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At eight months pregnant, my younger sister, Reina York, pushed me down the stairs, causing me to go into early labor.  At the hospital, I called Xavier Morales, but he answered with an impatient scoff. "What do you expect me to do about it? Stop bothering me." Xavier hated me, and he never wanted our child. Our baby girl was born, but despite the doctors doing everything they could, she did not make it. I called Xavier repeatedly, but he coldly hung up on me every time. Then, just moments later, I saw Reina's latest social media post. Xavier was there with her, smiling like he did not have a care in the world. He had completely abandoned me just to be with Reina. Even when our baby was cremated, they were still posting about their love like nothing had happened.  I did not scream, nor did I cry—I just packed my bags and left.

Hidup penuh dengan unsur kemisterian membuatkan kehidupannya terumbang-ambing. Sekejap ke sini kemudian sekejap ke sana. Seorang demi seorang yang wujud dalam hidupnya sehingga terjadinya cinta empat segi tanpa sengaja. "Aara, you will be mine. I fall in love with you, my dear." - AHMED IVANDER Tanpa dia sedar, dirinya sudah membuatkan lelaki yang merupakan majikannya sendiri jatuh hati pada dirinya dalam diam. Walhal lelaki itu sudah berumah tangga. "Saya mohon. Bagilah saya peluang. Peluang terakhir." - ARIF HALFI Munculnya suami yang tidak menjadi membuatkan kehidupannya semakin bercelaru. Dirinya sendiri buntu. "Aku nampak air mata kau jatuh. And you can't lie to me. Don't be a liar. I hate it." - RERY EL-SHARIF Berjumpa pula dengan seorang lelaki yang suka menyakitkan hati. Bertambah-tambah serabut hidupnya begini. "Apa yang aku tahu, Tuhan uji kau sebab Tuhan tau yang kau kuat." - RAE EL-SHARIF Si adik kepada lelaki yang menyakitkannya itu pandai pula menenangkan hatinya. Tapi tidak kekal. Tak lama itu, Rae bersikap dingin dengannya. Dia sendiri tidak tahu apa kesilapannya pada lelaki itu. "Aku akan kembali dekat kau. Kau tunggu aku..." - RERY EL-SHARIF Air mata menjadi teman setiap kehidupannya hariannya. Siapa yang sebenarnya berjaya menghuni hatinya? Dan kenapa hidupnya perlu ada perpisahan? Tidak layakkan untuk dia bahagia?

Aamiya had gone inside, and was sitting in the lounging areas when Asfand entered and took a seat beside her. His face was wiped off of any emotions. "Did you give your number to Ahmed?" Asfand inquired, not quite looking at her. "No, not yet." Aamiya replied, turning towards him. "But I like, like him a lot." She continued. When Asfand turned toward her, the hurt was evident in his dark eyes. "You can't." Asfand mumbled as he stood up. Aamiya also got up, behind him and stopped him from moving by holding his hand. "Why?" She asked. "Why can't I? What is it that I'm not aware of?" She shouted. Asfand turned and grabbed her by her shoulders. "Because you are my wife."...... If you want to know more about this story,keep reading!

I was on a business trip out of town when I got a text from my neighbor. [Can you and your husband keep it down? Also, one of your undies fell onto my balcony.] Shocked, I opened the photo she had sent. The underwear wasn't even my style, but it matched the one I'd seen in my husband's online shopping cart. He'd told me it was a gift for me, but I remember noticing the size—it was one size larger than mine. When confronted with the neighbor's message, my husband swore that the house must've been broken into and claimed the intruder left the item behind. But something about his story didn't sit right, so I decided to dig further. That was when I stumbled upon his social media. His latest post was just three words. [I bought this.] It was paired with a photo of a lingerie gift set. Beneath it, there was a comment. [I'm wearing it.] Attached was a picture of a woman's legs—and the unmistakable background of my living room. The evidence was undeniable. I packed up the underwear and brought it straight to the police. "My husband says our house was broken into. This was left behind by the intruder, and it might have DNA on it."

Sophia is the latest beta in the Blood Moon Pack, when she learns of the betrayal by James, her boyfriend. And Sophia knows the evil plan that James has for Alpha Xavier. When Sophia tries to run away from James, she learns that Alpha Xavier and James are her mates. And things get really hard with another truth from the past starting to come to light.

In a post apocalyptic world, where staying alive is an impossibility, home is in the Compound, surrounded by prison cells and strangers that are family. Keeping them safe is my priority but its hard to keep my focus when she wont leave me alone. Shes too young, too innocent to be tainted by me and yet I cant keep my eyes off of her. Things get really difficult the day we return from our latest mission, and now its impossible to ignore her, but I have to keep her alive if I want any chance of corrupting her.

The sequel to The Snow Storm tells the story of Owen, the son and brother of the infamous killers at the now well known motel, dubbed the Murder Motel. Owen is just trying to live a normal life, thinking that he has finally managed to put the past behind him, when a new string of disappearances seem to suggest that he is carrying on in his late father's footsteps. But when a copy cat killer goes so far as to frame him for the murders, he needs all the help that he can get to clear his name. That is where journalist Kate Lyston comes in. She believes that he is innocent and works along side of him to prove it. Will they fall in love at the Murder Motel, or will she be it's latest victim?

During the exchange of tokens in the Marking Ceremony, I presented the wolf tooth ring I had carved myself, as a witness to our marking. But my Alpha mate, Frendo, remained completely indifferent, not releasing any marking aura, as though he had entirely forgotten that today was the day of our spiritual bonding ceremony. At that moment, Lily updated her Instagram, saying she would be returning to the Sliver Lake Pack in an hour. The air immediately filled with the restless scent of wolves, and before I could react, my Beta brother, George, stepped onto the ceremony stage and emotionlessly announced, "The Marking Ceremony is canceled." Frendo and George, in perfect synchronization, turned and left the altar together, leaving me standing alone, under the watchful eyes of all the Pack members. They wanted to see how a one-person marking ceremony would proceed. It wasn’t until I held back my inner frustration and awkwardly finished the ceremony with some semblance of dignity that I opened Lily’s Instagram. In her latest photo, George and Frendo were both surrounding her, releasing intimate signals. One was holding a silver moon festival gift box, while the other offered her a moonlight rose, her favorite. I bitterly smiled and wiped away the tears from my eyes before calling the one family that truly mattered, my flesh and blood. "Dad, Mom. I want to go home."

Sarah Killian is not your average thirty-year-old single woman. Foul-mouthed, mean-spirited, and a text-book-case loner. Also, she is a Professional Serial Killer. But a wrench is thrown into the clockwork of Sarah's comfortable lifestyle when, on her latest assignment, she is forced to take on an apprentice, Bethany—a bubbly, perky, blonde with a severe case of verbal-vomit. In short, Bethany is everything Sarah is not. Will Sarah be able to adjust and work with her new apprentice, or will she break her contract with T.H.E.M. and murder the buxom bimbo? ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

By the fifth year of my marriage to Noah Lester, everyone insisted that I, Emma Newman, was his eternal muse. But I knew the truth. Behind my back, Noah cycled through a parade of fresh-faced, eager lovers. He even flaunted them at social gatherings, swapping one for another with shameless ease. When friends teased him—"Didn’t you swear Emma was the love of your life? Why the revolving door of mistresses?"—he’d just laugh, arms slung around his latest conquests. "Once you’ve caught your muse the glow fades. Give me someone new and tender any day—at least they keep things exciting." So I began plotting my escape. What Noah never realized was that I had grown tired of him, too. Tired of this life, of these performances. I was done.