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Valkyrie of the Scarred Moon found herself easily entrance with her human mate, Sage. Yet she is doubting to claim her as hers forever fearing that she is going to be caught up in their world of violence. The unending cycle of war between the Triad which started eight hundred years ago has continued to brew towards another phase of endless death. Their enemies, the Phantom, started to create a hybrid army, targeting human lives as sacrifices for their supremacy. Along with her pack, they must survive to protect their loved ones from the danger coming to rip their lives apart. Sage Reese Sullivan is just an aspiring landscape photographer who just wants to explore the world once she finishes high school. But she seems unaware of the mysterious realm of the place she's born into until she met the beautiful woman with a pair of bluest eyes. She is certain that there's more outside her dreary town and yet she has these strange impulses to rather stay inside the eccentric presence of Valkyrie Irvine, the new pretty face of Storm Hill.

I can’t tell if we’re at war… or dancing around something far more dangerous. Getting traded to the Montreal Bears should’ve been a dream come true, the team I grew up idolizing, the jersey I always wanted to wear. Except there’s one problem. Luca Moretti. The NHL’s notorious bad boy. My new right wing. And the one man who’s made it his mission to outshine me at every turn. Too bad for him I’m faster, sharper, and my numbers don’t lie. Not that I’m competing. I’d never sink to his level. He’s reckless, infuriating, and impossible to ignore a storm of chaos that throws me completely off balance. When we’re not clashing on the ice, he pushes my buttons with teasing nicknames like Princess, Pretty Boy, and Babygirl. I hate it. I swear I do. So why does my body react like I don’t? Contain Explicit Content

With the excuse of wanting to move on, Ivan Kurt was forced to get married to an unknown woman. She was pretty, her voice was as sweet as the voice of an angel, she had a nice body, but was that enough to get married to someone? Though he had a strong feeling that he wasn't making the right choice, he went on to do this. After all, some day, he may end up liking the stranger. Wait, why would a lady randomly accept Ivan's proposal? Yes, he was rich. But, instead of creating an eternal bond like marriage, why did she not decide to be his mistress? By the way, even if he ended up loving her, did that make him know her well enough? Her name was Rae Tyrone. But the government said she didn't exist. Was she a witch, or a woman from another world? Who was the real person behind those beautiful brown eyes? Where did she come from? What did she want from him? To Ivan, the question remains, "Who is my wife?" Read to know more!

"Dimitri, I am telling you for the last fucking time, leave me the hell alone!" I yelled as the blood pulsed through my veins and my auburn hair rose. "My name isn't even Dimitri." "I really don't care. You've betrayed me and that's it. So Dimitri or whatever-" "I am Ivanovich Popov and I am not leaving you alone neither will I ever leave you alone. So it's either you come with me right now and willingly or I drag that pretty little ass while you kick and squirm. Choose wisely, Ramona." He yelled. I don't know why or how but looking at him now, the sweat running down his defined body, the way his biceps flexed and all, I felt a slight wetness pool at my panties. I clenched my legs tighter and decided to try my luck. "My name isn't Ramona either. That's my undercover name. My real name, my birth name, is Madi."

He said I couldn’t do it, but he was wrong. An old professor at UCLA promised me that I would make nothing of myself, so I made sure I did. To the tune of billions. I’m only a little cocky about it. Yachts, parties, and one-night events pretty much spell out my life. And all of it works well until I run into a beauty I can’t get out of my head. But we’re keeping it friendly and casual until we aren’t. There’s just one problem. Her old man hates me. And for good reason. He was my UCLA professor. He’s dead set against me becoming anything important to his little girl, but the old man’s got it all backward. I’m not looking to make an example out of our passion or prove a point. This isn’t about hit it and quit it. His daughter is mine, and he might kick me out, but she’s letting me all the way in.

Pretty, cool, genius, and talented— those are the adjectives I am being described in every street and places you asked about my name, Khrystyanna Solano. I am being entitled as a perfect girl with a perfect life for the riches my family possesses. I am being called by names in different ways for who cares about it. But no one asked if: who really is Khrystyanna Solano? I am the so-called perfect who once had a perfect life. A complete family, a cozy house, trusted workers, loyal family friends and even the perfect parents. But who would have thought that in a joyous occasion that is supposed to be filled with happiness and laughter, all I and my best friend once have... just vanished? Not long after this, another wave of surprises welcomed me. The once I thought finished is still nothing but a dream. Because the man who took everything away from me, returned for another thing he wanted... me. What is his intention for chasing after me? What is his reason for doing such a horrendous thing in our family? And... What is he?

While visiting a property development with my fiancé to buy our first home, I ran into a two-faced real estate agent.   She showered my fiancé with compliments, praising him for being young and successful enough to afford a Rolls-Royce.   Then, she suggested I was a fake socialite with a knockoff designer bag, implying that I was just using my charms to snag a free house.   When she found out the property was meant to be a marital home, her voice grew loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.   “I just think the sugar daddy who bought you those two properties last time treated you pretty well!” “Oh, wait. Miss Gwen, don’t you have several sugar daddies? Do they all know about each other?”   I chuckled. What she didn’t know was that my “sugar daddies” were my godfathers and I really was a socialite.   The kicker, though, was that my so-called wealthy fiancé wasn’t rich at all. In fact, he was just a scholarship student I had been financially supporting!

To attract more potential customers, my wife decided to join the cycling community. During the two months I was away on a business trip, she posted new cycling routes every single day on the map and became a well-known cycling socialite in the local scene. A neighbor suddenly sent me a video. The location tag pointed straight to my backyard. [Dude, your wife is something else. Already found herself a riding partner? Looks like the bike’s not the only thing getting ridden.] In the video, an unfamiliar lace panties hung on the handlebars of the bicycle. The lush grass swayed rhythmically, with an undulating figure occasionally peeking from behind it. I dialed her number. “What are you doing?” She squealed, “I’m out for a ride, honey. I’ve been landing a lot of high-quality clients lately. I’m working really hard to make money!” “Oh?” I smiled. “With your body?” I tightened my grip on the phone and enunciated each word, “It’s pretty dark in the backyard. Want me to turn on the lights for the two of you?

🔞🔞🔞Warning 🔞🔞🔞 this book contains mature themes such as explicit sexual content. Not recommended for readers under 18. There is nothing thicker than blood. Or so they say. While my father built an empire, I was there to help him every step of the way, fully expecting that one day I would be the sole heir to his wealth as he promised. It was all a lie. He left it all to his only daughter, Katerina. Because she’s blood and I am not. And Katerina is not like anything I expected. She’s smart and insolent, and too beautiful for her own good and she doesn't care about me or her inheritance. She’s everything I never knew I wanted. But I won’t give up on my ambition for the pretty eyes of a foreign girl. She might haunt my dreams now, but I will haunt her nightmares. I have a year to break her and drive her away and I don’t plan on wasting my time. Even when my heart bleeds for her love.

My biased mother brought my sister, Irene Baxter, to help me with my child. But one day, I forgot to bring a contract to work. When I returned home, I saw two bodies entwined. To cover up their secret, my husband, Sam Hodgson, and Irene pushed me off the tenth floor. It was only after my death that I realized I had been nothing more than a tool for carrying on the family name. "It's better that she's dead. Now my sweet girl can be a mom without having to go through childbirth." "Sleeping with her was revolting; she was like a block of wood. Irene is so much better." Even Irene had regrets. "Still, we shouldn't have pushed her down. She was smashed beyond recognition—otherwise, we might’ve been able to sell her corpse for a pretty penny." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day they pushed me off the building. This time, I wouldn't let any of them off the hook.