The Book It Ends With Us

Lake is the new girl in town, she meets the quiet boy. A typical love story. Except she had friends in her mind that she talks to, and he isn’t quite who he says he is.

Untold Series #1 --- When I opened my eyes, I was completely in a different world. This isn't the library, this is some sort of a kingdom! "This is just a fictional story... How can I be here...?" A story that's a complete mystery... "To return to my world, I must find who's the culprit behind King Dione's death." A story that needs a plan to survive on her fate... "But the prince must die at the end of the story..." But what if her fate is to kill the prince? Will she follow the script or scheduled event so as not to disrupt the flow of the story? Or... "W-why does it have to be me...? This is so complicated!" Will she change it and make her ending? "The prince must fall for you, remember that. Once the prince fall for you, use that as an advantage, you must kill him, that's the only thing we can do after all they did to our family" "You are our only hope, Abigail"

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

When I went to buy a new house, all I found was crumpled newspaper where my savings should've been. I almost called the cops—until I found out Tony Jarrett, my own husband, had blown seven years of my hard-earned cash on a shiny new motorcycle. For Pauline Schmidt. His ex. I asked why. He just shrugged. "She's a single mom. Life's tough. This way, she won't have to walk so much." I wanted to scream, but I swallowed it down. Made him at least get an IOU from her. While I was busy sourcing stuff for the factory, a flood warning hit our town. And Tony? Out buying toy cars with Pauline and her kid. Our son was home alone, trying to stay above water. I was back. Like life hit rewind and dropped me into that exact day. The day he gave her the motorcycle. I saw them—laughing, tight, like their own little picture-perfect family. But I didn't cry this time. Didn't beg. Just turned and walked off.

My husband was ruled by his obsessive-compulsive disorder, enforcing rigid schedules that governed our household. On our daughter's birthday, he and his assistant showed up late. The girl, who mirrored her father's need for order, wasn't upset. She just smiled and invited them to cut her cake. My heart shattered as I watched their cream-covered faces and joyful photos. The next day, I handed him the divorce agreement, confusing him. "Just because Edith didn't cut the cake with you?" "Yes."

“No! Please, Santiago--” I whimpered, as his hand seized my wrist with an iron grip, yanking me forward, dragging me effortlessly toward the chair he had pulled into the center of the room the night before. The symbol of my humiliation. He stopped right in front of the chair, spinning me around, facing him. "You want me to be your monster, mi ángel?" His hand grabbed my throat, tilting my chin up until my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I flinched from the sudden movement. "Cause I’ll be your favorite monster — just say the word, cariño." Santiago’s face hovered only inches from mine. His lips so close, I could taste the sweetness of his breath — once making butterflies take flight in my stomach, now curdling my insides into a cold, suffocating fear. Slowly, his free hand rose toward my face. I held my breath. His touch was deceptively soft and gentle, caressing my cheek. His thumb lingered against my lips, tracing them slowly, his eyes fixed there as he spoke — his voice soft, yet heavy with menace. "Divorce is not an option, mi amor. We took a vow five years ago. Remember?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, catching every flicker of fear before he delivered his last words like a verdict: "Till death do us part."

Hunter Vaugh, very known in the circuit of clandestine fights as The Sickle, was suspended form UFC for being a very unstable fighter and not being able to restrain his anger out of the rings. He is back to Portland and now dedicates himself to his bar, but he can’t adapt to this slow life. He’s a man who likes the sound of his Harley Davidson and to ride the curves of beautiful women. But behind that bad boy mask, all he desires is to have a woman that’s only his who will accept the beast that lives in him. Margareth Hanks is a veterinarian who just arrived in town, by a blow from destiny she sees herself face to face with Hunter turned into a wolf… He tasted Maggie’s soft skin, seduced by the her tempting scent, now Hunter is obsessed with this woman, he needs to have her at all cost.

What does love mean? What does it takes to love? How do you prove your love? What can make love last? Love is magical. Love makes us complete. Love gives us happiness. Love makes us live. But love is also a battle. A battle you need to fight. A battle you need to win. But how will you succeed it? And when do you win? Have you win after hearing the 3 words from the person you love? Have you win when you get a label? Have you win already when you now have a ring on your finger? Have you win after hearing the priest says, "You may now kiss the bride?" When do you exactly win? Does the battle end after the wedding? Actually, no. It's just the start of the battle. The real battle starts after the wedding. Nicholas Kalle Morton and Quiva Anastasia Morton battle, begins now.

Sara Terrence, a beautiful and young girl , following her traumatic childhood experiences and come to the point of her life , where she gets caught up in a love triangle as she experiences turns of event between Dave her defender and Lily her comforter. What holds it for the trio, as the battle for the love of Sara Terrence unfolds??Who will Sara choose and who will lose Sara?