Spoon-fed

Humanity has finally done it and destroyed the world. After the spread of the killer virus that no one had a cure for, countries started to fight as greed has pushed them to expand their territories. And in the process, they provoked mother nature to take a stand. The plague evolved into something that twisted and deformed humans; they were neither dead nor alive. Just walking empty husks that fed on flesh and had one purpose, killing. The supernatural were exposed to the rest of the world; as they weren't spared and got affected, too. The result of this knowledge was chaos. Instead of creating one unity, the rest of the living were fighting among themselves and the undead. The entire world turned into a big arena and it was (survival of the fittest).

She was once a victim. Then, lock up in the warehouse for several years. Her family the one who's hurting of him, and not being fed off him. But she returns to take a revenge as a demon. She killed everyone, even the child, adult and old. She was Dorothy knocks on the door every night. Don't open the door.

Willow has been working for Dimitri Rustanov for the past nine months and with each passing day, she feels like quitting. Her attractive boss has been making her life a living hell and she has no idea why. Little does she know that Dimitri has a valid reason for pushing her away... Dimitri has always known he would have a werewolf mate but when Willow shows up and by all indications is his mate—his human mate—he does everything he can to push her away. That is until the day his wolf gets fed up and decides he wants his mate...

Victor murmured 'Happy Birthday Misha' as he fed me a small piece of cake. Wait! Why was he sounding so husky all of a sudden? Stop it! As usual, I was imagining things. I shook my head as I sliced a piece of cake with cherry and tried to feed him. But the icing was soft, and the cake began to slip away from my fingers. Victor grabbed my hand...(Oh my! I will remember this day forever!)... Closed his mouth around the cake and my fingers! And a hot rush which started somewhere in my core began to spread inside with lightning speed and I felt my cheeks burn. His mouth was so warm and his lips, they were everything I imagined them to be, and more. My lips parted as I watched him close his eyes and lick my fingers. There was something so sensual and possessive about it that I began to wonder the same thing all over again. Does Mr Popular and youngest pilot from his academy, Victor Matthews finally got a clue that I have been secretly in love with him all these years?

Vivienne Crane was a billionaire and vampire queen looking for a way to make synthetic blood for vampires in the Imperial Colony which had been once an old city where vampires fed on humans for blood. She reversed the state so the city became naturally kind for the humans to live. Love was never in her mind as she was so sure that being a vampire queen meant legal for her to be alone forever, until she met Dr. Lazlo Howard who would help her formulate the synthetic blood for the vampires. A constant temptation was all about him. There was something ancient about the scientist that Vivienne's crystal ball couldn't see what behind his genius brain and drop-dead gorgeous feature was. Curiosity could kill you. But it wouldn't matter if you were the vampire queen. Especially when you found out he was also an incubus, the perfect lover for a vampire queen. Will Vivienne be able to resist falling for her handsome colleague? Or she'll be wondering forever after their one night stand?

The train to Centraford was about to depart. That was the ride we'd spent our entire life savings—30 thousand bucks—to get a ticket for. I was gripping my mate, Byron Reynolds's, hand tightly, trying to pull him onto the last train to Centraford. This was the chance I'd waited three long years for. Once we entered Centraford, we could rise from being low-tier civilian werewolves to official Silvren Talons workers—registered, salaried, and numbered. If we missed this train, we'd be stuck forever in Sidersville, a chaotic melting pot, never able to enter the heart of the werewolf city-state. But Byron held us back, refusing to leave without Lisa Peters, who was still down by the river, washing her face. In the very last second before the train took off, I had our friends forcibly drag Byron aboard. We made it to Centraford and became Silvren Talons workers. But Lisa missed her chance. She was left behind in Sidersville and became a rogue, a plaything passed around by countless men. A few years later, she was tortured to death. Byron looked fine on the surface. But on the day of our marking ceremony, he drove a silver blade into my stomach, killing the pup growing inside me, and tore out my heart. His eyes burned red as he growled through clenched teeth, "This is all your fault. You're the reason Lisa never made it to Centraford. "She suffered so much before she died. Why do you get to be happy?" After killing me, he chopped my body up and fed it to the stray dogs. Then I opened my eyes—and found myself right back at the train station, before it departed. This time, I'd wait with him for the woman he loved so much. And I'd make him pay for everything he did to me and my pup.

Although he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, Daniel King Carnillo was a magnet for bullies. Despite the severe bullying, he was able to survive his fourth year in high school. One day, a group of guys took his card and threw it away. Incidentally, Hannah Mae De Vera found it-she was the most popular girl in school-she tampered with King's name on the report card and happily showed it to her mother. But her mother found out about the tampering and made a deal with her. She shall need to graduate with excellent grades in math, otherwise she would be expelled and unable to proceed to college. That was why she needed the help of King. King became her tutor and unintentionally their hearts fell in love with each other. But a revelation from the past ruin everything they started. Despite knowing the truth, King and Hannah manage to graduate, struggling to ignore the feelings they had once. But Hannah wasn't able to pass the aisle due to deep devastation. Will the wounds from the past heal the heartaches of the present?

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."

Ember accepted her lot in life. On the run, she only wishes to find out the truth behind her dreams and solve the memory of her past. Keegan has only cared about protecting his pack, but when he sees the beauty dancing on stage and the flicker of flames in her eyes his body screams, Mate! Can Keegan tame the flames of Ember and together solve the mystery of her missing past? Or will they all burn together? Excerpt: “This is the reason I’m always tired,” I think to myself. Twenty-four years of coming here and still not a single clue, but every time I close my eyes, I return to this place. I know my surroundings perfectly. Oddly the place is beautiful to the eyes. The old house sat among flowers growing around all sides. The aroma of honeysuckle and jasmine fill my lungs filling me with a moment's peace. I’m sitting in my usual spot. Gripping the ropes of a swing in the front yard held by a large oak tree. Waiting I begin pushing my legs back and forth sending me in motion. I know something is about to happen. It happens every night. The house moves in front of my eyes. I see the shadows coming, but I don’t stop swinging. They are black as night but I can see smiles within the shadow grinning bright. “What is this place!” I cry, fed up with this nightly repetition, but no sound emerges. A noise can be heard from the back of the house. One of the shadows turns toward it. I jump down to follow only to have the other shadow hold me back. “Don’t go. Not yet. Listen to me!”

I was done. Done with men. Women say it all the time; they get fed up, throw their hands in the air, and vow a life of celibacy—until the next chiseled chest comes into view and then they’re foaming at the mouth and wiping the drool from their chins. But this was different, I really meant it. I’d been manhandled by the last pig that would ever bring his sausage near me. After one of the nastiest divorces in history, followed by some of the crudest and raunchiest dates, I’d decided to bat for the other team. …At least I tried. But creating the next Brat Pack hadn’t been on the agenda. Neither had my date’s brother, Collier West. And I wasn’t prepared for finding true love at the end of my gal-pal tryst. Girl Crush is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.