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“Damn it, Viola! Do you even hear yourself? You’re miserable, and you’re pretending it’s normal!” Logan says, clenching his fists beside him. I drag in a shaky breath. “What do you want me to do, Logan? Just leave my marriage?” “Yes!” I freeze. He steps closer. “Leave. And let me love you the way you deserve.” *** She thought heartbreak was the worst thing he could do to her. Then he came back. Three years ago, Logan Reynolds chose ambition over love, leaving Viola McCoy behind—and breaking her heart in the process. Determined to move on, she made a choice—one that led her into the arms of Julian Cruz, a man who vowed to love her but only saw her as a means to an end. Now, trapped in a loveless marriage, Viola endures the whispers, the neglect, and the bruises she hides beneath designer sleeves. But when Logan returns as the new CEO of Reynolds Publishing—her boss—Viola’s carefully constructed world begins to crack. He sees through her forced smiles and polite lies. He soon realizes the woman he left behind is still fighting to be heard. Logan is determined to save her. Viola? She’s certain she can’t be saved. But in the middle of stolen glances, midnight confessions, and the words they can’t say out loud, one question remains: Can love be rewritten, or are some stories doomed to end the same way twice?

He is my only chance at freedom. She is the daughter of my enemy. Will their love survive? Zain As the Sultan of one of the most powerful countries in the Middle-East, I need to find my Sultana. But I don’t intend to have heirs or even get married. Until I stumbled into Nasrin Elbaz. I cannot resist her. So I will claim her as mine. My Sultana. My Wife. My Lover. I, Sultan Zain Al Latif, will propose to Princess Nasrin for a marriage. If she rejects me… Well, I have been told I can be quite persuasive and demanding when I want to be. Nasrin He is a Sultan and I am the Princess of the country he is nemesis with. I don’t belong in his wealthy country that bleeds gold and his Palace. I am trying to hold on to what little freedom I have. No way can I fall for some dirty talking or his obsidian eyes curling with hunger whenever he sees me. Even if my body craves his tender touch and his sinful mouth. I have to get my freedom and find a way to escape the proposals of marriage. Without his help, thank you very much. “I am asking you to marry me.” “Are you asking or ordering, Sultan?” “I am asking, Princess.” I smiled at her. “For now.”

Katrienair Paine was born as a human. Her life was a big mess of betrayal, sickness and deciet. She knew she was different among her human friends but things didn't become clearer until she died. Her rebirth into the demons world marked the beginning of her self discovery. In a kingdom where she lived as a rogue, she was smitten by the demon prince. She had a purpose. She was a spy bent on destroying the demons, the crown prince himself is her prince charming. He was so obsessed of her that he won't care about her species. What happens when the crown prince discover his girl was the leader of the coven waging war against his kingdom? Will obsession turn into love? Will possessiveness turn into protectiveness? Will Katrienair achieve her purpose, even as a rogue?

As my murderer's claws tear into my abdomen inch by inch, my father and brother are seated in our family's banquet hall. They're celebrating Carly's 18th birthday and coming-of-age. "You'll always be my little girl." "Happy birthday, Carly." They light 18 pink candles for her. On top of the exquisite red velvet cake is a wolf figurine that they carved for her, and there are well wishes and laughter all around. Meanwhile, I'm curled up in a sewer filled with liquid silver as I bleed to death. My phone has been crushed, and I can't get out. I can only cry for help. A few days later, my father and brother show up together at the autopsy room. My brother stands by the operating table with a scalpel. He slices open the body and sews it back up like it's nothing. My father just covers his nose as he shoots a disgusted glance at my body. He urges my brother to hurry up with the autopsy report. "The victim is a young female wolf presumed to be of pure lineage. Before her death, she was subjected to prolonged captivity and torture. Her throat is nearly severed, her cervical spine is dislocated, and her chest cavity has collapsed. She was also injected with liquid silver before death." Hearing the report, my father looks so calm that it's just like a case study of no consequence. Neither of them can recognize that the body belongs to me—their daughter and sister!

Jonathan Silvercloud: I'm your everyday 22-year-old billionaire tech genius. What young, extremely intelligent billionaires aren't that common? Guess that's only in comics. Also, like in comics, the most intelligent man or werewolf in the room doesn't find love. Or so I thought till Persephone Fayte landed a summer internship with my company. Persephone Fayte: I just landed my dream job. Okay, so it's a summer internship. Please don't rain on my parade. My sister and her mate are finally letting me leave Sicily and Europe! America and Silvercloud Industries, here I come! I'm ready to show everyone at Silvercloud what I am made of. I thought I was prepared for anything. I was unprepared for Jonathan Silvercloud. Also Including Two Short Side Stories: Cult Of Love (Rohan Rock & Shikoba Thorn) & Spy Games (Cillian MacCarthy & Tomila Đurić) The Genius Delta is the fourth full-length book in the Bloodmoon Pack series. You can read this as a standalone or in series order. Bloodmoon Pack Series: Book 1 - Alpha Logan Book 2 - Betas Surprise Mate Book 3 - The Reluctant Alpha Bloodmoon Novella - The Hunted Hunter Book 4 - The Genius Delta Bloodmoon Spinoff Series The Incubi Pack Series: Book 1 - Alpha of Nightmares Book 2 - The Hybrid Alpha Book 3 - Dream Mate Book 4 - Beta's Innocent Mate

That winter, the Silver Moon Pack holds its annual ski hunt. An avalanche strikes without warning, and the three of us are trapped in a lift pod. There's only one thermal suit left. My mate, Ryan Mercer, gives the thermal suit to me. I survive, but his childhood sweetheart, Eve Hurst, is buried forever beneath the endless white of the mountain. No body is ever found. However, he gazes at me with devotion and says, "Celine Bartlett, you are the love of my life." I soak in those words, believing them. But I have no idea this is the beginning of my nightmare. For the next five years, he speaks to me only with cruelty. "You killed Eve. You're a murderer!" He locks me in the basement and whips me with lashes soaked in wolfsbane. Then, he pretends to show pity and feeds me with a silver fork. When I refuse, he stabs me with silver nails across my legs, carving deep red lines into my skin. "This is what you owe her, and you will repay it!" When I ask for a reject, he stabs a silver dagger into my chest, dragging me into death with him. When I open my eyes, I find myself back on the day of the avalanche. This time, I hand the survival gear to Eve without hesitation. This time, I owe her nothing. And now, I want to see whether they will get their happy ending without me around.

An actress, a detective and his assistant. Set in time when long distance communication is done through letters, Detective Tevyat, with his assistant Jack, must investogate a string of murders that has one fixed factor: Auria Martinez. They must catch the killer before the killer kills her.

Love is twisted. It twists two souls together to form one. When Aviana and Kayden get married due to the blackmail by Adam Walker, they don't expect to find a bond of friendship to form between them. But as the cheerful nature of the young college girl attracts the workaholic and the loyalty of the latter pulls the former closer, they both realize that they both can not just stay away from each other. Aviana and Kayden weren't sure if they would even like to see each other after the six months of marriage. But sometimes, something unexpected is just what you need to have a happily ever after. . .

On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]

I'm a special kind of courier. Instead of packages, I transport beautiful women. I drop them off at designated locations and pick them up afterward. Each round trip earns me a thousand dollars. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that my crush would climb into my car one day. What's more, she'd brought my sister along, saying they wanted to make some quick money together.