The Maze Runner The Death Cure Book

After three years of marriage, William Harris’s first love, the woman he broke up with six years ago, returned from abroad. And she brought back a five-year-old son with her. Charlotte handed him the divorce papers with both hands. “Let’s end this. It’s better for you, for me, and for her.” William glanced at her and said dismissively, “Divorce? Can you afford to leave me?” Charlotte threw down the divorce papers and cut him out of her life for good. She severed every tie to the past and poured all her energy into her career, quickly rising to become an internationally renowned sleep disorder specialist. Powerful figures across the globe owed her favors and respected her work. The youngest heir of a foreign financial empire said, “Charlotte, just divorce him already. I can’t wait any longer.” The CEO of a multinational corporation said, “Charlotte, I’ll go with you when you file for divorce.” A world-famous attorney told her, “Charlotte, I’ll handle your divorce case myself.” Charlotte rubbed her temples. It wasn’t that she didn’t want the divorce. He was the one who refused to divorce her no matter what. Left with no other option, she made a public announcement. “Whoever can actually get this divorce finalized gets VIP seating at my divorce party.” Not long after, William received a divorce notice from her lawyer right in the middle of a shareholders meeting. Soon after that, a multi-billion-dollar project of his fell through. That same afternoon, he was nearly hit by a car right outside his own company. Later, Charlotte arrived at the hospital carrying a bouquet of flowers. “Let’s end this,” she said softly. “It’s better for everyone.” The cold and dignified William pulled her tightly into his arms, his eyes reddening. “You want a divorce? That’ll happen over my dead body.”

On the night of her bridal shower, Amara Collins thought she was about to begin a happily-ever-after. Instead, she was betrayed by the two people she trusted most—her best friend and her fiancé. Drugged and humiliated, she wakes up in the bed of a stranger… a stranger who changes her fate forever. That man is Damian Blackwell—the elusive, cold-hearted billionaire who hasn’t let anyone close since his parents’ death and his uncle’s cruel betrayal. Known in the business world as a ruthless genius, Damian hides a secret: his rare condition makes him allergic to human contact… until Amara. For the first time in years, her touch doesn’t burn him—it heals him. Damian doesn’t believe in coincidence. To him, Amara is more than a woman—she’s his cure. His salvation. And he’s not about to let her go. So when the broken bride tries to run from him, Damian makes her an offer she can’t refuse A marriage built on secrets, obsession, and dangerous desires. But can Amara survive loving a man who sees her as the only antidote to his pain? And what happens when her betrayers return, determined to ruin the fragile bond between them?

Grazziena, a beautiful eighteen-year-old lad, struts her catwalk on the ramp. It is already ten o’clock in the evening, yet the Beauty Contest is just in its mid-way. She is afraid and she is getting nervous. She will shift into her cursed wolf form when midnight falls. She was cursed by Thutaara, the powerful witch of Mt. Reveree. Her only cure can be found in the last words whispered by her Luna Mother before she took her last breath. Finding the cure is however incomprehensible. Until she met Governor Draeko, who swept her off her feet. But then her life was swamped with doubts and confusion when Lumaro, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Cold Mountain Pack, suddenly appeared claiming her as his mate. Between the Young Governor Draeko and the soon-to-be Alpha Lumaro of the Cold Mountain Pack, who is her true mate and her cure?

When our two packs were at war, I secretly injected myself with the deadly Silverthorn Toxin to save my Alpha mate. But when he woke, Fenris hailed another she-wolf, Vanessa, as his savior, and condemned me as his enemy. "Freya, you are here to repay a blood debt. Your Silver Crest pack owes me the lives of my entire pack." He obliterated the last remnants of my family in this city. He imprisoned me on his private territory, tormenting me daily, his Alpha presence a constant, crushing weight. He dressed Vanessa in the Luna's gown and announced that she was carrying his child. And to everyone else, I was nothing more than a canary in his gilded cage. The tearing agony of our rejected mate bond was more lethal than any torture. He gripped my jaw, forcing me to watch as the landmarks my family had built were torn down, one by one. "Did you really think one mating ceremony could wash away the ocean of blood between us?" he sneered, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "You slaughtered my people. Do you think sending just one of you could ever atone for that sin?" Every time I tried to end my own life, he would dig up the bones of one of my kin from their graves and grind them to dust right in front of me. "I told you, you don't get to die without my permission." I stopped struggling. Let him hate me. After all, I only had three days left until the Silverthorn Toxin in my veins ran its course.

