Oh That's A Dead God

In another time a strong woman is forced to make a choice. The consequences of her choice will form the lives and deaths of thousands of people. What becomes of the princess, when the men of the supernatural see her beauty?

Kael was a god once. Loved. Worshipped. Feared. But when he fell for a mortal girl, the heavens stripped him of his divinity and cursed him to roam the earth as the first werewolf—a beast feared by all. Worse, she wasn’t spared. Eira, his love, was bound to an endless cycle of reincarnation, each life erased of him. And in every lifetime, Kael finds her, only to lose her again. Now, centuries later, Eira is reborn as Lila in a modern world where packs rule the shadows and Kael reigns as an untouchable king. Drawn to him despite the danger, Lila begins to uncover pieces of a life she doesn’t remember and a love she can’t explain. But the gods are watching, and they will not allow Kael to defy them again. The heavens demand Kael let her go to break the curse. They promise him redemption, but Kael knows better. He has endured centuries of their cruelty, and this time, he will not bow. If they want her, they will pay in blood. Even if it costs him everything.

My ..father" is a strange man and he has some rules. 1. Don't bring to our home any boy or girl. 2. Don't drink or take drugs. 3. Do not take provocative clothes. 3. All the time say with whom you are and where you are. 4. Never walk alone at night. 5, And the last but most important never speak with a vampire. But I broke all rules in one night and find out his secret that Jack who have had grown me, was the vampire who killed my mother. I must run... run away from my most precious person because this love was born into a grudge.

I was hired to care for a sick child. I never saw his face. Never heard his voice. Until I stepped into the house of nightmares. Ezra Kade thought the job was simple, to take care of a bedridden heir hidden away in a mansion dripping with wealth and secrets. But the moment he crosses the threshold, he realizes he’s been fed a lie. The child isn’t a child. He’s a man. A man who watches him from the shadows. A man with a past written in blood. Kieran Valen survived the unthinkable—an accident meant to erase him from existence. For two years, he’s played the part of the broken, helpless heir, a puppet in his siblings’ twisted game. But Kieran isn’t weak. He isn’t helpless. And Ezra? Ezra just walked straight into the web, into his hands. In a house ruled by deception, where the walls whisper secrets and the floors are stained with the past, Ezra must decide… run, or let himself be caught. Because Kieran doesn’t just want a caretaker. He wants devotion. Obedience. Worship. And he’ll break Ezra apart to get it.

The convent was his safe haven. For Jerald, running away from the web of lies of his parents and not fully understanding why they had to do it but the pains from having been lied to clouded his vision and made him leave home. ************** Amari had lived most of her life in the convent and wondered what lies beyond the horizon of the church walls, longing for the outside but caving herself in the church until he came and within the spurs of the moment, showed her what it means to love and be loved back. *********** It's against the doctrine that a reverend sister is falling in love with a man who ought to become a priest, it was counted as the Devil's will and not of God.

Ariel Walker marries Jayson Larkin to save her adoptive brother. For three years, their marriage is kept a loveless, passionless secret. On the day she's diagnosed with a terminal illness, her husband sets off fireworks with his mistress to celebrate. When her adoptive brother is released from prison, he announces that the woman in his arms is the love of his life! Ariel decides to stop waiting when she sees the usually cold, stoic men boldly declare their love for other women. She gets a divorce, quits her job, and severs ties with her family… She picks up the pieces of her dream and goes from being a scorned housewife to a technological expert! One day, her secret identity and terminal illness are exposed. Her unruly adoptive brother comes to her with red-rimmed eyes. "Ari, can you call me your brother again?" The usually cold, ruthless Jasyon goes insane. "I'll give you my life to make up for what I've done, honey! Don't leave me…" Their love is too little, too late. Ariel has long since stopped caring…

DE GUIA SERIES 2: Love is Dead Cheating is never in Alyson's dictionary. Kilala siya sa angkan ng mga De Guia bilang dakilang Ambassadress ng Pag-ibig. Kaya naman emotera siyang nag-itim at nagpa-reserve ng puntod nang madiskubreng niloloko siya ng nobyong si Ramon - ang lalaking tunog-kanto ang pangalan pero may abs. Ang malaking problema niya: Paano siya magwawala at maghihisterya sa pait ng pag-ibig gayong Triple A lang ang karakas ng baterya niya? Sino ang tutulong sa kanya sa paglilibing ng feelings kung buntis at baliwag ang masasandalan niyang pinsan na si Erin? At paano siyang hindi madi-distract sa aali-aligid na bigote at abs ni Noonie Valderrama? Love is dead. Or does it really die?

From bestselling author Emily Goodwin comes the epic start to a sexy and exciting paranormal romance series... Never trust a vampire. I might have learned that lesson the hard way. But when I find myself in a vampire-owned bar, I don’t have much of a choice. With vampires still trying to assimilate into mainstream society, I’ve done Lucas King a favor by stopping one of his patrons from draining a human dry in the basement of his bar. A favor he'd prefer to repay in bed than in kind. Vampires and witches have had more than a jaded history, and when witches start showing up dead in surrounding covens, all signs point to something old and powerful. Something that knows the ways of the witches.Something--or someone--like Lucas. What's worse than trusting a vampire? Falling in love with one.Dead of Night a vampire/witch romance and is book one in the Thorne Hill series.

Grim Marie knows far too much about the wolves of the world, a world where little girls go missing. After all, she had married one before she/he showed his claws, and what that wolf did to her little girl was unforgiveable. Grim Marie isn’t certain if she can ever forgive herself for putting her Little Aleta in harm’s way. When Grandmother becomes ill, Aleta offers to take the bus through the concrete forest to Grandmother’s house to bring her some goodies. She knows the way. What could possibly go wrong? In this modern day retelling of Little Red Riding Hood, the wolf takes to the city streets to capture his prey, but the hunter is close behind him. With Grim Marie on the prowl, the hunter becomes the hunted. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

My father died of esophageal cancer. For the final two years of his life, he could barely swallow anything. By the time he passed, he was nothing but skin and bones. The first New Year after his death, he came to my mother in a dream. "I'm starving," he said. "I just want to taste the thick-cut steak you used to make." My mother believed it without question. That very day, she pan-seared a large platter of steak and carried it to his grave. The next morning, she suffered a sudden heart attack and died on the spot. Devastated, I handled my mother's funeral together with my husband. That same night, my husband dreamed of my father as well. "Chester," he said, "I haven't eaten in so long. I want your pâté, served with some strong liquor." When my husband woke up, he bought the finest liver pâté, opened a bottle of single-malt whiskey, and went straight to the grave. However, not long after returning home, he collapsed from acute liver failure. He was rushed to the ICU and died three days later. I was on the brink of collapse myself. I left my daughter in the care of a close friend while I tried to handle the endless wave of tragedy. That evening, my daughter never came home from school. I searched everywhere, and finally, on the road to the cemetery, I found her. She was clutching a bowl of spicy stew, several grilled sausages floating in the broth. "Mom," she said, "Grandpa and I used to eat this all the time. I dreamed he said he was hungry." I finally lost it. I knocked the bowl from her hands and carried her home. That night, my father appeared in my dream once more. "I suffered so much while alive," he said. "Have some pity on me. "New Year's is coming. I want to come home for a meal. Make sure you cook fish." I woke in terror. Holding my daughter, I sat before the three framed portraits for two full days without eating or drinking. On New Year's morning, I realized she was no longer breathing. Clutched tightly in her hand was a packet of spicy dried salmon. I could not believe it. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my mother, her eyes red with worry, said she was going out to buy steak.