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"....do you Mr Amber take Miss Lexy to be your wedded wife till the end of time?" I waited for a response, I was supposed to be standing in front of my husband to be, waiting for him to say yes and then get wedded to him for the rest of my miserable life,but guess what? It wasn't My husband to be in front of me, it was his best friend holding up his phone! My husband to be claimed he had important things to do and so he wouldn't make it hear in person! And so,he decided to do a voice -not video call!! "Yeah sure whatever", he said immediately and hung the phone. I paused first... realizing what just happened. And then the conclusion was done. I was doomed! ********* Being forced to marry a well feared and known gangster is bad, but not knowing who you're married to is worse! Lexy finds herself being forced to become the wife of a well known serial killer and Don of all Don's. She finds herself trapped in all angles as she realizes that she can't leave this marriage until one of them is dead, and she gladly puts herself on the front line to die first than spend her entire life with blood and guns all over again like her previous life. But her Don doesn't give up on her anytime soon no matter how infuriating she was and keeps his vow he made to her mother. Allowing herself to finally submit, she realizes her life is about to destroy ten times more than how it was before. Will she finally break from his charm over her, or will she stay and fight with the most feared gangster in the world, the Don of all Dons

His name is Raive. The one who, 700 years ago, had lost. The necromancer who conquered half the world with an army of the undead, but then was buried alive under a terrible curse: never to die, never to be saved. He was so feared that all necromancy curses were buried with him, so that never again could such a dangerous magician arise. Angelina – a weak historian-necromancer whose only talent was a flawless grasp of the language of the dead. Fate willed it that she find a mysterious gravestone and break the seal holding the one who was never to be released: Raive – the King of the Dead! What will happen to them next? Will the Undead King help this unknown girl or will he use her mysterious blood to regain his own power and speed his way to the throne? What can they both do when passion begins to ruin all their plans, and dark desires call forth the worst poison?

The death of her sister shocked Belle but that didn’t stop her to step into the mystery of her sister’s murder. But what if those murderers aren’t done by a supernatural being? Belle’s sister died the day before her marriage. People claimed she had killed herself but Belle didn’t believe the investigation and decided to take it by herself. Everything comes down when she had no rules, and the only way for her to find the bottom of the mystery was to call up a demon. Except, this demon is a willful, selfish, and as handsome as devilish he was. Extract: In fear, Belle tried to dash but a hand had sneaked out from the black fog, holding tightly to her elbow. What followed the tight grip on her arm was a voice that sounded deep— deep enough to sound as though he hell was shallower compared to him. "Now, now, where are you running, little prey?" Belle didn't know what she had done. She didn't know what force had caused her to activate what she did. She didn't know what had happened either as her mind was slow to grasp her surrounding. But there was one thing she knew after staring back at the bright red eyes across her. She was looking at a demon. She had called a demon.

He took the arms of the chair tightly, holding her eyes firmly. “You signed a freaking contract! It seems like you don’t know where you are or who I am. You’re in hell now, and I’m the devil Flora,” he let go of the chair when he heard familiar footsteps approaching. Due to an unfortunate turn of events springing from a confrontation, inexperienced Catherine Flora becomes the Campaign Manager to the Smith family. She is treated like a disposable pawn and works hard to make an impression. Her actions don't go unnoticed when the Heir to the Smith wealth, Donovan Smith starts to fall in love with her. However, one wrong phone call changes the entire narrative. Catherine is forced to go into hiding to bear the son of a man who broke her heart. Will Donovan be able to win her back, or will she find solace in the arms of any man?

Him. Watching someone from afar and fantacising about them is seen as something extreme right? But for me, it's not. Especially when she should have been mine in the first place. Mine to hold, mine to love, mine to cherish and mine to keep. One silly bet, one silly bet and i let her slip out of my grasp. I've been waiting ten years and just like that one bet, I'm waiting for one opportunity. Although she belongs to another but when I get that opportunity, i'm never letting her go again. Even if i have to take her by force. Her. I made a one time silly mistake with a stranger but I am in love with another. After that, eveytime he comes close, i am tempted to give him all of me without holding back. Surely one more time wouldn't hurt right? It just has to be our dirty little secret.

