Miami The Kid

Abducted on her wedding day by a mysterious man who claimed she was his soul mate, Emma was thrust into an unknown world where nothing including her now growing attraction towards her captor make sense. Deciding she wasn't going to be a prisoner, she sought ways to escape but her captor wouldn't give her a chance. When the truth about her identity came to light, Emma was torn on who to trust, those who she had known all her life or her captor who was bent on claiming her.

Violet Anderson, a young artist, lived in LA with her best friend, Tracy Derwin. She was living a calm life and although she studied art, she was working in a small restaurant . Vincenzo Mercanti, a 26 years old bachelor, king of the mafia in both, USA and Italy, cold hearted, merciless killer that lived a wealthy life. One night, two incidents changed both their lives, when the mafia don wanted a little brunette to be his. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who is she?" I asked my best man, Giovanni. "I don't know. I came here with you man." He replied rolling his eyes. "I want her." I said. "What?" He turned abruptly and looked at me. "Bring her to me Gio or I'll kill you myself." I shot him a cold glare. "Okay."

In a world of wars and betrayals, a world of racism and injustice, a world that applies the law of the jungle, a world ruled by force, only the strong write history. Religions and beliefs multiplied, and there were many gods, each sect believes in the god it deems powerful. The strong been worshiped and the weak waits for someone to protect him ,All this has produced for us one belief that has become one of the pillars in all religions. Most religions adopt the idea of ​​the "Savior", which claims in short that the world will remain full of evil and corruption until the appearance of the "Savior" who will fill the earth with justice and equity... Perhaps our problem on this earth is that most people are waiting for someone to come to fix their societies, instead of doing it. This is the story of the man who came from the western land and became the "Savior" only to destroy this belief. The man who thirsts for power reached its highest levels, and there he found the absolute truth behind what is called good and evil. How did he transform from a hero and king looking for justice to a man thirsting for power and revenge, from an innocent man to a man who might stain his fists with the blood of the gods if necessary, from a weak man to a man who rules the heavens and what is below.

War is flaring across the region, down to a common enemy, the Alpha of the Night Shade Pack, on a mission to bring down all other packs. Alpha Jackson and Beta Cayden both lose their mates to the war. Both left in a state of bewilderment and mourning they continue to fight for the freedom of their pack. Alpha Jackson receives a prophecy from an elderly woman on pack telling him of a she-wolf with silver-white eyes that will bring the end of the suffering, that he shall be a part of this... along with others... only for him to dismiss it as senselessness... Evelyn is brought to Mystic Shadow Pack to assist in their battles against this mutual enemy, but in doing so catches the eyes of both the Alpha and the Beta, suddenly bringing meaning back to their lives as the battle against the Night Shade Pack rages on. Evelyn is urgently called back home where the war has returned. Only to witness the death of her newly realized fated mate, crumbling the dreams she had been building for so long. Fleeing she runs into the arms of a rogue... A rogue, but is there more to him? It would appear so... He returns her to The Mystic Shadow Pack only to find the Alpha... and the Beta... and things have changed... Was the prophecy the Alpha received as senseless as he first believed? Or was there some truth to the visions of the old woman?

It all started with the woman, named Vera and her dreams. Then, the secrets that lies beyond the beauty of the moon. Come and see, The Woman, The Dreams and The Moon on their full beauty and splendor.

The hospital suddenly called to inform me that the kidney I had been scheduled to receive had been transferred—by my husband—to his first love. I confronted him. He replied casually, "It's just one kidney. Are you really in such a hurry? Daphne needs it more, so let her have it first. You're not going to die anytime soon anyway!" I stood there holding the medical report proving he had uremia, and in that moment, my three-year marriage felt like a joke. Fine. He was right. I wasn't the one who was sick—so what was I rushing for?

Hindi mapupunta kay Shanna Cole ang lahat ng mana na iniwan ng kanyang mga magulang bago sila mamatay at mana ng kanyang lolo at lola kundi mapupunta lang ito sa kanyang step mother o charity kung hindi siya magpapakasal. Hindi man makatarungan na dahilan kaya walang magawa si Shanna Cole kundi ang maghanap ng lalaking magpapakasal sa kanya. Sa sobrang crush niya kay Xyvielle Mornett, kaya niligawan niya ito pero walang epekto sa kanya ang lalaki kaya sa sobrang despirada na makuha ang mana, kaya isa lang ang tamang paraan ang naisip niya. Ito ay kidnapin ang crush n'yang si Mornett para siya ay pakasalan. Magtagumpay kaya si Shanna Cole kung 60 days lang ang palugit ng kanyang lola para mahanap ang mapapangasawa niya? Paano kung pumayag ang lalaki na magpakasal sa kanya pero natuklasan ni Shanna na maling tao pala ang kinidnap niya. Handa na ba siyang mawalan ng mana o ipagpatuloy niya ang plano kahit ikakasal na sa iba ang taong natutunan na niyang mahalin?

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.

On my twenty-third birthday, my brother, Zackary Dixon, became the wealthiest man in the country. He threw a grand birthday party for the nanny's daughter, saying that she would be the Dixon family's favorite. At the same time, something went wrong with my artificial heart. I couldn't find a suitable one, only one month left in my life. Due to the torture of illness and great pressure, I had no choice but to call him. Hearing my cough, he coldly said, "At that time, you were afraid to get involved, and now you regret it?" My throat was sore. I stared at his expressionless face through the phone and laughed bitterly. "Zackary, three hundred thousand dollars is no big deal to you. Help me, OK?" Zackary sneered. I could hear his warm voice comforting Lillianna, "Voice phishing. It's fine." Of course, he was fine, because his sound beating heart was mine.

"You're my sister. I don't care if I'm drugged—this ain't it. You ain't my cure." Carlo Quaranta's eyes were shot red, chest heaving, but that rage? Way hotter than any craving. "Even if you make me marry you, I'll never love you." Vera Este didn't doubt it. Not for a second. He meant every damn word. Last time, she was the so-called "cure"... and it dragged her straight into marriage. She stared at his face—still young. Felt like it belonged to someone from a whole other life.