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Después de que la empresa consiguiera el financiamiento, mi esposa, la presidenta Esther Arreola, estaba a punto de hacer pública nuestra relación. Pero Joel Chávez, su excompañero de la universidad, más joven que ella y recién incorporado a la empresa, subió de repente al escenario y, con una sonrisa arrogante, soltó: —Esther, ¿no crees que me estás consintiendo demasiado al hacer público lo nuestro? Esther ni siquiera lo negó. Al contrario, sonrió y de inmediato metió a Joel en uno de los proyectos clave de la empresa para inflarle el currículum. Al instante, todos los empleados presentes rompieron en aplausos y se deshicieron en elogios, como si de verdad fueran la pareja perfecta. Un colega con el que llevaba años trabajando, al ver que yo no decía nada, incluso se inclinó hacia mí y me susurró: —Felipe, ¿no eras buenísimo para quedar bien con todo el mundo? ¿Qué haces ahí parado? Ve y felicítalos. No armé ningún escándalo ni reclamé nada. Simplemente le deslicé a Joel mi credencial de jefe de proyecto y, con una generosidad fingida, dije: —Solo participar en el proyecto es poca cosa para alguien como tú. Mejor quédate con mi puesto de jefe de proyecto. Considéralo mi regalo por haber hecho pública tu relación con Esther.

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."

Seorang lulusan terbaik Al-Azhar bernama Reyhan, akan meminang nona cantik bernama Lyodra Arabella Rawles, atas dasar perjodohan. Kepribadiaan keduanya yang sangat bertolak belakang menjadikan keduanya sulit berkomunikasi, Ditambah sifat keras kepala Lyodra yang membuat Margin muak, dan ingin menukar menantunya dengan Rara sahabat Lyodra sendiri. Terlebih kisah masa lalu antara Orangtua Reyhan dan Lyodra yang masih saja menjadi misteri awal mulanya gagasan perjodohan ini diutarakan.

"You can never marry the heir,” She was the servant who loved him in secret, while he was the prince who once marked her under a blood moon and then looked her in the eye years later and lied like she was nothing. Then one night he screamed “mate” and collapsed at her feet, and everything they buried came roaring back. Now her quiet heart has awakened with revenge. Wolves drop to their knees when she passes, the crown that should’ve always been hers is burning in her blood, and he’s on his knees in the snow, begging for the girl he destroyed. An enemy Alpha is already riding to claim her in chains. He’ll crawl through hell to get her back, she’ll have to decide if love is worth the ashes, and somewhere between the begging and the burning, a rejected mate becomes the most dangerous queen alive.

At the end of the altar stands the groom, the man I’m meant to marry beside the groom stood my mate.

On the day my boyfriend and I moved into our new home, his ex-girlfriend gave us a mysterious gift. The moment I opened the front door, a swarm of hornets came flying out. I screamed in fright as I felt seven or eight stings from them. His ex, Erica Loft, jumped out from behind the door with a giggle. She shouted, "Surprise! "I went up the mountains to visit a master craftsman. I wanted to get you this specially brewed hornet wine, and I even brought back a hornet's nest for you to decorate your new house with! "Isn't this a great gift?" Erica made a face at us. She was gleeful at the messy predicament I was in. My boyfriend, Joe Fulham, clenched his teeth. He rushed forward to grab Erica by the wrist as he shouted angrily at her. "Are you crazy? Don't you know that hornets are venomous?! Is this really a surprise, or are you trying to hurt us?" I listened to another one of their huge arguments from behind the door, feeling like an outsider in my own relationship. As I felt the stinging pain in my arm, I knew this wedding was about to fall through.

I thought Christmas had already broken me. Betrayal, loss, and a miscarriage that shattered everything I’d built. So I did the only reckless thing a heart in ruins could do: closed my eyes, jabbed a finger at a map, and bought a ticket to wherever it landed. No plan. No hope. Just a wounded heart running from the wreckage. I wanted quiet. Snow. A place to breathe and heal. I found him instead. A man who feels too wild for this world, all heat and muscle and dark, hungry eyes. He kisses like he’s claiming something. Touches like he’s learning every secret my body holds. His strength borders on impossible. His presence, addictive. He calls me his naughty little Christmas gift. And every time he drags his mouth down my throat, I forget every reason I had to stay guarded. But the deeper I fall, the stranger things become. The room around him feels alive. The night listens when he speaks. His eyes flash with an animal glow that shouldn’t exist, and the sound he makes when he’s holding back, low, guttural, trembling the air between us doesn’t belong to any man. I should run. Ask questions. Save myself. But I’m far too gone. Even willing to be ruined by whatever he is. So I ignore the question whether I’m losing my mind, or whether the fear curling beneath the heat is real. And let him keep unwrapping me like the gift he thinks I am. Because whatever lives inside him…it’s the first thing that’s made me feel alive again.

Aaron Morris had it all. Good looks, a beautiful girlfriend, good grades in college. He only had one problem. He was being stalked by a red-haired nightmare otherwise known as Bella Davis! She was the bane of his existence, a thorn on his side who won't leave him alone no matter what. Will he ever get rid of her or will she continue to annoy him with her unrequited love?*This is the spin-off of The Ugly One but can be read as a stand alone novel. However, I recommended you read that one first :)*

Maya Luca ne rate jamais un contrat. Elle respecte les règles. Elle termine le travail. Elle disparaît. Sa prochaine mission exige bien plus qu’une balle. Elle doit épouser le Don de la Mafia Marco Marti, gagner sa confiance et mettre fin à sa vie en quatre-vingt-dix jours. Le plan est parfait. Jusqu’à ce que quelqu’un d’autre essaie de le tuer en premier. Au sein du domaine Marti, Maya découvre un homme qui observe tout et ne révèle rien. Chaque attaque la force à se rapprocher de lui. Chaque secret l’entraîne plus profondément dans son empire. Puis Marco prouve qu’il sait exactement qui elle est. Au lieu de la punir, il lui offre le pouvoir. Désormais, Maya doit choisir : obéir au réseau qui la possède, ou se tenir aux côtés de l’homme qu’elle était chargée de détruire et régner sur un empire bâti sur le sang. Dans un monde où la loyauté vacille à chaque coup de feu, l’amour n’est pas une faiblesse. C’est un levier.

Jessica and her family went to visit her aunt during holidays,she didn't want to go along because she had a bad feeling about the house. In the same day they arrived armed man broke into the house,no one knew they reason they came but they killed her Aunt Laura and was messing around with them. Little did they know that Jessica wasn't a typical teenager. She was just walking on a thin line. They messed with the wrong house.