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Have you ever been madly in love with your childhood best friend, but they never loved you the same way? I mean, not like they didn't love you back, but just not how you wanted it to be? Well, if you have ever been there, then you would most definitely relate to everything you are about to witness in Idara's messy love story. This is a VERY intriguing piece about Idara Thompson, a 25-year-old Nigerian lady who faces insane challenges in college! Her life becomes ridiculously twisted when she stumbles upon her insanely cute childhood best friend in school and starts catching feelings for him. Torn between a literally ‘blind’ best friend named Yomi who never acknowledges her undying love for him, and an estranged mother who just surfaces out of the blue, Idara is forced to make certain decisions that would seal her fate forever. But that's not all. There comes CANDICE, a lovely, beautiful maniac who just happens to be Yomi's special girlfriend and a stumbling block to the ever gentle Idara. How does Idara get past her? How does she balance her love life, family issues and her rivalry with Candice? Find out in this epic story, and you'd be glad you did! Enjoy!

Humans are unaware of life beyond Earth in a world where different species reside on other planets. That is until devolving werewolves invade Earth and begin attacking, breeding, and eliminating humankind from one corner of the Earth to another. Caught in the chaos, Kenzie and her family are thrust into a world of uncertainty and danger. As they struggle to make sense of the unfolding events, they find themselves with their backs against the wall, which leads to a chance encounter with Viper. Werewolves have begun to devolve. Stripped of their ability to shift from their wolf forms, they are now driven mainly by their baser instincts. In response, the Lycans, a unique breed of warriors, have been dispatched to exterminate them before they upset the delicate balance on every planet they set foot on. Viper is one of the Lycan warriors dispatched to exterminate a pack. It's while doing so that he lays eyes on Kenzie. He is immediately drawn to her skill and fierceness. Having no choice but to destroy the town after the alpha female gets free, Viper is honor-bound to take care of the little human and doesn't mind one bit. Their relationship blossoms, and they discover and receive things they never knew they needed. Viper finds his little human mate is all he needs to improve his long life, and Kenzie discovers being a Lycan warrior's mate fits like the perfect puzzle piece. Follow Viper, Kenzie, and their families on a journey of healing and new beginnings.

When Alpha King Rhys finally found his mate, he expected fireworks, a puzzle piece to click into place, a Luna to help him rule the kingdom, not this.. this savage rogue. A rogue whose intention had been to assassinate him. Hated upon first sight, Amira cursed the Moon Goddess to find out her mate was the tyrannical Alpha King she'd been trained to kill. With nothing left to do but reject the king and escape almost unscathed, neither Rhys nor Amira expected what came next. It was unheard of to reject the gift the Moon Goddess blessed them with. Only a few were granted a mate, and Alpha King Rhys and Amira did precisely that- Rejected the gift. Cursed by the Moon Goddess, they wake up inside each other's bodies. Switched to live in each other's worlds, Rhys and Amira are forced to figure out how to return to their original forms. Can they stop fighting, bickering, and scheming against each other, or will this curse open their minds and hearts to each other's troubles? EXCERPT: “What in Goddess’ name is this!?” Rhys growled into the mirror; his voice came out feminine and his reflection, not his own. This was a nightmare, a cruel trick of his mind. It was playing on him for rejecting this woman as his mate. The woman he wanted to kill was staring back at him from the mirror, hands clutching her face, eyes wide with shock and fury. The nails grew into claws, ready to scratch at the face of the wench who tried to kill him. But the piercing pain and the pool of blood shocked him into a surreal reality. This was not a nightmare. This was real!? Rhys was inside Amira’s body! So, where was Amira? COMPLETED - Cursed Series -

When something is to happen, it will happen no matter what. There is always something good to seek and that is should be done. Moon Goddess never does us wrong when we never did anything wrong, it is just a matter of trust. Trust upon our moon goddess, no matter the tears, disappointment, hatred, and tough times you faced. Everything will be worth it. Losing a mate is the most dreadful moment in a life of a werewolf. Dying along with your mate is what is preferred when the situation occurs because the pain of it is worse than death and even more when you are helpless. And, as if it is not enough, you even lose your pup in between all of this. The only piece left with you of your mate. Facing such a situation only, will Devika be able to survive being left alone with no place to go and roam? What is she going to do? Will she be left with no place to go or her fate is already planned? Where Devika is going through her most dreadful situation, there is someone another who is going through the pressure of not only being the Alpha of the pack but to secure its future. The future he had planned of happiness but left with sorrow. Will the two souls drowning in the sea of grief be able to swim out of it? What if the moon goddess has something for them to look forward to? But the question here lies, who is he? Lets join the journey of Devika and this someone to know what is going to happen. THE JOURNEY OF HOW TWO BROKEN AND LOST SOULS WILL HEAL EACH OTHER. DISCLAIMER: NO, THIS IS NOT ANY USUAL CHOSEN MATE BOOK.

"I love you, Aires" "Who wrote this letter?" Aires asked, bending to pick the piece of paper that has fallen at his feet, his eyes pinned hers and she swallowed, "you love me?" His voice sounded strange to her ears but she couldn't fathom the emotions behind it. Timidly she nodded finally voicing out her feelings. His gaze raked over her and she stood absolutely still, "flat chest, flat bum, teeth filled with braces and clumsy as hell, I can never love someone like you so get lost" and so she ran, with tears streaming down her cheeks like rivers of water......

My husband, Ethan Parker, brought our daughter on a trip to the countryside with his first love, Mandy Sanchez. Halfway through, he abandoned our little girl and left with Mandy. When our daughter was surrounded by wolves, I could not reach him. By the time I arrived, the car was empty—the only thing left behind was a bloodstained piece of pumpkin pie. As I was dealing with my grief, Ethan finally answered his phone. "We're celebrating Thanksgiving. Why are you ruining the mood?" I internally scoffed at that man's audacity. Well, happy holidays indeed! Let me deliver a bloody pumpkin pie for you to really get into the spirit.

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."

WARNING 18 + ONLY This is an erotic piece containing all elements of suspense, drama, and tantalizing mist. So get ready to feel a lot of things. 17 years and below. Please this piece isn’t for you. Enjoy ************* From a mere Stripper to an Exclusive Stripper pawned in the hands of Mafia under lords. Francesca, a lowly girl, finds herself in a situation that will only cost her her life. But what can do but play the game in such a way that won’t cost her her life before time. Enzo,Emilio, Paolo Or Stefano… Who will be the one who ends up killing her? A tale of Regret, Erotism, Betrayal and Lust. Read “Stripper for the Mafia Bosses” to know more.

They were my brother’s best friends—the HawkThorne brothers. Wealthy, ruthless, and filthy enough to make the whole city drop to its knees. I was the good girl once. The perfect wife. Until my husband had sex with half my office and shoved me into an open marriage I never asked for. One night at a bar was supposed to be my rebellion—a dirty little secret to make me forget. I never expected to run into them. Six years had made them look harder, darker, and so much hotter. I shouldn’t have let them touch me. Shouldn’t have let them ruin me against a bathroom sink with their filthy mouths and rough hands. Three men. One night. No promises. But the eldest HawkThorne pressed a card into my palm before I could slip away. I thought I could handle them. Thought I could survive their obsession. Now I’m learning there’s no such thing as just sex with the HawkThorne brothers. They don’t share. They claim. They corrupt. And they’re coming for every last filthy piece of me.

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.