Sparkle For The Soul

Three years back, a crash wrecked Rhea's hearing—and the future she'd built her life around. At her lowest point, Eddie stayed by her side like a hero, pulling her out of the shadows. But the second she got her hearing back and thought she could finally tell him... she heard the truth: he'd planned the whole thing. For his beloved. So she could win. Yeah, he was already engaged. To that girl. Rhea didn't cry. Didn't scream. Just picked up her phone. "Grandpa, I'm ready. I'm taking back the Cliburn name. And I'm entering the international piano competition as your heir."

She thought that their story would be the typical secretary and boss romance and boy was she wrong. Niklaus Rogers not only let himself into her life but also hurt her in more ways than she could explain. Would she be able to let go of the pain and accept him back?

#R18.. SHE SPENT TEN YEARS LOCKED UP ONLY TO BE BOUGHT BY THE MAN WHO MIGHT JUST BE INVOLVED IN HER MISFORTUNE. Aurelia Costa has spent her almost all her adolescent in an auction house where girls are being bought like cattles. The ones who don’t get successfully auctioned gets beaten and sexually assaulted. Everything changes for her when she gets auctioned by a mysterious mafia boss. He’s the strangest person she has ever seen as she feels uncomfortable whenever she’s near him.She doesn’t know what he wants from her— why he bought her. But she knows one thing, and that’s the fact that he’s absolutely dangerous for her. And his twin might just be her mate. What starts as a game of manipulation and revenge turns into a sick twisted addictive cat and mouse of the heart— and blood. 🔥CONTENT WARNING: This is a DARK, 18+ paranormal mafia romance. It contains graphic sex scenes, blood lust, morally gray characters, obsession, manipulation, power play, trauma, and violence. Not for sensitive readers. Read at your own risk.

In a world where magic is a distant memory, where humans have the ability to harness a dormant power within them called Battle Force... A man from modern Earth suddenly awakens in the body of Norton Lorist, a young man of noble ancestry who has been exiled from his northern homeland by his family to Morante City, the capital of the Forde syndicate, under the guise of furthering his education. Little did he know what was in store for him when, years later, he received a summons from his family to return to the northern lands and inherit the position of head of the family... This is the story of his life before the summons... This is the story of his journey north and the allies he gathers along the way... This is the story of his rebuilding of his family's dominance and his protection against other power-hungry nobles... These are the "Tales of the Reincarnated Lord".

At the company's celebration dinner, the new HR guy slapped a bill on the table—$860 for A/C and venue costs from our last all-nighter. I shot a look at Sherry—my girlfriend, my boss—thinking she'd have my back. Nope. She latched onto HR's arm and said, "Quentin, this isn't your daddy's company. Quit freeloading." And just like that, nine years of busting my ass for this company, and turns out—I was the discount item on the menu.

Princess Avalea, a Venusian Witch and the heir to the throne of the magical kingdom of Altair, finds herself on the run after witnessing the assassination of her father, the King. Helpless and hurt, she is forced to seek refuge with Aldrich, a Werewolf, a Cursed One. While Venusian Witches are the highest, the purest amongst all magical beings in Altair, the Werewolves, also known as the Cursed Ones are the lowliest, the crassest, the crudest. They're savages who have gained entry into Altair by deceitful means. Or at least, that's what Princess Avalea has been led to believe. With assassins after her own life and a traitor to weed out, the only person Princess Avalea can trust, ironically, is Aldrich the Werewolf. As he nurses her back to health, her prejudices begin to dissolve, and a bond develops between the savagely handsome werewolf and the pure, ethereally beautiful witch princess. But Aldrich has secrets. Deep, dark secrets that can shatter Avalea's heart and leave it broken beyond repair.

When the paths of a mafia's runaway daughter and a grieving businessman cross paths, with a contract as the intersection. • • • Genesis lives a pretty contented life as a nurse. Her life has no drama outside the ruckus she faces at the hospital. Smooth and somewhat steady, that was how her life was moving until she was assigned to a little boy that had temporarily lost his ability to walk. The kid was not a problem, however his father was. Dante De Ambrose was one hell of an unpredictable man, quite like his son. He had resorted to facing his child and his business after he witnessed the gruesome murder of his wife and first love. Until he came across a force that cracked his shell, a woman that easily reached into his heart and touched those parts that he had been hiding away for so long; a woman that made his son smile like he never had since they both lost the most important woman in their lives. A contract marriage comes into the mix as things begin to get more complicated. For Dante, it is for the sake of his son; and for Genesis, it's simply for the extra funds. All in all, for both of them, it is nothing more than an agreement... or is it really?

Sharon Smith could not believe that the man who took her last night was the one looking so formidable this morning. She was stricken with shame. She had been convinced last night that he felt the same as she but she had been sadly mistaken. It must have meant nothing to him but a release of sexual tension. She flinched at the memory of his lovemaking, bit her lip and tasted the saltiness of her own blood. Damn this arrogant fool to hell!

“You’ll serve me as a mistress. My personal sex slave.” He said, in his ever calm sultry and silky voice and if it were not for the words that he had spoken, I would have been carried away by that voice. “What? You can’t be serious! That is not happening at all.” Maybe I should have thought through my words before speaking because the moment the words were out of my mouth the Alpha’s dark eyes turned even darker. *** On the night of the feast of Alphas, Catherine spills some onto the jacket of one of the Alphas present and she thought her life would be ruined for good, especially when the Alpha King decided to step in to clear off the debt and also acquire her as a mistress, little did she know that this singular experience was about to change her life forever.

Am omega. Dancing for the pleasure of men. Sold to whoever would want to buy her. Did not have a life of her own. A slave. Born by other slaves. Born to listen to other humans and obey their will. Born to give whatever had been asked for her. That was who Anna was. And in a bid to get sold to the next person who would get control of her life, Xandros had appeared out of the blue. The Lycan who everyone heard in myths but hardly saw had come to Abaddon and was placing a bid on her head. She was sold to him. Because Xandros had an Athena who killed herself and his baby and she looked like that Athena. *** She was meant to hate him. Hate her life. But in Khaos, Anna found out she was more than who she thought she was and that changed it all. He was meant to pour out his anger on her. Meant to hate her. She had been cultured to accept whatever he would do to her, without a sound. But when Xandros realized this woman could break even the walls that guarded his heart, Xandros made a promise. Never to let her slip out of his hand.