Post Apocalyptic Gold Hunter

"Tubuhmu begitu menggoda," bisik seorang pria yang kini sedang bersama dengan seorang gadis di sebuah kamar. Malam itu, Tamara dijadikan wanita penghibur, ia akan dinikmati oleh pria yang menghadiri pesta tertutup di sebuah mansion milik pria kaya raya yang membeli Tamara. Namun, malam itu yang mendatangi Tamara bukanlah pria tua, melainkan seorang pria bertubuh kekar dan berparas tampan. Tamara yang bekerja sebagai pengasuh Tuan muda gila di mansion itu, tidak mengetahui siap pria tersebut. Ia bekerja sebagai pengasuh tuan muda Abidzar yang memiliki gangguan mental dan juga buruk rupa, padahal usianya sudah 30 tahun. Sejak kejadian malam itu, Tamara merasa ia telah jatuh cinta kepada pria yang telah menghabiskan malam bersamanya. Siapakah pria itu? Akankah Tamara kembali bertemu dengan pria tersebut? Atau, justru pria itu adalah laki-laki yang sering bersamanya setiap hari?

There are many people who have met Ciara, each with a different impression of her. However, they all agree on describing Ciara as follows: She is a beautiful person. She is like a princess who doesn't care about life. She is like a graceful flower always emitting a inviting fragrance. She has a scent that arouses the hunger of those who smell it. She is like an item that everyone wants to possess. She is like a dish that everyone craves. She is a deadly poison if anyone dares to touch her. If one day you happen to smell a fragrance that arouses your instinct to hunt, I have two pieces of advice for you: first, control yourself; second, if you are not the chosen one, run away, because otherwise all that awaits you is a painful death.

"A great alpha handles pack affairs outside, and chores at home." my mate Luke had posted. I stared at these words. It was a post from my mate, Luke's Instagram. In the picture he was in a vineyard pruning grapes. Chores at home? Luke who would not even help me to clean a table was actually helping someone else. He had left this morning saying he was going on werewolf business, but from these pictures he was at a she-wolf's vineyard in our pack. A bitter smile escaped my lips as I quietly liked the post and put of my phone. Whatever was coming next, I did not know. But I knew it was over.

Brianna Lester, with her unusually platinum blonde hair and grayish-blue eyes, is impossible to miss wherever she goes. Her bubbly personality, hyperactivity, innate talent for tripping even while standing still, and her knack for always causing trouble ensure that she immediately catches the attention of the coolest tattoo artist around. Unfortunately, it's not her rather unique appearance that gets noticed, but her clumsiness. The moment she closes the door of the tattoo shop, one of the pictures hanging on the wall-the owner's favorite, and quite valuable-unexpectedly falls down. To make up for the damage, she ends up working at the shop until she can pay off the cost of the picture. It would all be pretty easy if a sexy tattoo artist didn't enjoy teasing her about her bad luck. By now, Brianna has resigned herself to the idea that her life is stuck in the "never a joy" zone, and her birthday is proof of that. Who can be considered lucky if they were born on a day that only comes once every four years? No one. Some people are kissed by fortune at birth, while others are kissed by bad luck. Brianna definitely falls into the latter category.

Traveling to the center of the earth to retrieve her son from Center Land is intense enough without having to deal with Amazon rogue women, prehistoric animals, and... yes... the aliens and zombies that they thought they'd left on the surface are there too! Is there no escape from the horror? They have a plan to end the aliens and zombies once and for all... but... will it work? The answer is in "Center Land", book three of the apocalyptic romance-thriller series, Kendra's Journey.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

I thought I was just an ordinary girl in a quiet town. Then I met Aiden Wolfe. He’s not like anyone I’ve ever known quiet, mysterious, and hiding something wild beneath his skin. I should’ve stayed away. Everyone warned me. But something about him pulled me in… and when he bit me, my whole world changed. Now I feel fire in my veins. I see things I shouldn’t. Creatures that shouldn’t exist. I’m being hunted for something I don’t even understand and Aiden may be the only one who can help me survive. This isn’t the life I chose. But the fire? The fire chose me.

There was a rumor that a cruel and frightening creature was prowling the city. Many people disappeared, and everyone feared the creature of the night. But Lorna didn't believe that tale. For her, it was just a set of factors that people insisted on believing and creating fanfare. However, on a cold night with a full moon, a creature appeared in Lorna's room. She couldn't recognize him, but she heard him say "You're mine". Since then, Lorna has had a reason to believe the rumors.

What happens when the man she fell in love rejected her after one intimate night together? Can she hide the secret and try to forget about him? Or will he show her how ruthless and Possessive he can be after he learns she's his fated mate? Three years ago, Amora fell in love with a man named Kian who rejected her after a single night together. She kept this a secret and tried to forget about him. However, a witch warned her that she had not one, but three fated mates who are feral shifters. The witch warned her that these creatures are dangerous and could destroy the world. Amora is determined to stop them before it's too late. Amora briefly trusted them, hoping they could change, that she wouldn’t need to kill them to keep them from carrying out their dark mission. she started to believe there was something real between them. but they reminded her that they were heartless monsters, creatures of shadow who couldn't understand caring for anyone. The bond between the three mates and her was broken, but it only made Amora stronger. Her three mates left her stranded in the mountains with a gaping hole in her chest. She was angry and wanted to kill them for their betrayal. However, she realized that they did her a favor by shattering their bond, which evened the playing field. They say all's fair in love and war...but sometimes love is war.

It's my third wedding anniversary with Eanes Lambert. However, he and his childhood sweetheart put on a public display of affection on their social media. "My heart beats for you and you only." I like the post and share it, but the original post is immediately deleted. Later, Eanes calls me to tell me off. "I was just comforting her because she was in a bad mood. Do you have to be so petty? What else can you do other than get jealous of others?" The next second, I receive a photo of him and his childhood sweetheart kissing passionately. She's the one who's sent it to me. In the past, I would've stormed over there to kick up a fuss. Now, however, I merely choose to leave Eanes. I'll let him have what he wants.