that there will be nobody who can hurt her. Until she saw his real face… Then, she will meet another interesting man, Gregory, who happens to be a vampire. He will save her from the hands of the angel of death who is pretending to be her friend. Gregory has to save her from Angel because she will make a perfect wife for a lonely vampire. Will Mary agree to the vampire's marriage proposal? Or will she choose to go back to the land of the living?

Maximus is the true monster of your nightmares. His beast has to be kept locked away or it will cause destruction in there path. He is the monster that disappears right before your very eyes and you will never see him coming. But what about the girl who sees it all. Will she be enough to conquer a monster or will she put herself in danger by trying?

" How about I burst your bubble?" With that I landed my hot fists on his handsome face, causing the Billionaire Godlike man to stagger on his feet. " Let's see who lick whose shoes then.." I smirked and pulled him by the collar of his shirt. "Kiss the floor I walk on, Wesley Cooper."

"Mr. Owl you're like a sun that shine brightly to everyone, people can see and feel it but they can not touch it no matter what unless they're not afraid getting themselves burn. With such a distinguished family, status and power that you own it's easier to kill me with a lil touch as if to crush an ant. I have no reason not to be afraid of you."

J'ai été infectée par l'aconit lunaire, une maladie chronique, et j'ai fait face à la mort. Mais le seul antidote, la Panacée rouge, a été acheté par mon compagnon Léo et offert à ma demi-sœur Jeanne, simplement parce qu'il pensait que je faisais semblant d'être malade. J'ai abandonné le traitement conservateur et avalé des analgésiques puissants. Le prix à payer : ils me tueraient en trois jours, en faisant atrophier mes organes. Durant ces trois jours, j'ai tout abandonné : Quand j'ai offert ma filature, bâtie de mes propres mains, à Jeanne, mes parents m'ont félicitée : « Enfin, Viviane sait aimer sa sœur. » Quand j'ai proposé à Léo de rompre notre lien, il a souri : « Tu deviens enfin compréhensive. » Quand j'ai ordonné à mon fils d'appeler Jeanne « Maman », le petit a ri : « Jeanne est la plus gentille du monde ! » Lorsque j'ai transféré toutes mes économies à Jeanne, personne n'a perçu l'anormalité. Ils ont simplement hoché la tête, satisfaits : « Viviane n'est plus aussi mauvaise qu'avant. » Mais après ma mort, regretteraient-ils leurs actions ?

Three years after our breakup, I never thought I’d see Connor Rogers again. He was no longer the ordinary man I once knew. Now, he was the head of a powerful corporation. And me? I was broke, scraping by every day just to survive. All the love I once felt for him had turned into hatred, every ounce of pain tracing back to him. I straddled him, naked, driving him wild with desire. Leaning down, I whispered in his ear, “Give me the contract.” The moment his eyes clouded over, I knew I had won. The smile I gave him was one I had rehearsed a hundred times, until it looked real. No one could see what lay behind it: my mother’s death, and the baby I lost at eight months in my womb—our child. Now he was begging me to come back, even defying his family for me. But I... hesitated.

He was a king in a world of blood and power. She was the secret he couldn’t see coming. Adrian Moretti never believed in love—until Isabella walked into his life, soft and deadly, making his cold heart burn for the first time. But on their wedding day, the world he thought he knew crumbles in an instant. His father is murdered. Gunfire tears through the Moretti Villa. Trust is shattered, and vengeance becomes his only path. As Adrian rises to claim his place as the next Moretti king, he faces enemies everywhere—some he can see, and some hiding behind the people he loves most. And Isabella… she is more than she seems. Loyal? Innocent? Or the very threat that could destroy everything he holds dear? In a world where love is dangerous and betrayal is deadly, Adrian must navigate passion, power, and a web of lies that could consume him—or make him unstoppable. The day love lied to him, everything changed. And now, nothing will ever be the same.

Three nights. That was all it was supposed to be. A reckless vacation and a stranger who knew my body too well. I gave him a fake name and a fake life all to match my story– and I promised myself never to see him again. But how cruel was my fate. Because the man who ruined me with his mouth and hands, his crazy, sinful promises, is now standing in my living room. My husband's brother Now he is under my roof, sharing family dinners, and brushing past me with every possible opportunity he gets with a look that betrays our secrets. I should feel guilty, but instead, I want more. My husband loves me but not enough to see me. And his brother? Well, he is the one thing I cannot have again–yet he's the only one who makes me feel alive. What happens when secrets between the sheets turn to lies that could tear me and my family apart?

Ariana had spent a long time on a slave boat. All she knew in life was fighting for survival. Lorenzo spent his entire life either preparing to be the king or being the king. When they see each other for the first time sparks fly as a king can't be mated to a slave girl ... Will they find happiness when their world collide?

I was the prime suspect in the notorious murder of my parents-in-law in Cardinal City. The one who arrested me was my wife—Linda Reese, the police chief. While the verdict was still pending, the killer struck again. The new victim was murdered with the same savage cruelty. Linda knelt before me, begging me to tell her the truth. I told her I didn’t know. The victims’ families screamed, demanding that I be carved into pieces. Three months later, Linda found me beside a garbage bin, bringing with her a memory-decoding device. Her hands trembled as she pressed two thin needles into my temples. “I’m sorry, Finn. I know you’re not the killer. I just want this slaughter to end. I don’t want anyone else to die. Let everyone see your memories—let them see what really happened back then.” But when she finished watching my memories, she collapsed to the ground, utterly broken, and fell to her knees.