I'll bear your pains, you simply bear with me... “Shusshhhhhh, it's okay, everything’s gonna be okay Maya, just relax, I am not here to harm you, I’m here to protect you, trust me, just this once, trust me baby, I’ll sort all this for you.” His magical voice caressed her soul and she began sobbing more like she wanted to empty her sorrows into him. “I... I am not a s*ut, I...I am not a p*rn star, I just wanted to work... I...,” she continued sobbing. Maya and Tazz Jindal are in love, but like all others who are truly in love, they have to pass the litmus test before their love can reach its pinnacle of success. After her sister met with a tragic end at the hands of merciless murderers because of her impending marriage, Maya was shattered and was left with no other option but to do what she did… Hurt the love of her life, Tazz Jindal, that left Tazz completely broken, shattered, humiliated, and emotionally disturbed. After getting treated for depression, Tazz finally makes a comeback, with an intention to find and avenge his humiliation caused by Maya. They meet, they play the game of hate and love, finally when all is sorted and Maya eventually lets go of her fear and decides to spend the rest of her life with Tazz, she comes face to face with another ugly truth that fate unfolds before her, and once again, the reason is Tazz Jindal. She is shocked when she realizes that Tazz had played a dirty game with her to avenge her, what Tazz was not aware of was the fact that the ace of the card was still Maya’s sleeve - their daughter Jia Amidst hatred, revenge, family, and love, will they be able to unite as one?

The evening air was biting cold, sending shivers down Cole's spine. She was sure she'd turn into an icicle when, without warning, Vincent gently scooped her up. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he settled them both across the length of the bed, pulling her close as he draped an extra blanket over their entwined forms. A warm blush bloomed across Cole's cheeks as she became acutely aware of their intimate position. But Vincent, with his steady composure, seemed entirely unbothered, simply relaxing into the bed’s softness. "Get some sleep," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble that resonated in her chest. Sensing her gaze, he added, "The power will be back on once the damage is repaired. So… just stay close to me until then." Cole took a deep breath, willing her racing heart to calm. Slowly, she let herself melt into his embrace, resting her head on his broad chest. The faint scent of spring blossoms and cypress swirled around her, a fragrance that felt both comforting and familiar. She nestled closer, the warmth of his body chasing away the chill as sleep began to tug at her eyelids. With each steady beat of his heart, Cole felt a sense of peace she hadn't known she needed. She smiled softly, the rhythm of his heartbeat the most beautiful melody, lulling her into the comfort of dreams. As survivors of a collapsed society, a group of doctors are the world's last hope for a cure. In order to protect each other and the future, they've worked in secret. Preserving resources which become scarcer year after year. Among these survivors, a pair of doctors endure challenges as a deadly contagion spreads. Against better judgment, an unexpected bond develops between them and their patient.

On the morning of her wedding, Nymera wakes up in an unknown room, a strange bed - she had been mated by a stranger. Forced into a marriage with an Alpha whose heart and love belongs to bestfriend. Nymera becomes a shadow, with her mate and title stolen. Powerless and Timid. She's an abomination in the bloodline of powerful women chosen by the moon goddess to be Alphas. But fate has other plans for her. A dark truth unravels - the man who had defiled her was no ordinary man, but the infamous mad Lycan king. Bound to him by a forbidden mark, Nymera has to deal with obsession, betrayal and prophecies. When pushed to her limit, the weak omega must decide either to remain a pawn or to reclaim what she had lost. Betrayal. Love. Revenge. Madness. When the Bloom of Chaos and Redemption arrives, the world would either kneel at her feet... Or burn in her wrath.

Isang virus ang unti-unting kumakalat sa buong panig ng Pilipinas. Ito ay unti-unti rin na umuubos sa papulasyon ng Pilipinas. Ang simpleng bakasyon ni Agent Xanthea ay nauwi sa pagharap, pakikipaglaban, at pagkikipagsapalaran sa mga infected ng virus na kumakain ng kapwa tao. Isang kagat lang ay maaari na rin itong maipasa sa iba. Kasama ang mga kaibigan at team ni Xanthea—poprotektahan nila ang cure na hawak mismo ni Xanthea. Pangangalagaan niya—nila ang cure laban sa mga taong gustong kunin at wasakin ito para tuluyang kumalat ang virus sa buong mundo. Dadanak ang dugo, marami ang lalaban, marami ang madadamay, at malaki ang mawawasak. Sa huli, katarungan at kapayapaan pa rin ang mananaig. Ngunit tapos na nga ba talaga?

After three miscarriages for Xavier Lowe, I see it—my mother-in-law has three years left, my father-in-law nine years, and my sister-in-law two years. I say nothing. After the third miscarriage, my mother-in-law blames me, calling me a curse who "kills" children. My sister-in-law sneers, saying she almost died in a car crash the year I married Xavier—as if my bad luck dragged her down. My mother-in-law snaps, "She can't even keep a child. It must be because she's cursed!" Xavier just stands there, silent. He doesn't say a single word for me. I know that, deep down, he believes that I bring bad luck. Maybe it's also because he already has someone else—his secretary, Yvette Snyder. His mother has always liked her better, and he clung to her the night I lost my third child. I don't explain because I know the truth will only destroy them faster. On my 28th birthday, I catch a glimpse of my own countdown in the mirror. On that day, I take a leave of absence. I go to the funeral home and pick out an urn—pure white, just like the wedding dress I once wore. Wearing a beautiful floral dress, I text Xavier, asking him to meet me at the lake where we first met ten years ago. I wait from daylight until nightfall as my countdown ticks to zero. I die, and he never shows up.

Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?