Novel & Cerita Questions About The Civil War

My husband, Don Cassian, just survived an assassination attempt. He limped in, bleeding, and ordered me to stitch him up. But when I reached into his blood-soaked suit, my fingers brushed against something soft. Black lace panties. Not mine. My hand flew to my still-flat stomach. For our child. How could he do this to us? Ice flooded my veins. “We’re done, Cassian.” His gaze was heavy, exhausted. He gave a single, sharp nod. “Fine. I’ll have my lawyer draft the papers.” But then, a frantic little voice—one that wasn't mine—screamed from deep within my womb. [Mom, don’t leave him! Dad didn’t cheat! The family isn’t going to fall. It’s a setup!] [Oriana Gallo planned all of this! She wants your place! She put those panties in his pocket herself!] [If you leave, her men will grab you. They’ll take you to an abandoned warehouse and dump your body in Lake Michigan. Then she’ll play the grieving friend, comfort Dad, and become the new Mrs. Marino!] [Mom, I came back to stop this! Please, don’t fall for it again!] I snapped back to the present. Spinning around, I launched myself into Cassian's arms, my body wracked with sobs. “I was just trying to scare you! How could you agree so easily? Are you that tired of me?” I jabbed a finger at his chest, tears streaming down my face.

The first waves of attacks have finally subsided, and both the Independent States and the kingdom outside the walls are recovering from their devastating losses. In the meantime, another battle is about to begin without their knowledge; will they succumb to their foes' godly nature, or will they rise above their fate and conquer their future? THIS IS THE SECOND INSTALLMENT OF THE BOOK SERIES: MAGE WARS

Kane Porter was as boring as his name implied. Of all the financial coordinators under me, he was the one least likely to be interesting on an intoxicated evening. Kane was quiet, well-mannered and nobody was friends with him. I was his boss and I got along well with everyone until I came across a problem. The account I’d been skimming from had a good hunk of change missing now. Not good. How could I have it investigated without flagging myself for the ten thousand dollars I’d ‘borrowed’? There was only one thing I could do. Porter was a nice guy. He’d help me out. No one could be safer to ask…

Brockley Leofric has just been born into the world, but on the same day, the village where he lives will be attacked by the Omra Empire to plunder the newly discovered gold and silver. For twenty years Brockley was raised and cared for by his uncle and his mother's foster sister named Riley Royse, learning various types of knowledge, self-defense techniques, and war tactics. When he returned to his country, his younger brother named Grock Leofwine had become King of Glora 2 to replace his father who had died. Brockley gave up the kingship that should have been his. However, during that time, the Outcast Prince became an undefeated Warlord, then take Revenge on those who killed his parents.

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Chyou Chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by nine demon swordsmen.

Roho walked into the training center as she did every morning but this morning things seemed to be pretty tense around the entire pack and it spread even to the warriors "what's going on?" "haven't you heard Red? the Alpha King is demanding every pack send members to undergo trials to join his army, they're saying the Reapers Nation seem to be on the move again so he wants to be prepared just in case they attempt to do what they did 76 years ago" "oh come on, you don't think that's really going happen do you Pete" " well, whether or not it's going to happen, the king has sent his degree, so the Alpha will hold a meeting tonight to announce the chosen ones to be sent to take part in the trials" A chance encounter between two mates, one yearning and the other is defiant and fights against their bond, what will happen when they are put to the test and all they have to rely on is each other.

My childhood friends switched their university of choice behind my back. Going to the capital, they enrolled in an elite university with an exchange student. To them, I was just a tool who could not survive without them. That impression lasted until the opening ceremony of an Ivy League university. As the representative of the new students, I stood at the center of the hall. Meanwhile, the youngest PhD advisor in the entire country watched me as he smiled. Beyond the world of the novel I lived in, the readers’ comments went wild. [Shouldn’t she be crying back at home? Why is she in an Ivy League university?] However, the next part was even crazier. That man actually asked me to be his girlfriend yesterday. He was Professor Samuel Grant, the one who had rejected my four childhood friends from studying under him. When my childhood friends left me behind to chase after that manipulative witch, they never expected me to cast aside my role as someone running after them. I ended up holding a full-ride scholarship and reached heights they could never touch.

Midnight. I heard a faint meowing through the window. I was about to have a look when floating words appeared in front of me. [Don't open the window! There isn't a cat outside! It's a serial killer!] [I'm done. How could the side character be so dumb? I can already imagine how tragic her death will be.] [Go and find the villain! He loves you so much! He will surely protect you!] I quickly retracted my hand on the window latch…

Some pleasures are better read than witnessed. The yearning,the love making and the after care are better off when flipping through pages. The emotions are felt through accumulation of words and wild thoughts that would make your libido skyrocket and leave your body shaking, wanting more and more. Your fingertips bleeding, because it cannot stop flipping pages, and your eyes bawling out, because they cannot stop reading, whether it is a forbidden affair with a bride or a mafia lord who cannot just get enough of his slave. A collection of hundred stories, ten parts each and different narratives to fill up your wet dreams and warm up your skin. WARNING: This collection does not hold back on anything. Everything is raw and unfiltered from the intense lust from kissing to the mind blowing dripping orgasms gotten from impounding and fulfilling fantasies.

As soon as Danielle Bradford has recovered from her postpartum period, she brings her baby to the county clerk's office to register for the baby's birth certificate. "My baby's full name is Taylor Gardner. Her father is Matthew Gardner." The employee types on the keyboard, but his brows draw tighter afterward. "The system has flagged another child with the same name under the same father." His words leave Danielle momentarily stunned. Thinking that her ears have deceived her, she blurts out, "That's impossible! Our baby has just turned one month old!" But Danielle feels her phone buzzing in her pocket before she can finish speaking. She taps on the screen, only to see a photo sent by Matthew's assistant, Meghan Landry. In the photo, Matthew has his left arm wrapped around Meghan's waist while carrying a five-year-old boy with his right arm. The three of them stand in front of a kindergarten's entrance with smiles so bright that they practically sting Danielle's eyes. On the boy's chest is a nametag that clearly says "Taylor Gardner".