Surfer Who Lost Arm To Shark Novels & Stories

"You're my sister. I don't care if I'm drugged—this ain't it. You ain't my cure." Carlo Quaranta's eyes were shot red, chest heaving, but that rage? Way hotter than any craving. "Even if you make me marry you, I'll never love you." Vera Este didn't doubt it. Not for a second. He meant every damn word. Last time, she was the so-called "cure"... and it dragged her straight into marriage. She stared at his face—still young. Felt like it belonged to someone from a whole other life.

“I have to return the same energy I got from you, call it being proud or pride, but I call it wickedness because, The goal is to stay wicked.” Marcus whispered in Zena's ear slowly while he pecks her neck gently and his breath tease her sensation which turns her erogenous. Marcus despises Zena with everything he holds dearly but pretend to love her at all cost. Unknowingly, her throne was auctioned to two male potential Alphas whom she coincidently met. One of them is her soulmate and the other is her bedmate. But will Zena ever discover her real identity? Will she ever find out the truth of her lost throne and who is the betrayer? For how long will she lay with the monster that enslave her?

I left one dire situation and landed in another! Why can't fairies be sweet?! My name is Jessa, and I recently took a trip to Ancient Troy because I said, "I didn't believe in fairies," while sitting on a fairy hill, during a full eclipse. I was on vacation with my family in Ireland, and my sister Meena was with me on the hill when I was sucked through time! Now, I ripped through time again, landing in Ancient Pompeii. Right before Mount Vesuvius destroys the whole area! The best part? My Trojan Prince husband has a twin in Rome and has purchased me as a slave! Why couldn't I return to my own time! Do you want to hear some sound advice? Don't ever piss-off a fairy!

Alpha Darren Dark went for his alpha training for years. He wanted to become strong enough to fight his devils. He wanted to control his wolf so he left everyone behind. Kaira Moon wanted to start a new life with him, she wanted him to be with her but Darren was so tangled in his problems that he didn't notice his mate or that she was hurting. Darren left her when she needed him the most... Not only that, but he also left his pack. In his problems will she be able to beat the pain of her mate leaving her and forgive her mate? Or Luna will have to move on in her life.

She was born an omega — weak, voiceless, invisible. He was born an Alpha — ruthless, feared, untouchable. When Aria Hale’s fated mate rejects her before the entire Silvercrest Pack, she’s left broken… until the night her blood burns silver beneath the moon. Hunted for a power she doesn’t understand and bound by a destiny older than the packs themselves, Aria must rise from ashes and face the Alpha who once cast her aside. But when love and vengeance intertwine, will she destroy him… or claim him forever? In a world where power is everything, the Luna of the Lost Bloodline will remind them that even the moon bows to her light.

My boyfriend, Jacob Torrance, claimed he hated being touched. Five years together, and all I got were stiff hand-holds and the rare side-hug. Even in bed, he kept his distance. I figured he was just emotionally shut off. Then he dropped this: he wanted a kid—with his mentor's daughter. "Take it as a sperm donation," he said. "Dr. Lynn asked me before he died. Wendy's got no one else." I smiled. "You don't have to explain. I support you." When you're over someone, there's no point fighting about what's right or wrong.

“I hope you're not fooled by my sweet looks Clair?” Emelia pushed her out her way, before closing the door, she stopped, turned, and stared at her from head to toe. “Don't be mistaken, I do want a man in the streets but a beast in bed” Poison to death by her husband and lover, Emelia Zorah is granted a second chance at life. She wants nothing but to stay as far away from him as possible, 5 years ago she had loved him but now was different. She despised even the air he breathed. Escaping the lights of marriage from her destined mate, she lands in his brother's arms, but what seems like a saving option in time turns out to be the blazing fire she dived from the firepan into.

Summer Willow, an orphan with no memories of her past, struggles to establish an identity for herself. She moves to New York City, where she meets Ryan and falls in love. Later, Ryan betrays her, causing her to lose every bit of hope she ever had in love. As a result, Summer becomes nonchalant, cold, and emotionally closed off. Her life begins to change when she meets Stephen Jones, a handsome billionaire who brings back the spark in her. He makes her believe in love again and helps her regain her lost identity. Little does Summer know that this same identity will become her biggest hindrance. Stephen Jones, a multimillionaire, was on his way to an important appointment when his car crashed into another vehicle that had taken the wrong lane. The accident triggered a strong sense of déjà vu as he rushed out to rescue the victim himself. The moment Stephen saw Summer, the solution to his long-lasting guilt flashed before his eyes. Could she be the girl he has been searching for?

As the holiday began, I encountered an exhilarating affair. One day, on a double-decker tour bus, I found myself locked in a passionate moment with a beautiful woman on the upper deck, all while my official girlfriend was napping on the lower level. The woman gently placed her soft hand on my upper body, murmuring sweetly, “See you tonight, love…” And just like that, I was completely captivated.

My adopted daughter, Phoebe Marsh, possessed an evil ability. Whenever she got hurt, the pain would also be inflicted directly on my biological daughter, Maisie Shaw. She deliberately hurt herself, covering her body with wounds and bruises. Then, she would turn around with cold eyes, watching Maisie writhe on the floor in agony until she passed out from the pain. With no medical solution available, I broke down and held Maisie close, begging my husband, Brandon Shaw, to send Phoebe away. However, he would erupt in fury. "It's obviously Maisie who's been faking illness for attention, and you're making up this ridiculous story to get rid of Phoebe. She's just a fragile, helpless child. How can you be so vicious?" After that, Phoebe escalated her self-harm even more viciously. Meanwhile, Maisie spent every day curled up in the corner of her bed, refusing to let anyone touch her. On Maisie's birthday, Phoebe threw herself from the fifth floor. Just as Maisie was blowing out her candles and making a wish, she suddenly began bleeding from all her facial orifices, and she died instantly. Yet, Phoebe only suffered minor scrapes. I died from overwhelming grief shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to Phoebe's first day in our home. Maisie was playing with her Legos when she suddenly clutched her ankle and started crying. This time, I grabbed the broom from behind the door and swung it toward Maisie, shouting, "I'll beat you up for faking illness and seeking attention!"