Princess Don T Cry

On my twenty-third birthday, my brother, Zackary Dixon, became the wealthiest man in the country. He threw a grand birthday party for the nanny's daughter, saying that she would be the Dixon family's favorite. At the same time, something went wrong with my artificial heart. I couldn't find a suitable one, only one month left in my life. Due to the torture of illness and great pressure, I had no choice but to call him. Hearing my cough, he coldly said, "At that time, you were afraid to get involved, and now you regret it?" My throat was sore. I stared at his expressionless face through the phone and laughed bitterly. "Zackary, three hundred thousand dollars is no big deal to you. Help me, OK?" Zackary sneered. I could hear his warm voice comforting Lillianna, "Voice phishing. It's fine." Of course, he was fine, because his sound beating heart was mine.

“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening. I yanked the door open and almost broke down crying at the sight before me, “Queen Lyla!” Bethany gasped from behind me. I scooped her into my arms, my eyes searching for any unwanted presence before rushing her into the living room. “Valerian put me down, we don’t have much time!” she rushed out the command as she struggled to get down. Silently obeying, I put her down, taking note of how she looked and it wasn’t pretty. Her hair, that was always neatly made, looked like a bird’s nest; twigs and leaves hanging from the knots. Her long white sleeping robe dirty and bloody from her waist down, she looked a royal mess; with a bunch of blankets wrapped around her upper half. “My Queen, what happened?” Beth asked as she handed me my medicine bag.

Humans had long forgotten the existence of dragons. The keeper of the Heart of Magic erased the memories of the monstrous flying beast in their minds and closed the portals so dragons could be isolated from the rest of humanity. Hundreds of years had passed and the existence of both creatures became vague in each other's mind. But with the demise of the Keeper and the passing of obligation to the heir came an opportunity for the two worlds to become interconnected once more. Amira, the new Keeper, had a mission. She needed to cross the mortal world to find the missing piece of the Heart of Magic. She must succeed before dragons and other creatures cause havoc across borders.

How do you end the war when you don't know who you actually are?The lives, loves, dangers and disasters on the land of Merlin. Creatures of unspeakable horror lurk beneath this land as a teenage girl is suddenly torn between the two powerful empires.What happens when a little human girl is rescued as an infant, rejected as a mate, accepted as a beloved and had to fight as a queen? Will she be able to guard the peace treaty?Join the journey of three supernaturals, two known and one yet to be discovered!_________________________________️ This book has sexual content and intended for audiences 18+. Read at your own accord.

"I would rather peel my skin than accept your rejection." *** I'm on a mission with clear specifics. But all set plans comes to ruin when the top and most powerful Nobles of Crestbane University set their eyes on me and the gods and goddesses decide to mess everything up. I'm not one of them, I am one of my kind, something different from anything they've ever heard or seen. Yet, I'm stuck with a fearful and loud-mouthed Dragon shifter prince, who doesn't take no for an answer. A fae prince with anger issues that goes completely soft for me. A super gorgeous and pompous ice elemental and Werewolf shifter prince that is overprotective of me. And an unhinged 'dream keeper' incubus prince, who makes me smile even on my worst days. I can't be with these over-privileged spoilt princes... Not when I'm this close to carrying out the purpose for which I was sent to Crestbane University. Sadly, these boys will rather peel their own skin than let me go.