"Take me, please." This time into his ear. He sat up some and grabbed my hips pulling me on to him harder. The deeper he went the more I lost control. I could tell he was holding back. Maybe he was afraid to hurt me. The bruises, because of what he knows about my past, He thinks he has to treat me like I'm fragile. I looked straight into his eyes. "I can take it, please, I want you to make me yours." I was begging him now. I saw his face change as he sat up and pushed my legs up higher. Suddenly he was slamming into me… ***** When Sandra married Ryan she thought she had married her hero. A young bright police detective on his way up. It wasn't long before she realized she was wrong. A narcissistic abusive man with the support of the city and the police department. She was trapped. Caged. Until the night of her monthly trip to the movies with the friends she was allowed. The other police detective’s wives. She saw his eyes as he leaned against the wall. A tinge of recognition as she walked past him. Then everything went dark.

Cian Xia, one of the Immortal world's masters, went into seclusion for twelve years, holding words of promise from his lover, Wun Lan, who died in a demon war. That their fates will be entwined once more after the promise years have passed. They meet again, but these time things are different. The lover he has been waiting for so long has changed, and their fate appears to have been assigned to someone else. Would Cian Xia accept reality and forget everything, or would he begin again with no love, promises, or disappointment? Reminder: This is bxb, so if you all don't like this type of genre, please stop reading it immediately and find another novel. Thank you. For those who love this kind of genre, welcome, friends, and enjoy. Thank you for your support and for reading my story in advance. FB PAGE: @Yiawanxi

My boyfriend Orion was the leading hunter of the Bright Moon Pack, who was sent on an S-class mission three years ago. Before he left, he told me to wait for his return, after which he would mark me. Holding him to his promise, I waited for over a thousand days, and he eventually did come back. I was delighted, but just ten days after I blissfully prepared for the marking ceremony, I overheard him speaking with his fellow hunters. "Are you sure you're going to mark Elara? What about Dahlia and Emery? Especially Emery—the pup's two years old and looks just like you. There's no hiding it at all." "Hell, the whole thing about a secret mission was a farce, to cover up for you hanging around for Emery's birth. If Elara knew the truth…" Orion shot his deputy a sharp glare right then. "Just tell Dahlia to keep her mouth shut and hide the pup. Elara's the only one for me." Dahlia? The pup? As it turned out, in those three years I was worried sick for him, he had a pup with another woman. My knuckles clenched, I returned to my room and called my father. "Dad, I want to go home."

Layla's life has never really felt like her own. Torn away from by the man she truly loves, Layla must choice between duty, desire, and destiny to keep pack, and her son, safe from an evil she didn't expect— Solomon whispered, “You are my mate, Layla Undertow. I swear this to you and to the Goddess, I will not reject you.” He looked deeply into her eyes, his long black eyelashes holding back tears.Immediately Layla knew she had crossed a line. “I love you. I am your mate. You felt it the same way I did. There is no magic that could force it. I want you.” But it didn’t matter anyway, for Anthony did not hear her. He instead clapped his hands and embraced Alistar. “This is good. You have my blessing.”Alistar winked at her over her father’s shoulder. “She is the mate I have been waiting for my entire life. She is mine.” Torn Between Two Alphas: The Luna’s Choice is created by Bethany Hardt, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Alpha Ethan's first love, Sarah, died unexpectedly just days before their marking ceremony. His grief was so profound, it sent shockwaves through the entire Duskrend pack. I spent my youth walking beside him, helping him crawl out of that darkness. And finally, when he was ready to love again, he chose to mark me. In the first two years after he marked me, I got pregnant twice. Both times ended in miscarriage. Ethan, heart aching, told me he couldn't bear to see me suffer through childbirth again. That he didn't want me to endure that kind of pain anymore. But in the third year, I conceived again. On the way to see the pack healer for a routine checkup, I was attacked by a wild beast. My wolf, desperate to protect me, burned through most of her life force holding the creature off. Ethan arrived just in time and carried me to the pack hospital himself. But the healer shook his head. We had lost too much time. The pup couldn't be saved. Worse, my ability to bear pups would be permanently damaged because my wolf was too injured to ever carry life again. My mother clung to me, sobbing. Ethan stood in the corner and smiled. "Joy just can't have pups anymore," he said. "But Sarah—Sarah lost her life because of people like you." Then he looked at my mother, his voice edged with contempt. "You were the one who forced Sarah to abort. You watched her—an Omega without a wolf—scream herself to death. So now, your daughter shall feel that pain too." Five years after severing our mate bond, Ethan had become the most powerful Lycan Chairman the region had ever seen—courted, admired, endlessly celebrated. And me? I was working at an underground club. I was dressed in scraps of fabric, smiling until my cheeks ached, bowing and pouring drinks for whoever walked into the VIP room. There shouldn't have been any reason for our paths to cross again. But Ethan held me tight, eyes red and refusing to let go— “Say it,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Call me your mate.”