Tch Adalah

She is fierce, brave, adventurous and hated humans She is a witch, beautiful and a red head who never knew what fate had in store for her. He is ruthless, brutal, kind and a young prince who never wanted to be king. He is ravishing handsome that no princess of any kingdom can let go of his charms but everything changed when he got killed in a bloody war. Merga, a beautiful witch met and fell in love with Robert, a young king who dreaded witches But how will they face a love build with hatred between humans and witches. Will Merga give up her love for Robert or will love always prevail? A fantasy romance novel no romance lover will try to miss.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.

Julia was a human girl living alone in the woods when she stumbled upon an injured man, or so she thought. She brought this man into her home and treated and fed him not knowing that this man was not a human and was imprisoned away for a reason. Ezekiel is a monster, a beast. He who lives for bloodthirst and war. He has never loved and never will but as days and months pass by, he starts to become more tamed, less agile. The human girl does not know that she had freed something that should never be freed. How will Julia react when she discovers his real identity? How will Ezekiel handle if the human girl he's mated to discovers what a monster he is?

Si Aika ay isang simpleng empleyada sa kompanya ng mga armas na pagmamay-ari ng bilyonaryong si Don Jacinto Herrera, ay laging nangangarap ng mas magandang buhay. Sa kabila ng hirap ng kaniyang buhay at mababang suweldo, hindi mapigilan ni Aika ang mag-isip ng paraan para makamtan ang kayamanang matagal niyang pinapangarap. Isang araw, nalaman ni Jaika ang isang lihim na matagal nang itinago ng pamilyang Herrera—ang pagkawala ng kanilang nag-iisang anak na si Isaid. Ang plano niya ay makuha ang atensyon ni Isaid at magpabuntis sa kaniya upang maging bahagi ng makapangyarihang pamilyang Herrera. Alam niyang si Isaid ay ang tanging tagapagmana ng imperyo ng kanilang kompanya at ang pagkakaroon ng anak mula sa kaniya ay ang pinakamabilis na daan para maging bilyonaryo siya. Magtagumpay ka siyang magpabuntis kay Isaid? Magiging bilyonaryo rin ba siya?

Prince Sebastian, the heir to the throne has always been destined for an arranged marriage. Edward never expected that he would be the other half of the arranged marriage. The prince is happy with the match, but Edward is not. Soon enough he finds his lack of feelings for the prince is the least of his problems when the consequences of entering the royal family become clear. It seems like they will never have a perfect marriage.

Two pink lines on a pregnancy test. I was going to surprise my husband, Vince, the Moretti family heir. Instead, the surprise was on me. A pair of black lace panties—not mine—left in his car. The air reeked of cheap perfume and betrayal. I stormed his casino, demanding answers. But I found her in his private suite. Sophia. She smirked, looking me up and down. “You must be the wife. I’ve seen your picture on the nightstand. Vince says you’re a boring little nun. Says he can’t even get hard looking at you.” I snapped. My hand shaking, I hurled a glass of red wine in her face. She shrieked, stumbled back, and crashed into a glass cabinet. Blood bloomed across the carpet. Vince burst in and slapped me so hard I hit the floor. "Are you insane?! She's carrying my heir!" My heart shattered. As I fell, a darker pool of blood spread beneath me. Our baby. I was miscarrying. And when forced to choose between his wife and his whore, Vince chose her. He forgot who put him on his throne. I’m not some trophy wife he can discard. I am a DeLuca. A princess of the underworld. So for revenge, I married his worst enemy, Dante Costello. And when we burned his empire to the ground, Vince finally broke. He got on his knees and begged me to come back.

A group of high school girls was in the middle of doing their sacrificial rite to their make belief goddess when Audrey barged right into the scene and freed their 'sacrificado'. The ritual-gone-bad incident eventually led the girl to fall to her early demise. But to her utter surprise, when she opened her eyes again, she found herself transcending into a different world. Eventually, her complicated fate forced her to cross-dress and live with five young men under the same roof. But would she be able to hide her identity until the end?

After discovering her true identity as a witch, Mira's life takes a drastic turn, leading to her being isolated from her pack and living a miserable life. On her 18th birthday, she hopes to find comfort in her mate, but instead, she's met with rejection and animosity from the cruel Alpha King of the Mystic Shadow Pack. Mira's heartbreak only intensifies after her family is killed by a rival pack, leaving her with an intense desire for revenge. In her pursuit of justice, Mira must decide whether to use her powers for vengeance or seek assistance to correct the wrongs done to her. Will Mira find the strength to fight back against those who have wronged her, or will she succumb to her pain and despair?

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After being reborn, the first thing I did was switch my newborn daughter. In my previous life, soon after she was born, a blood test showed her type was AB. But mine was B, and my husband's was O—there was absolutely no way we could have an AB-type child. My husband flew into a rage and demanded a paternity test on the spot. To everyone's shock, the results proved she was biologically related to me, but not to him. He slapped me hard across the face, his voice trembling with disappointment. "I've always treated you well. I only ever loved you—and this is how you repay me?" My mother-in-law wailed and cursed me for cheating, accusing me of bearing another man's child to steal their family fortune. I was completely stunned. I knew better than anyone who the father of my child was—how could she possibly not be my husband's? In no time, everyone turned against me. They called me a cheater, a tramp. My husband divorced me and went online to play the victim, stirring up a storm of hate and harassment that never seemed to end. With nowhere to go and no one left to believe me, I took my baby in my arms and jumped from a building. Even in death, I couldn't make sense of it all. And when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my daughter was born.