Novel & Cerita Playing With Fire Online

Rain is the last remaining dragon shifter who cannot shift without finding her alpha fated mate. Since the dragons are basically extinct she has no choice but to search the werewolves in hopes of finding her fated mate. As she journeys onward she is met with danger at every turn until Alpha Selwyn crosses her path and vowed to protect Rain at all costs.

Dashmel thought her luck had finally changed when her broke college boyfriend suddenly became rich. She hoped his rise would lift her too… until he dumped her in the cruelest way possible. His reason being that, she wasn’t good looking enough. The worst part was that Dashmel knew he was right. He wasn’t the first person to break up with her for that very reason, and he probably won't be the last. Dashmel was shamed, heartbroken, and unable to escape the rumors on campus. Her college life falls apart... until she crosses paths with Jack. A mysterious and dangerous billionaire. A man rumored by the FBI to be the devil himself. Jack offers her everything she has ever wanted... Wealth, social status, and a secret, forbidden treatment that could make her truly beautiful. Desperate for a new life, Dashmel is willing to pay any price... even her soul. But the devil named Jack doesn’t want her soul. He just wants her to play a game.

Lynan finally decided to reveal that he’s gay to steer clear of his sister’s playing cupid schemes. He doesn’t want to get involved again with anyone at the moment and just plans to live happily and peacefully behind his precious camera. Unbeknownst to him, his sister signed him up in a show with a reclusive CEO as the man of the hour. Unfortunately, no amount of complaining and grumbling could get him out of the predicament. The man was a feast for the eyes though. In order to avoid all the possible drama and just have fun ogling the man, Lynan was determined to be a wallflower and stay in the shadows. Watching things unfold could be enough entertainment to leisurely pass the time, right?

In the third year of my relationship with Dante Santoro, heir to the Santoro family fortune, I got pregnant. The night before the Don's birthday banquet, he finally brought me home as his girlfriend. Giulia Costa, the housekeeper's daughter, smiled sweetly and asked about my food allergies. I mentioned I was allergic to truffles. In the end, every dish at dinner was loaded with truffles. I swallowed my irritation and grabbed a slice of cake that looked safe. Two bites in, I heard her laugh. "I got creative and mixed truffle powder into the frosting. How is it?" Before I could answer, my throat closed up and I could not breathe. Giulia gasped and covered her mouth. "Ms. Leone, your skin is turning purple! Do you have some kind of contagious disease?" Everyone watched as I was carried out like trash. The moment my allergic reaction cleared up, Giulia insisted on helping me pack. I told her multiple times not to touch my ring. In the few minutes I spent in the bathroom, she "accidentally" knocked it down the drain. That was the wedding ring Dante gave me. I lost my temper and confronted her, but Dante just laughed it off. "She's jealous of your pretty ring. Don't be so petty." That night, Giulia brought sleep-aid drinks to my room as an apology. Dante convinced me to accept her peace offering. I drank a few cups and felt drowsy almost immediately. When Giulia walked me back to my room, I told her to lock the door behind her. Ten minutes later, a group of men shoved their way inside and beat my stomach until I miscarried. The baby was gone. Giulia's eyes filled with tears as she claimed she never saw anyone enter. She said I never wanted the Santoro family to have an heir and had orchestrated my own abortion. Dante went white with rage and ordered his men to dump me in the ocean. When I opened my eyes again, it was the night before the banquet.

Elara Grey has lived her entire life in silence, hiding her strength behind calm eyes and quiet obedience. But when she is sold at a secret underground auction, her fate takes a dark and unexpected turn. Alexander Steele — the cold, feared multi-billionaire — buys her with a single command and a single glance. Known for his power, ruthlessness, and heart made of ice, Alexander sees Elara as nothing more than property. But she is nothing like he expected. Her innocence challenges him. Her quiet bravery intrigues him. And her presence awakens emotions he buried long ago. As Elara navigates her new life inside the billionaire’s mansion, she realizes that Alexander is not only dangerous… he is broken. And she might be the only one capable of melting the ice around his heart. But enemies are watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike — and Elara becomes the weakness they want to use against him. In a world filled with power, pain, and forbidden desire… Fire will meet Ice. And neither of them will ever be the same.

When teens mysteriously develop strong and heavenly new capacities, they are proclaimed a danger by the public authorities and are taken to an extraordinary school called SCHOOL OF THE GIFTED, where they will be shown how to utilize their powers and how to control it. This school is gone to by individuals from everywhere in the world as long as they have exceptional abilities too. The school turns into their new home, some do not like this change of environment at first, but when they start to connect with different teens with abilities such as theirs, it turns into the most astonishing experience on the planet for them. However at that point, who is Ice? Also, who is Fire? Let us take a ride to this extraordinary world and find out, shall we?

