Ring Of The Fallen God

Reverse Harem: Rated 16+ After Rose's grandparents passed away, her family moves from Texas to Oregon. Quickly after arriving, she meets many characters with individual charms that attract her attention. What happens when soon after, she hears the word "mate" coming from their mouths? A guaranteed happy ending novel.

“I can give up everything. I can be your slave. You can use me for all your satisfaction, just let my father go.”

"Do you Aria Carter Stephenson take Dave Micheal Mendez to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish in times of good health and bad health, rich and poor till death do you part?" My fingers tightened on my gown as I turned to the side, searching through the crowd. I locked eyes with my brother who had a blank expression. "Aria?" The priest called my attention. Taking a deep breath, I turned back to look at Dave. "No, I don't." Aria Stephenson is a small-town girl who got an opportunity to work as a fashion designer in a big clothing company with the hope of making a name for herself in the fashion industry. Dave Mendez is a who was forced to take over his father's company which happens to be the same company Aria got employed in. Instead of trying to impress his father, Dave got distracted by a certain hazel-eyed girl. They ended up falling in love like every other love story but what happens when a buried secret comes out and breaks them apart? Credits to Katherine, IG- @moonlightwriter100 for the book cover.

Freya Daniella Howard, 24 years old, first heir of Howard Constructions is in ‎love with her boyfriend ‎Benjamin, but scared to tell that to her parents ‎because she knows Benjamin will not meet with ‎their expectations. When her ‎mother asks who she is dating, she without much thought says her best ‎friend's ‎name - Rafael. ‎ Rafael, 28 years old, sole heir of Eastmond Builders, secretly dating a model ‎because he ‎knows his high and mighty parents have high plans for him. ‎Though he's not much bothered because he only wants to savor his love-life for now and focus on his dream; to be eligible enough to be the CEO of his ‎family's business. ‎ However, Freya's lie which was intended to be unharmed ruins all his plans ‎and he becomes her ‎betrothal out of nowhere. Their families celebrate the ‎moment and tie them into Wedlock -- too swift for ‎them to comprehend what in the world has happened to them.‎ Is it fate or Freya's heedless mistake that confined them into marriage?.....hard ‎to answer. ‎

ยอมรับว่าเขาอยากแก้แค้นเธอจนตัวสั่น แต่ความจริงอีกฟากก็คือ เขาแม่งโคตรอยากได้เธอจน ... สั่นเช่นกัน! เธอรักหมดใจ... เธอ...มอบทั้งร่างกายและวิญญาณให้เขา เขา...กำลังหัวเราะเยาะเธออยู่ในเกมที่มีแค่เขาคนเดียวที่รู้กติกา! เมื่อรักแท้ถูกแลกด้วยคำลวง เมื่อคนที่ไว้ใจที่สุด...กลายเป็นคนที่เหยียบหัวใจเธอจนแหลกไม่มีชิ้นดี! . รักครั้งนี้...ไม่มีพื้นที่สำหรับ "คนโง่" มีแต่ "ผู้แพ้" ที่ต้องเจ็บจนจำ! ถ้าเคยเชื่อในคำว่า รักแท้ ต้องอ่าน! ถ้าเคยเจ็บจากการ โดนหลอก ห้ามพลาด! ถ้าอยากรู้ว่า...ระหว่างความรักกับความแค้น อะไรจะชนะ ห้ามกะพริบตา! #เสือร้าย #กระต่ายกล้าหาญ #เกมหัวใจที่ไม่มีผู้ชนะ #แค้นฉิบหายสุดท้ายก็พ่ายแพ้

Destiny is never an easy thing to think about nor believe, that's what Krissy has in her mind since the beginning. She doesn't really believe in fairy tales, or even think of her own story to be like one of those with happy endings. As long as she can be a doctor, it is more than enough for her. But that belief shooked when she met her bestfriend's brother, Jonathan, a Business Management student from UST that will make her believe that love could be really so magical. And when she thought that it is already 'almost' the ending, her family faces the hardest problem in their lives that will make her choose between her family or Jonathan. Will she stay with Jonathan for this time around, or she will let their destiny falls down and just forget about him for the sake of her family?

Roy Blanche dosen't do love and cares less about how others view him. But a chance encounter with a freshman of his college, Jeremy Dahl, changes everything. Jeremy can evoke the long dormant emotions in Roy and hence Roy has started thinking otherwise. You know it, the feeling of being in love, just beautiful. [Written during my teenage years. Excuse the imperfections. Happy Reading.]

สัญญาหนึ่งฉบับ...แลกกับความช่วยเหลือ แต่สิ่งที่เขาเอาคืนกลับไป มันมากกว่านั้น เหมยลี่รู้ดีว่าการตามหาความจริงเรื่องการตายของพ่อแม่...ไม่ใช่เรื่องที่เด็กสาวธรรมดาคนหนึ่งจะทำได้ โดยเฉพาะเมื่อเบื้องหลังมันเกี่ยวพันกับอำนาจ เงิน และความลับที่ถูกฝังไว้ในบ้านที่เธออาศัยอยู่ แต่เธอไม่มีทางเลือก และเขา...เหมราช ก็เสนอข้อตกลงที่ไม่ต่างจากกับดักร้าย “มาเป็นผู้หญิงของฉัน แล้วฉันจะช่วยเธอ” จากเด็กสาวผู้หวังแค่คำตอบ กลายเป็น ‘ของเล่น’ ที่เขาครอบครองตามอำเภอใจ ในฐานะ ‘เมียเก็บ’ ที่ไม่มีสิทธิ์รัก ไม่มีสิทธิ์หวง และไม่มีแม้แต่สิทธิ์เจ็บ ทุกการแตะต้องคือคำสั่ง ทุกหยาดน้ำตาคือความอ่อนแอที่เขาไม่เคยเห็นค่า กระทั่งวันที่เขาเริ่มหวงเธอ... กระทั่งวันที่เขาเริ่มอยากรั้งเธอไว้ แต่ก็สายเกินไปแล้ว... เพราะในวันที่เธอพร้อมมอบหัวใจให้ไป เขาเหยียบมันจนแหลกละเอียดด้วยมือของตัวเอง

It was our seventh anniversary. Christopher Quinton proposed to me with nothing but a ring pull. He got his true love a house. When I said no, he rebuked me like I was some sort of gold digger. "I thought my love for you was worth more than anything money could buy. I only got Rachel that house to pay her back for all she did for me. I can't believe you thought I still loved her. You disappoint me." I broke up with him and tossed the ring pull into the bin. Then, I walked off. The next day, Christopher took away my position as VP and told everyone he was getting engaged to Rachel. … Five years later, we ran into each other at a charity horserace. He was a successful businessman, and the woman beside him was Rachel, all dressed in custom-made clothes. I was dressed in janitor attire and stuffing plastic bottles into my woven bag. He mocked, "Look at you, Queenie Dean. Scavenging for a living. Bet you didn't see this coming when you ditched me, did you?" I ignored him. My son had run off, and I had to look for him. The boy noticed the plastic bottles that were strewn across the ground, and he insisted that we stay back to finish his social practice activity here.

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]