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Being a poor part-timer, Tynan could only afford a rip-off version of the i-phone called the G-phone. Never in his wildest dreams would he think of getting married to his phone - to be more precise, the thing living in his phone. She claims to be the E-Ghost residing in the G-phone who surpasses AI like Cortana simply because she possesses intellect of her own. Meet Laura, the ghost that lives in a cell phone. Part spirit and part technology, she makes the perfect life companion Tynan could ever ask for. Their problem? The G-phone is on a one year warranty. While they are busy overcoming their dimensional love barrier, G-phone calls. They want to take the phone back. Can Tynan and Laura 'live' happily ever after? ***

Working in the Sex Industry isn't always what it's cut out to be. Some find love, like to cause chaos and others just simply try to get away with murder. = Six lives, one book and an endless rollercoaster of fun! = --- Amar lowers our hands, removing the gun from my grasp and he waits for Vanko to re-enter the room, passing him the murder weapon to dispose of. I feel Amar turn away from me and I turn to face him, wrapping my hand around his arm. When he comes to a halt and looks down at my hand, "What now?" I ask him. "You are free to leave." He says as he elevates his gaze to mine, staring me directly in the eyes.

“Miss Bella!” Saad ng isang kasamahan ko sa trabaho. “Nakalagay diyan ang bagong project mo.” Ika nito sabay lapag ng folder. Agent Snow got an assignment again. Hindi tulad ng ibang taong kailangan niyang bigyang serbisyo, ang isang ito ay hindi basta bastang tao. He is one of the dominant and well-known businessman in their country, an Ace! She entered a non-government military secret agency five years ago through the Ace of Hearts, Akihiro Leati Zhang-Hernández, a Chinese-Filipino businessman and a former military personnel. Being the most favored by the boss among the secret agents, she was envied by her colleagues and was often called as a snobbish frost. One day, the boss called her for another mission; aside from protecting a man, she was given the chance to dig clues of the accident that happened five years ago which she suspect is related to her. Assigned in protecting the Ace of Spades of the Asian business, Lance Joshua Villarreal-Sinclair, she was forced to enter the world of the elites where she found herself being dragged into the abyss of finding pieces of clues about her own identity.

Addie has been blessed with one of the five gifts from the moon goddess, however it doesn't seem like a blessing. It is a gift that follows a bloodline and only gets passed along when the one holding the gift dies. Left with no family and hunted for her gift, Addie has learned how to survive without a pack and without friends, packing up and moving on when someone gets too close. In a small town in Idaho, someone has figured out her secret and Addie is ready to go on the run again until she is given a choice, cooperate or watch her one friend die. Choosing the life of her friend, Addie becomes a prisoner, bred for her gift and her bloodline. Will she escape and find her true mate?

"Chris." The said man looked up at his mate and beta. One look,he understood what had happened. Without further ado,the man behind her walked out of the door closing it behind him. He stood up and stalked towards her. Grabbing her chin he said, "Darling, do you badly want to go outside and get taken by those men? They would sell you to a pimp house?! Why don't you just understand that I'm just trying to keep you safe?! Why can't you just stay here quietly?" Isabelle looked up into his eyes. He was taken aback by her boldness. No one ever dared to look into this eyes but it was to be expected after all, she was his mate. His equal. "What good is this place? At least out there, I won't be confined like a fucking prisoner! I so much hate this place. I can't breathe normally. It's all so suffocating! There's no one to keep me company, no phone no nothing. You as well, oh yeah, you treat me like I'm some disease that you'll contract if you get close to me. Like a plague! But don't you worry, cause I'm very happy with that behaviour. But at least just let me live my normal life. Why can't I just do that?!" She yelled tears trickling down her face. Chris who couldn't bear to see her cry moved his hands from her chin pulling her into his embrace. She fought against him for a while before she later calmed down and just sobbed into his cloth. "I'll let you go out. I'll give you my phone to use for the meantime. Just please stop crying." He whispered his voice breaking. He leaned to his table and took his phone sliding it into her pocket.

“No one can see me. No one can touch me. No one can judge my actions. I was an invisible man to them, to everyone.” Emersyn ‘Emery’ Callista Dela Torre or also known as the number one ‘freak’ in Willow High School. She was labeled a freak because of her ability to see ghost but they didn’t know its something much more than just seeing ghost. Emery is a ghost hunter of Ghost Hunter For Hire, a company that gives ghost hunting services. “One slash of this knife through your neck and you’ll reduce to ashes.” She is a capable ghost hunter. She always gets the job done. But one mission, she was in danger from getting killed and raped by a ghost but then she was saved by another ghost. How ironic. A ghost hunter saved by a ghost. And what’s this? The ghost wants to stay at her house?!

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."

I've failed to conceive despite being married for two years. Initially, I think it's because there's something wrong with me. I take various medications and undergo treatment. The night that I want to ask my husband, Sebastian Lockwood, to go for a check at the hospital, a voice appears in my mind. "He's not Sebastian! Sebastian's already been dead for three years!"

Elina Salim atau lebih di kenal sebagai Elina Vladimira Shaqueela Verischa Evrenera Roux biasa di panggil Eline yang mempunyai kemampuan unik yang membuat organisasi-organisasi gelap menginginkannya dan memanfaatkan kemampuan uniknya dan beruntung ada seseorang yang selalu melindunginya

Zelena spent her life as a punching bag—for her father’s fists, for her classmates’ cruelty. Survival was her only purpose… until he walked in. ~ Gunner is everything she shouldn’t dare to want: towering, devastatingly handsome, with piercing blue eyes that strip away her defenses. He shouldn’t have noticed her—a shadow in a world that had long since discarded her. Yet he sees her. Truly sees her. ~ But why? Why would a man like him risk everything to shield her from the darkness? As their connection deepens, Zelena uncovers a terrifying truth—one that forces her to question not just Gunner’s motives, but the very essence of what she is… ~ ************WARNING************ This title includes scenes of abuse, extreme violence, mutilation, bullying, torture, death and sexual activities. ********************************** Excerpt ********************************** “Mine” I growled lowly as I inserted my finger. I want to make this last. She was warm and moist, her skin soft and inviting. She put her arm over my back, digging her nails into my skin, she pulled me down so that my body was on top of her. “More” she whispered biting onto my earlobe. She tugged at my boxers pulling them down over my ass, I slid them down my legs to my ankles and kicked them off. My throbbing erection was pressed against her dripping s*x. I kissed her mouth rough and fast, taking her tongue in my mouth and giving her mine. “Are you ready?” I whispered...