~ ALISTAIR ~ I hate him. There’s no point in admiring what you can’t be. I hate his sharp tongue, his smug smirk, the way he looks at me like he already knows how this ends. I don’t like men. Calvin Rutledge is a problem. A problem I can’t ignore. A problem that’s in my face, under my skin, unraveling me one smirk at a time. But the worst part? I want him. And he knows it. Now, every glance burns, every touch lingers, and every fight makes me crave the one thing I swore I’d never want—him. A man. A know-it-all who plays by his own rules. I was never supposed to want him. And yet, here I am… falling. __ ~ CALVIN ~ I know his type. Rich. Arrogant. A cocky football star who thinks the world revolves around him. Alistair Morano is all that—and more. My sworn enemy. My reluctant project partner. My ‘boss’. He thinks I’m just another nerd he can push around. Cute. But here’s the thing—he’s the one being played. By the time he realizes I’m the one pulling the strings, it’ll be too late. Because he’ll be mine. Mine to tease. Mine to break. Mine to ruin. And when he finally falls? I’ll be right there, waiting to catch him, just to break him all over again.

Ten years with Don Maximus. I went from the crazy girl who demanded his "undying loyalty" at gunpoint to Chicago's perfect Donna. When Maximus took the casino's hottest stripper to his private room, I didn't lose my mind. Instead, I tossed the woman the keys to a Manhattan penthouse. When Maximus's new flame threw a tantrum at a yacht party, I didn't bat an eye. Instead, after she slapped a waiter in a fit of pique, I made the police problem go away. When Maximus fought with one of his girls, I'd even send her a limited-edition Birkin to smooth things over. And today, Maximus is busy fucking his hot new toy in the study, while another pregnant mistress stands on the estate's rooftop, threatening to jump just to see him. And I'm still the one in my red-bottom heels, calmly going to clean up his mess. The mistress screamed, desperate. "I'm not having this baby! Get Maximus!" I took a sip of my wine, my voice bored. "He's busy today. You have the baby, and I'll make sure seven figures show up in your offshore account." My indifference set her off. She grabbed my wrist, her grip like iron. "You're pathetic, Angelina! There was a time he wouldn't even look at another woman because of you. He slaughtered an entire family for you. When you were shot, he knelt in the pouring rain outside a church, begging God to take his life for yours! But now? You can't even get into his bed. All you can do is stand here and play the gracious Donna!" Her nails left red marks on my skin, but the smile on my face didn't crack. Did she really think a little drama would change anything? I wasn't playing the gracious Donna. I was just done. And I was finally ready to let Maximus go.

Michael Marcus , the step son of a rich CEO gets abducted into an academy for the gifted amidst mass blood tests going on in the country. Full of doubts and questions, Michael unwillingly decides to join the academy being the only choice he has. He becomes a notorious troublemaker in Greywood Neville academy regardless of how special he gets treated by the academy's officials. He thinks his only gift is creating chaos and disrupting peace. His ignorance makes him give deaf ears to teachings and warnings about a powerful enemy who will bring about doomsday to the world. During one of his mischievous endeavors with his new made mind-reading friend, Michael learns that the death of his parents wasn't natural as he always knew. He is utterly shocked when he finds out that they were murdered. His character receives a complete turn over as he starts focusing on uncovering the mystery of his parents' deaths. In a journey that is riddled with romance, anger, bitter betrayals and self discovery , Michael Marcus uncovers more than one mystery...

We were on our way to celebrate our son’s birthday when we got into a car crash. When I woke up, I looked at my family gathered around my hospital bed and cracked a joke: “Sorry, but who are you guys?” I held back a smile, curious to see how they'd humor their "amnesiac" patient. Would my mother grab my hand in a panic? Would my husband look at me with worry? Would my son rush over, crying and calling me Mom? What I didn't expect was for them to freeze for a moment—and then, almost in unison, let out sighs of relief. My mother was the first to speak, her tone unmistakably lighter, as if a huge weight had been lifted. "If you don’t remember, it’s probably for the best. This is Lindsay—your sister, she’s my daughter. You were adopted." My husband then pointed at me and said to our son, "You should call her Aunt Wendy." Before the shock could even sink in, I watched the child I'd fought so hard to protect turn and throw himself into the arms of Lindsay. "Mom! I played outside all day. I missed you so much!" So that was the truth. My amnesia was exactly what they'd been hoping for. In that case, I didn't need this made-up life anymore.