Novel & Cerita The Magician Who Rose From Failure

Nate Cohen is being framed for a murder he didn't commit. In order to clear his name and find the real culprit he must join forces with the strong-headed, steel-willed Verena Dawson. A woman who gets on his very last nerve and the killer's next target.

⚠️WARNING: This book contains explicit sexual content, possessive and toxic male leads, manipulation, emotional abuse, and disturbing themes that may be triggering to some readers. This is nothing like healthy love. ¥¥¥¥ I loved Tyler Beaumont for twelve years. Years of hoping and waiting, believing that one day, he would finally choose me. So when my parents told me I was being arranged to marry into his family… I thought it was fate. I thought I had won. But I was wrong, because the man waiting for me at the altar isn’t Tyler. It’s his brother, Grayson Beaumont. The one I never heard of—the one with cold eyes, a cruel mouth, and a hatred for me sharp enough to bleed. I don’t know what I did to deserve it. I don’t even remember. But he does. He remembers everything. He didn’t marry me for love, because from the moment I became his wife, he made one thing clear—I would pay for a past I don’t even remember. “I tried to forget you,” he tilted my chin, staring directly into my soul. “But watching you love him? That was the first time I understood what hatred really feels like.” And Tyler? The man I spent twelve years loving? He won’t let me go. “I don’t need you to choose me,” he whispered. “I just need you to understand… no matter whose name you take, you will always be mine.” Two brothers. One filled with hatred. The other with obsession. And me? Caught between a past I can’t remember…and a truth that could destroy us all. Because somewhere between lies, desire, and betrayal, I realize the most dangerous thing of all: I was never meant to love the right brother.

Eurus, a 23-year old boy was sent to a hellish-like game, trapped, having no memories of how he got there nor his previous life. His journey began when he met players that have been sent into the game just like him and started unraveling the truth.

Alone and with no memories prior to age six, Allison found herself an orphan and spent the last fourteen years growing up in the slums of the Capitol City Zalaris in the Kingdom of Nimairene learning to steal and con those of status in order to survive. Unfortunately, she is caught after what appeared to have been a successful heist and is sent to Lady Pricilla's Prison for Troubled Women where she is put to work in order to learn how to be a proper lady of society. Spending her days in and out of Solitary confinement, Allison believes that she will never finish her sentence on time when she is attacked by a guard. All seems hopeless when suddenly she is saved by a Palace Guard and whisked away. It is then revealed to Allison that she is not Allison of the Slums but is, in fact, Allisara Nimair of the Kingdom Nimairene and the rightful Queen to the throne. Her life takes a turn as she goes from Prisoner to Princess in a matter of hours and the truth behind Allisara's missing memories and dark past comes to light that reveals just who her enemies truly are and that they were closer than she thought. But with the help of Skylard Blackhawk, Allisara is able to navigate her life as the next ruler and weed out those who pose a threat to her reign. Now all that is left to question is will this lost Princess return her Kingdom to its former glory and find love along the way, or will the past come to claim the life it failed to take fourteen years ago?

I, Damien, reject the pregnancy. I'm not responsible for it. She sleeps with the guards." Emily, a slave bound to the ruthless Prince Damien of Opsia, is left to die after becoming pregnant — a crime punishable by death. Betrayed. Humiliated. Condemned. Her fate seems sealed. Until another prince steps forward. Prince Ethan of Blackmoon halts her execution, purchasing her under the guise of a ritual offering. In his kingdom, he offers her care, protection, and something dangerously close to love. But his eyes hide secrets, and his reasons for saving her may be far darker than kindness. Then, the unthinkable: Emily’s true identity is revealed — and Damien returns, desperate to reclaim her. Now torn between two princes: – The tyrant who shattered her – The savior who might be lying She must choose. But who... Who is she truly? Who stole her past? And who will pay for her suffering? One woman. Two princes. A destiny that will shatter kingdoms.

Lucy never expected to have a stepbrother who is also her senior at the hospital she works at. That man is Luke, the youngest surgeon and head of the surgical department. They must become family because Lucy's mother needed money to support their pharmaceutical company which was on the verge of bankruptcy. Meanwhile, Luke's father needs Lucy and her family to cover up his illegal business from public attention. But just before they are introduced as stepsiblings, they accidentally spend a night together after Lucy breaks up with her boyfriend after seeing him cheat on her in front of her eyes.

Every bonding anniversary, Shawn would bring home a new human girl from the outside—always under the lovely pretense of letting me mentor her on how to serve an Alpha. On our seventh anniversary, he brought back a nightclub girl dressed in a Princess Snow White outfit—cheap satin trembling under the chandelier's light. “She doesn’t have anything appropriate for an occasion like this,” he said casually. “Let her borrow your bonding dress. And the jewelry I gave you last time. As for shoes—what you're wearing now will do.” Then he added, with a trace of irony, “She’s just a young human girl, clueless. Teach her a few things about our world, will you? Especially the part about the bed.” Everyone was waiting for the spectacle—for me to break again, as I always had. And I didn’t disappoint them. I looked at Shawn, my voice steady, and said I wanted a bond-severance. He laughed—short and sharp—and leaned back like he was watching a comedy. “Clara, when are you going to stop with this bond-severance nonsense? I’ve heard it so many times. They’re just human girls, while you are my Luna. How could they ever compare to you?” Then, grinning as if doing me a favor, he added, “Fine. If you really want a bond-severance, I’ll gift you a territory in the south. Consider it a reward for doing your job as my Luna.” The room erupted in laughter. To them, I was ridiculous—greedy, jealous, hysterical. But what they didn’t know was that this was the 365th time I’d asked for a bond-severance. And the first time, I truly meant it. When he found out I wasn’t joking this time, he lost his composure. He searched for me across the world—only after he realized I was no longer where he thought I’d always be.

"Woman, you broke the contract. It is cleary written that you can't take away the child." The man trapped Ruby James in between the wall and his tall and muscular body. "But I gave you one." "This is what I should get but it can't change the fact that you took one away. It is obvious that you broke the deal. So, you have to compensate with one billion dollar." "But I don't have that much money." "So, how about signing another contract." "What type of contract?" "A marriage contract."

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!"

Screw standard blurbs. This isn't an ordinary book... This is a paranormal romance, with a reverse harem feel. Addictive as crack, and I'm not talking old, hairy builders crack either. Don't expect any fluff or happy endings, because what you'll actually get is bad attitudes, foul language, and men so damn hot, they'll melt your panties off with just one look. Read the book. Let me pull you in and make you fall in love, before viciously ripping out your heart, just because I can. By the end of the book, expect to be ugly crying, while you plot my slow, yet painful death. As tempted as you are, do not throw your tablet at the wall. I promise I'll send one of my hunks to rescue you from that cliff you're currently hanging from by your bra straps. You're welcome. I'll see you in the next book, sweetcheeks.