The Extraordinary Life Of Sam Hell

Humanity exists in a gray area between good and evil, and inside this gray area are mysteries that cannot be revealed or comprehended. Humans don't know about the strange creatures that live in their world. To interact with other people and live normally, like a normal human. They're on a mission with humans. Reclaiming the souls of the dead can help protect people and keep the balance of nature. Their patience will be put to the limit by Elize, a cool undercover lady who causes them trouble. If Elize doesn't fear death, how can Lucian, her Guardian Angel, keep her safe? Dark, an Angel of Death, must figure out how to keep her from joining the long line of lost souls who have brought them nothing but misery through the millennia. Consider the consequences if Aza, the Angel of Mischief and one of the fallen angels, decides to step in. If Elize is intransigent and Aza interferes, neither or both of the Guardians will be able to complete their mission.

No conscious? Check! Inappropriate humor? Check! Breaking several laws to be with their mates? Check! No f*cks left to give? Check! These wolves have gone through hell and back - and now they're back for revenge, claiming back what was once taken from them... Book 1: Hell's Alpha (Chapter 1 - 66) (WARNING: Polygamy) Book 2: Hell's Angel (Chapter 67 - 140 updating) (WARNING: huge age-gap couple) Book 3: Hell's Beast (Coming soon!) (WARNING: Contains actions of fur-to-skin sex)

Sophia Ivanov Loosing my mother at the age of 16, the only person out of my parents who showered me with love, being left behind with the person who hated me. I always thought it was because I was a girl but he never looked at my baby sister Lucy with the look of disgust on his face. He always had the look of adoration and affection in his eye's whenever he looked at my brother's and Lucy. At he age of 20, my wedding was ambushed by a mafia, my husband killed in between the crossfire and me being rushed to the hospital.Waking up in that hospital I wasn't the same giddy Sophia. I started training, getting better then my brother's. Papa giving me extra attention then my brother's, taking me on mission's with him. Papa never let my brothers go on mission's. That was our father and daughter time. Killing people in cold blood without any remorse. Years went past and my older brother Alessandro died. A nother person I held dearly to my heart being ripped away from me. That same year Papa stepped down as the Don of the Russian mafia, handing the responsibility over to me. Taking the Russian mafia to the next level, continuing papa's legacy but ten times better. I was worse then papa was and people feared me more then papa. I was a Ivanov, this was my destiny but as the years went past, mafia's got fearless because papa got old and they thought papa was still the Don. Mafia's who got bold enough, to threaten my family and my mafia. I took care of them one by one but what I never expected was to find out the truth about my family, about everything I thought I knew my whole life.

On New Year's Eve, the smell of a roast in the oven drifted through the house. My grandmother walked over to me, with an old photograph in her hand, the edges worn soft with age. "Is Zack almost home?" My throat tightened. It had been three years. She could never remember that my younger brother was long gone. I was the one who picked up his ashes. At that moment, my phone rang. The moment I saw the name on the screen, the blood in my veins seemed to freeze. I stepped out onto the balcony before answering, keeping my voice low. "What is it?" The voice on the other end of the line trembled. "It's been three years. Are you still angry? I've been waiting for you to come home. Our son has, too. We're downstairs." Downstairs? I walked over and looked down to see a tall figure and a small one standing together. Through my phone, my son's voice came with a catch in his throat, saying, "Daddy…" My thoughts snapped back into place. I said flatly, "We've been divorced for a long time. He said he didn't want to stay with me." Then, I hung up without another word.

Emily Davis suffered a horrible childhood and now that she's gotten older, she dealt with the Hell's King himself. However, she didn't fulfill the King's part of the deal. She didn't give what the King wished to have. In punishment, he wedded her in hell and she became the Queen. Their mission is to find the King's destined wife who was written in the scrolls. Meanwhile, the both of them have problems to solve on their own as they embark their journey to find love and peace in their lives.

After an earthquake, my sister and I help to rescue the victims. I save a wealthy woman who adopts me as her daughter. I become the sole heiress to an astronomical fortune. My sister saves a regular person. All she gets as thanks is a few thousand dollars. She thinks life is unfair and drags me to die with her. When I open my eyes again, I'm looking at the debris from the earthquake. This time, my sister rushes to save the wealthy woman. She says smugly, "It's my turn to be a rich heiress!"

After living under the same roof with his in-laws for four devastating years, Zayn Larson finally realized who it was that made all his sacrifices worthwhile. One day he would return the top, and none would stand in his way. It was all because he had his true love who wanted to lay in his arms beneath the sparkling sky.

There's an earthquake. I'm trapped underneath the debris with another young woman. "This woman's chest has been pierced by a steel bar. We have to save her immediately." The rescuers start to approach me when my husband, Quintus Ford, suddenly darts in the other direction. "She's pregnant! Save her first!" I look at him to see him staring at the other young woman in panic. He doesn't know I'm pregnant, too. The doctor who's trying to stop my bleeding shouts, "I can't stop her bleeding! I suspect she has a blood clotting disorder!" I force myself to nod and look at Quintus desperately. However, he says, "I'm her husband. I'll bear the responsibility if anything goes wrong."

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”

The maid's daughter, who grew up in my home, had the nerve to act like an heiress. On her birthday, she invited every kid from school for a full-on rager at my family's villa. When I suggested they take it to a hotel, she lost it. "You don't get to tell me what to do! My friends can party wherever they want!" She added, "The ten-layer cake my parents ordered for me is on the way. Why don't you park yourself by the door and wait for it, huh?" Her crew circled up, laughing and pointing at me. But I'd lived through this before. Nothing about her little act rattled me. I turned to the butler and told him to lock the gate. Then, I went to Rambo's cage. "Hey, buddy," I said, opening it up. "See those trespassers?" I pointed at the crowd. "I'm counting to three. If they're still here, don't let a single one get away."