The Last Post Book

When I found out he was my mate I knew he wouldn't leave her for me...I just hoped. She was beautiful and sweet and not in the fake kind of way either. He was the future alpha and she was the best fit for his future Luna. They looked and worked perfect together. He said the words that hurt me the most, "I can't be with you Elena, I love her." Fast forward six years... What happens when she goes away to college and comes back a new woman? Just how much has changed over the years? Read and find out! (Cover designed by @jullianreeds74)

The lands have been cursed, and no female children have been born to Alphas or Betas for almost two generations, none… except for her, Ellie Knight, the last Luna.Alphas come from far and wide to battle for her hand. Only one could win.Who will it be?Alpha Ulysses who seems more like a friend?Alpha River who caught her eye immediately?Or Alpha Blade who cheats at every turn?***"And the winner of the tournament is…'"Ellie grasped the handsome Alpha who had won her hand.She remembered the stolen kisses they'd shared in the woods and the times he'd danced with her at the celebratory balls. And she couldn't have been happier to finally be his.However, the wedding which should be her happiest moment turned into a humiliation and a betrayal.Would Ellie ever allow him back to her life, or would she spend the rest of her days as a rejected mate?The Last Luna is created by ID Johnson, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Theo, the god of all gods, visited earth and instantly fell for Maddie as soon as he landed his eyes on her. He brought her to his world and pursued her despite their different identities. Theo and Maddie soon got married and when they thought that they achieved their happy ending, secrets and lies started to unfold before their eyes. In the world where gods exist, nothing seems impossible but will the love between Theo and Maddie conquer the odds? It is a battle in keeping the flames of their dreams, desires, and passion ignited until the end.

The werewolf world has changed. There was no longer mate because all she werewolf vanished. As a result, all werewolves were forced to mate with humans. Xavier was the king of werewolves. He wanted to fall in love and claim a mate who will be his queen. But he can't do that because his parents have already fixed his marriage with their friend's daughter, Luna.Luna is an only she werewolf in existence. She has lived her entire life in isolation to protect herself. Her parents have fixed her marriage with the werewolf king Xavier since only he can protect her.

"If you think that it's over, then you got it all wrong." Are you ready to feel the last beat?

The rain starts to hit at my window, I can see dull clouds slowly coming over. I frown as I look trying to ease my mind. Again my mood is reflected in the weather outside. I'm still unsure if it is 100% me that makes it happen, but it seems too much of a coincidence for it to not. It isn't often the weather reflects my mood, when it does it's usually because I'm riddled with anxiety or stress and unable able to control my feelings. Luckily its a rarity, though today as I sit looking out of the window I can't help but think about the giant task at hand. Can Iris unlock her family secrets and figure out what she is? A chance "meet cute" with an extremely hot werewolf and things gradually turn upside down. Dark secrets emerge and all is not what it seems. **Contains Mature Content**

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

Synopsis: "Go in search of the confessor. I want her found by all means" says the king. "No matter what, make sure she doesn't die. I want her alive"he paused and took in a deep breath. "I have so many plans in store for her" ***** Her name is Isabelle. And she's the last confessor - the last of her kind. Of course, they were more than that. But, not until her village was ambushed few days ago by the King's guards, and every one of her kind died. All the confessors were killed.Every one of them died, except her - Isabelle. What was the vengeful King's plans for her?

Lorien Daniel is a fan of any celebrity: bands, actors, singers. You name it. But just like fate, she met the pride of her town, a famous band: Zenith, at Kofibucks where she would often go for coffee and some relaxation. Who would have thought they'd be there, too? Over time, Lorien and the boys of Zenith become good friends. She had found love, too, which really did not surprise her. But the members of the band are three brothers... and two of them had fallen for her. From friends to lovers to rivals... who among of the two brothers, is Lorien's happily ever after?

Walter planned sixty-six proposal trips just to win me over. On the sixty-seventh, I finally said yes. The day after our wedding, I gave him sixty-six "forgiveness cards." We made a deal: every time he upset me, he could use one to earn my forgiveness. Over six years of marriage, every time he made me angry because of his childhood friend Janet, Walter would hand me a card. By the time he used the sixty-fourth, he began to sense something was off. I no longer reminded him to keep his distance. I no longer needed him the way I used to. However, the last time he left me behind for Janet, I reached out, stopped him, and asked: "If you go to her again… can I still forgive you with one of these cards?" He paused mid-step and looked at me, half helpless, half amused. "If you want to use one, use it. You've got plenty left, don't you?" I gave a small nod and watched him walk away. He still thought those forgiveness cards would never run out. What he did not know was— There was only one left.