Power Of Ten Book 소설 & 이야기

Dear readers, this book has been placed on Hiatus at the moment as I’m currently busy with my other book. I’m not abandoning this book but I don’t want to update two books at the same time. Hopefully, I’ll be done with FALL FOR THE HUNTER’S DAUGHTER sooner than later and I’ll be able to complete POWERLESS. Thanks for the support ❤️

It wasn't long before it collapsed into bankruptcy. On the day my child was born, Oskar Group and Simmons Group formally merged into a new corporate empire as the baby's cries filled the air. Austin handed over the position of president to me. Under Arthur's adoring gaze, I became the leader of both powerful families.

Please don't fight me over this one. "That's mine!" I snapped through clenched teeth. "If you want to seduce Leopoldo, that's your business. But that necklace was my father's coming-of-age gift for me. You can ask for anything else. This necklace isn't even worth much money. "Give it back." I stepped forward and reached for it. But Elena suddenly twisted aside. Her lips curled as she silently mouthed another silent sentence. "If you want it so badly, catch it."

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Stanley said shortly. They began talking while each and every shared their thoughts until Stanley's name was heard from the entrance which gripped him almost instantly. As it was the face he had seen ten years ago , even though it has totally changed compared to ten years ago , he could still recognize the face and the voice. Stanley was still seated as his mind suddenly went blank and he didn't know what was happening at that particular moment until he was roughly pulled up by her. "Stanley it been ten years"Stanley could hear the angelic voice in his head but before he could react , soft lips collided with his lips, making him get glued In that particular spot.

Born By Power Born By Power is a fantasy book that is split into four parts. The first being Chaos and Apocalypse The second being The Uprise Of Hell the third being Time is Reborn and the last, Greek wars. Born By Power unfortunately will be brought to an end with this notice due to personal issues. The book containing over 150 chapters is split into four unequal parts as stated above. The first book of Born By Power, Chaos And Apocalypse to be precise was made up of thirty nine chapters.

Everyone in the Blood Moon pack is whispering that Alpha Cassian Ward only allows his pack to spend ten dollars a day. Yes, ten dollars. It's not a pack tradition, nor a decree from the elders. The rule comes from his new financial planner, Mira Langford. Even as Luna, the moment they discover I've spent a single dollar more—on medicine, no less—they drag me out and whip me 20 times in public. By the second lash, my back splits open, blood soaking through my skirt.

" As I watched her unravel and listened to her ramble incoherently, I couldn't feel a thing. There was just a deep, hollow numbness. "We're divorced, Tracie. Your life is no longer my concern." "Divorced? You're just throwing a tantrum, aren't you? You always forgave me no matter what I did before!" She reached out to grab me as tears streamed down her face, but I stepped aside to avoid her touch. "I gave you ten chances," I said, each word heavy with exhaustion and disappointment. "The ruined wedding, the kiss, bringing him into our bridal suite, the threats, and your silent approval of his schemes… Every single time, you let me down.

Maxime Pov The Northpoint house party is a beast all its own—a living, sweating, pulsing animal with bad intentions and zero chill. Every breath I take is thick with cheap beer, tequila fumes, and too many different brands of overpriced cologne. It’s sensory overload—the walls vibrate with bass so heavy it shakes my insides, lights flicker strobe patterns over faces I mostly recognize and wish I didn’t. Navigating this place is war; shoulders bump mine, someone spills a drink down my arm, and my boots stick to floors that haven’t seen a mop since move-in day.