Physics For Scientists And Engineers With Modern Novels & Stories

“Her blood can save the world… or burn it to ash.” Nineteen-year-old Neemah has never truly belonged, not to the Riverdane wolf clan that raised her, not to the human world she barely remembers. But when the pack council discovers her father was a vampire, she’s sent to the Academy of Supernaturals to learn what she really is: a dhampire. Among the faes, witches, vampires, and shifters, Neemah stands alone, in a place where bloodlines are everything. Her only safe place is Davorin, her fated mate and the Alpha’s son… until strange attacks and whispered prophecies reveal the truth: her blood is the key to an ancient power that could grant immortality itself. Will she protect the world from the immortals who crave her blood, or become the monster they have been waiting for?

Suzan was a beautiful and loving lady with a lovely life ahead, peaceful, until the one she trusts betrayed and took away what she loved. Almost at the brink of suicide, she survived and came back as Andrea Williams. Now, years after, Andrea Williams is all out for revenge. Living the life of a billionaire heiress, while making revenge plans: Will the revenge really bring her joy, or will it consume the last fragments of the woman she used to be?

I'm six years older than Bernard Jackman, but he always smiles and says, "Lucky me. I got to marry you." I think we will live happily ever after until a message pops up on his phone and shatters the illusion. "Bernie, be honest. Who's better in bed, me or your wife?" "Come on. That old hag smells like mothballs. She can't be compared to you!" And yet, he still showers me with love. How can a man say he loves me while sleeping with another woman? So, I tear off his mask and leave him. "Bernard, it's not that I can't live without you! You're filthy, and I don't want you anymore! I can find another man just fine!"

Lioren “Lio” Veylan has always survived by wit, lies, and instinct, scraping by on the fringes of Kaldor Kingdom. One stormy night, he discovers a gravely injured stranger and, desperate to protect himself, pretends to be a girl—Liora—to earn the man’s trust and care. But this stranger is no ordinary man: he is Emperor Kaelric Valen Drazor, the feared “Iron Emperor,” presumed dead after a violent coup. When Kaelric regains his memory, Lio’s carefully constructed lie threatens to unravel entirely. Forced into a marriage under the guise of nobility, he must navigate a treacherous court filled with scheming nobles, deadly threats, and Kaelric’s icy, calculating gaze. Every step is a test, every word a risk—yet the bond they forged in secrecy remains unbroken.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out to get her, how does she face her fear?

I knew that my father did not like me since I was young. When I wanted to commit suicide to end the pain caused by my illness, he was celebrating another child’s birthday. He hated my mother and me alongside her. So, when I told him that I was sick, he did not believe me. “Is this your new tactic to get money from me?” No one believed that the daughter of the Powell family could die because she was too poor to pay the hospital fees. My father did not believe it either. However, when he saw my dead body, the famous actor who hated his daughter actually went insane.

Eri Sunville, an intelligent and hardworking female who needs to earn enough for her sister's surgery. She needs any job she can get at any moment and so when she gets the job as a secretary to famous and arrogant multi billionaire, Don Jones, she finds herself having to keep up with his behavior to earn for the surgery. Don Jones, an arrogant yet strikingly handsome CEO who cares about nothing else but the success of his company and will be getting married to his fiancee who has been kept anonymous to stir up the media. --- "Why are you late?" A deep and cold voice called. I had not even noticed the man sitting on the chair in front of the table that lay close to the wall. I stared at him and my goodness, was this how handsome Don Jones was. Nobody told me he was this hot. He had well defined jawlines, a prominent nose and high cheekbones that made me wonder how on earth a man could been so damn gorgeous. He had smooth and straight black hair that fell on his forehead. I only realized I had been staring at his full and perfectly shaped black eyebrows when they furrowed to form a frown. I stared at his eyes and he held my gaze with those devilish dark blue eyes.

Celia Johnson, my boss's sister-in-law, joined the company as the finance director and announced that all reimbursements must strictly follow the standards. I spent an entire week running around for the company and finally closed a five-hundred-thousand-dollar deal. Because the client had used two extra packs of paper towels, the per-person amount for their meal ended up eight dollars over the limit. Celia folded her arms, glanced at the reimbursement form on my desk, and sneered. "Five hundred and eight dollars?" "Yes. Last night at The Peak Restaurant, where we closed Richard's deal. Zack was there too," I explained patiently. "Eight dollars over the per-person limit. Not reimbursable," Celia said coldly. I tried to reason with her. "This was a special case. The client is high-level, and the deal amount is large, and Zack personally said it would be fully reimbursed last night." She returned the reimbursement form to me. "I don't care who said that. Don't think closing a five-hundred-thousand-dollar contract lets you ignore company rules. Reimbursements must all follow policies. Everyone will follow them to the letter." I took a deep breath. I knew arguing with her head-on would get me nowhere, so I called Zack directly. Zack said, "I did say it would be reimbursed, but I never said company rules could be ignored. It's just five hundred. And you still get commission from closing the deal. You young people need to have perspective." I stopped arguing. I turned around and refused the delivery containing the hard copy of the five-hundred-thousand-dollar cooperation contract, smiling as I explained, "Company rules say all cash on delivery packages must be refused. "Also, today is my last day here. Starting tomorrow, I work for Richard's company. As the client, I will be setting the rules this time."

Yvonne always believed in happily-ever-afters, until her ex spectacularly dumped her at his workplace on what was supposed to be a special day, leaving her heartbroken and humiliated. Then, a mysterious man swoops in to save the day. Little does she know, this charming rescuer is the father of the adorable twins she teaches. The twins, intent on finding a mommy, see their father as a bonus. As fate would have it, this dashing single dad has an unconventional proposal on behalf of his children. They want Yvonne to be their mommy, and he comes as an irresistible bonus. With twin-sized mischief and unexpected romance, Yvonne's life takes a hilariously unpredictable turn. Will she find her own fairy tale ending in the arms of the man she never saw coming?

The year my girlfriend, Maisie Summers, and I were supposed to get married, I broke up with her. Later, she made it big and used every means necessary to force me to marry her anyway. Everyone says we're destined to be together from the start. Yet no one knows that after we got married, she's been bringing different men home every so often. I never react and pretend as if I don't see anything. While she sleeps around night after night, I silently count how many days I have left to live.