Anne, seorang gadis cerdas berusia 18 tahun. Seorang putri dari kerajaan Arambella. Anne adalah anak pertama dari sang penguasa Arambella. Semenjak kematian ibunya, Anne terasingkan. Itu semua karena ulah permeisuri baru, yang merupakan istri dari Ayahnya. Permeisuri begitu ketakutan disaat reputasi Princess Anne yang hebat di mata rakyat Arambella. Sedangkan reputasi putranya sangat buruk di rakyat Arambella, bahkan rakyat meminta Raja untuk membuat Princess Anne menjadi penerus kerjaan Arambella. Karena hal itu, permeisuri merencanakan kejahatan yang luas biasa dengan memfitnah Princess Anne dan membuat hidup Anne merubah drastis. Reputasinya terancam oleh perangkap mematikan permeisuri terhadap saudara tirinya, Putra Mahkota Albert. Princess Anne dituduh meracuni putra mahkota. Anne menghadapi eksekusi. Tapi saat dirinya sudah siap menghadapi hukuman kematiannya. Anne menyadari bahwa dia telah kembali ke masa lalu, satu tahun sebelum kematian tragisnya itu terjadi. Princess Anne memulai perjalanan untuk mencapai misi balas dendamnya. Paman dari pihak ibunya mengatakan. Ada 1 orang yang akan membuatnya bisa mencapai tujuannya yaitu Duke Sinclair. "Dia adalah pria misterius. Panglima Jenderal perang yang sangat di hormati dan ditakuti. Dia tidak pernah tertarik dengan wanita, pria itu hanya tertarik dengan darah kemenangan saja." Anne menyadari hanya pria itu yang bisa membuka jalannya untuk membalaskan dendam dari semua rasa sakit yang dirinya alami. "Aku akan mengoda pria itu dan membuatnya jatuh cinta kepadaku. Aku akan merayu pria itu dengan kepintaran dan tubuhku ini. Aku akan melakukan apapun untuk mencapai tujuanku, Paman!" "Apa tujuan mu, Anne?" "Menjadi Ratu dari kerajaan Arambella!!"

Gracie Miller's father is a big time fraudster— scamming rich people for a living. At least until he crosses the wrong people. The infamous Black Silver Cartel with control over the European black markets. A mafia cartel. To prevent her father from being killed, Gracie is taken as hostage by the leader of this cartel, Raymond Silver. But then when sparks begin to fly, can Gracie overlook the fact that— she's falling for her kidnapper?

Normani gets back from prison after sacrificing her crown, her freedom for her lover, George O'Neil, she's met not with open arms but with divorce papers and a cheque for a fresh start. Cast aside and mocked by George’s new lover, Becky Finnegan, his boss who joined him to set Normani up. They don't know Normani harbors a powerful secret: she’s a princess of Scotland. She is determined to reclaim her identity and seek vengeance against those who betrayed her. Everything changes when she meets Shawn Matters, a dangerously captivating mafia boss. Their intense connection lights up a passion she never saw coming, complicating her thirst for revenge. Her breath hitches. “You don’t know what it’s like to lose everything.” “Maybe not everything, but I know what it’s like to fight for what matters. Let me help you reclaim your power.” Shawns eyes glowed angrily as he spoke. Normani hesitates, torn between her desire for revenge and the pull of Shawn’s unwavering support. “What if I want to watch them all burn?” “Then let’s burn it down together,” he insists, a fierce glint in his eyes. “But don’t lose yourself in the fire. You deserve to rise from the ashes.”

I showed up to Luciano's birthday in his favorite lingerie—ready to surprise him. Instead, I walked in on him hooking up with my half-sister, Cecilia. Classic. So yeah, I dumped him on the spot and hit the nearest bar to blackout my rage. One thing led to another, and I ended up having a one-night stand with this insanely hot stranger. Plot twist? He turned out to be Luciano's adoptive dad. Yeah—Lysandro Godino. The freaking mafia Don. Since then, my life's been a mess of his dark world, intense nights, and seriously confusing feelings. He's wild. Possessive. Obsessive. The kind of man who doesn't believe in limits. And somewhere in all that chaos, I fell for him—hard. But does he love me back? I still don't know.

The day I went into labor with the twins, I bribed the family doctor to shoot me up with every heavy-duty suppressant he could get his hands on. Anything to stall the birth. Why? Because in my last life, Vincent—my husband, the Don—claimed to have a low sperm count. To guarantee an heir, he lined up ten mistresses and told the whole house: whoever popped out a son first, her kid would be the next Corleone Don. He promised if I delivered first, he'd ditch the others. Said our baby would inherit the throne. I bought every word. When I found out I was carrying twins, I couldn't stop shaking—I thought I'd won. But after I gave birth, he tossed me and the babies into the freezing wine cellar and locked the place down. "Lucy came from nothing. I just wanted to give her kid a name. You started rumors, pushed her into despair, and now she's dead—her and the baby. You're vile. Not fit to be the Don's wife. Think about what you've done. I'll open the door in three days." Then he had the butler seal it shut. What he didn't know? That night, the cellar caught fire. Me and my babies? Burned alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right before labor. This time, I'm not staying. Soon as I deliver and get back on my feet, I'm taking my kids and disappearing for good.