Promessa Aos 22, Sonho Esmagado

"Please, stop pushing. I can't take this anymore." The concert venue is packed tight. A man behind me keeps pressing into my backside. I'm wearing a mini skirt today with a thong underneath, and it only makes the situation worse. He lifts my skirt and presses himself against my hips. As the atmosphere heats up, someone in front of me slams into me, and I stumble back a step. My body stiffens as I feel like something just slid inside me.

Rina Reyes has one rule: never fall for a man who thinks he’s better than you. So when arrogant, know-it-all architect Dominic Delgado takes over the café space beside her small-town bookstore, sparks fly—just not the romantic kind. She’s convinced he’s the devil in designer shoes. But when a disastrous mix-up forces them to work together on a charity project, witty banter, accidental late-night confessions, and stolen glances start to blur the lines between hate and something much more dangerous—love.

The Cities are in turmoil and evil spirits and dark creatures stalk the night. Balance needs to be returned. The Mages must be returned from their fall from grace and the guardian of the cities must be purified to protect and not harm. They have found a Dragon's Egg. The ancient Guardian Dragon and to hatch it means deliverance from evil, or does it?

—Por favor, deja de empujar. No puedo soportarlo más. El lugar del concierto estaba abarrotado. Un hombre detrás de mí sigue presionándome el trasero. Hoy estaba vistiendo una minifalda con una tanga debajo, y eso solo empeora la situación actual. Él levanta mi falda y se aprieta contra mis caderas. A medida que el ambiente se calienta, alguien delante de mí me empuja y retrocedo un paso. Mi cuerpo se pone rígido al sentir como si algo se hubiera deslizado dentro de mí.

สวัสดี ข้าชื่อ ซามูเอล และเจ้าคืองานของข้า ผ่านไปอีก 500 ปี เกิดประตูมิติ ทำให้มีมนุษย์อีกกลุ่มหนึ่งเข้ามาคือ นินจา ! พวกเขาคือ มือสังหาร ที่น่ากลัว แต่กลับมีปีศาจอีกกลุ่มหนึ่งเข้ามาด้วย ทำให้เกิด ความวุ่นวายขึ้น ซึ่งยุคสมัยใหม่นี้ถูกเรียกยุคสมัยแห่ง เคออส !

Book One of the Legacies of Fate series. The next generation of the Fated series. Angel Vester was saved from a vampire feeding room when she was an infant after her mother died to protect her. She is adopted by a family that became everything that she needed. What happens when a figure from her past catches up to her present? Grant and Gabriel Steele are the Alpha heirs to the Nightshade pack. For as long as they can remember, they have had two dreams – to be strong Alphas for their pack and protect the girl of their dreams. They have been drawn to Angel their entire lives and desire for her to stand beside them either by fate or by choice. An unfortunate betrayal throws Angel onto the doorstep of a powerful enemy – one that can destroy everything they hold dear. It is a race against the clock. Can her Alphas find her in time before she loses her power and her life? There is something about Angel that even she does not know about. To survive, she has to figure out what that is.

Shan lived her whole twenty-three years with knives, guns, and bombs. In a very young age, her father trained her how to be a strong woman. At first, she was excited but as the days goes by, she slowly lost her interests. She slowly felt the emptiness in her heart. She saw how her father kill someone without a hint of remorse, she saw how her father's life flows. Assault riffles, machine guns, bombs, grapeshots and knives, these are the violent weapons that Shan would used against her enemies. Everyone is intimidated to talk to Shan or even have an eye contact on her, not until Zach Kaieus came into her life, her mission.

Tracy Clarke is a twenty-three years old archaeologist who believes in women being independent and she shows this by creating success for herself, despite being the daughter of a billionaire. She leads a modest life and never takes any relationship seriously because of a heartbreak she had as a teenager. She and her brother are taken into another world where their lives changed forever. Tracy learns to grow as a person and is compelled to be stronger than anyone would ask of a young woman. Killian, a prince in Agroman, a land in a magical realm, sees Tracy and finds her character quite interesting. He is enthralled by her, but cannot tell exactly why she amazes him. He finds her annoying, but still can't get her off his mind. How will Tracy go back to the normal world? Will she ever get her life back? Will she survive in this world where she knows no one and nothing? Will she fall in love with Killian? Read more to know how their story goes. This is #1 of the Beautiful Chaos series

On the day of her wedding, Vittoria De Angelis was dragged from the altar and forced to marry the enemy. Vincenzo Lucchese, the exiled heir of the Sicilian mafia, returned to avenge the deaths of his father and brother. In front of everyone, he stole his rival’s bride, sealing a new order of power, written in blood. Now, Vittoria is his wife. Not by choice. But by punishment. Trapped with a man who loves her, yet is as dangerous as he is irresistible, she soon learns that running from him may be even deadlier than falling for him. Because Vincenzo doesn’t want obedience. He wants to surrender. He wants revenge. And she is his guarantee. In this silent war between them, love might be the most lethal weapon of all.

Após o incêndio, não o impedi de entrar nas chamas para salvar a "sobrinha". Assisti, impotente, enquanto o fogo o devorava diante dos meus olhos. Na vida passada, no dia do nosso casamento, um incêndio devastou o hotel. Nós escapamos a tempo, mas a sobrinha sem laços de sangue com ele ficou presa entre as chamas. Desesperado para a resgatar, ele tentou correr de volta. Eu o segurei com todas as forças. Quando o fogo enfim se apagou, nada restou dela além de cinzas. Ele dizia não me culpar. Mas, três anos depois, no aniversário do nosso casamento, levou a mim e ao nosso filho para mergulhar. Nas profundezas, com um olhar cheio de rancor, arrancou nossos tubos de oxigênio. — Você me impediu de salvar Mafalda. Agora, pagará com a sua vida. Chorei, supliquei, dizendo que nosso filho era inocente. Ele, porém, virou as costas sem olhar para trás. Eu e meu filho morremos sufocados. Somente depois da morte compreendi: ele sempre amara aquela sobrinha perdida nas chamas e a sua raiva contra mim queimava tão fundo quanto o fogo que a levou. Quando abri os olhos novamente estava de volta ao dia do incêndio.