The Mortal Instruments City Of Bones

After nearly losing her sanity at the hands of her first love, Alexandra vowed to never fall in love again. Four years had passed since the horrible incident, and yet those memories haunted her like a vengeful ghost. Following her grandfather's death, Alexandra is forced to come back and take revenge on the people who destroyed her in the past. Her grandfather's will bound her to a man she did not love, but he loves her so much he would grant her all her unfulfilled dreams. He determined to love her and cherish her properly this time. Will Alexandra give herself a second chance to fall in love? Or will she continue to dwell in her dark past? __________________________ (The following book contains mature content and talks about mental illnesses. This book is recommended for 18+. Contains Violence, SA, rape)

Ellice Heil was a teenager with a strange ability, such as seeing apparitions and supernaturals. This ability painted terrible memories from her since she was a child, leading to her Father's death because of it. She decided to pretend she can't see the spirits lurking around, well, not until some powerful spirit managed to manipulate her. His name is Kazuo; he resides in a hotel that he believed was where he drew his final breath. Unable to recall his memories, he was confused and lost. He longed for a family he doesn't even remember.

Svanna Rose is the black swan of their family. She's the main character that always play the role of antagonist to her own story. She is like Odile, the evil daughter of sorcerer who disguised as Odette. But who are we to judge her, if we are all pretending to be someone who aren't we? Who are we to judge her if she is also a victim of cruelty? Pursuing her dream to become the prima ballerina of the famous ballet 'The Swan Lake', she found herself stuck in a very dangerous situation. And all she can to do is to take a risk as she was claimed to be the black swan of Saint Vicenzo Santorini. Let's witness how she dance to the danger rhythm of uncertainty, as she slowly unveil the truth behind her cruel destiny. "My passion in dancing brought me to life, little did I know it also leads me to my own graveyard"

"You don't belong in this world of mine," Liam whispered, his lips inches from mine. "But I'm selfish, and I can't let you go." "I want to stay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'm falling for you too, Liam." - I should be sneering, laughing even. How blind could he be? Liam Sterling—the killer, master manipulator, the ruthless, untouchable king of New York’s underworld—brought to his knees by the one woman sworn to tear him apart. For years, revenge was all I had. Liam destroyed my family, tore my life apart, leaving me with nothing but rage. I rebuilt myself piece by piece, every step driven by the thought of making him pay. But then... I got close to him. Close enough to touch. His touch is fire, burning through every wall I’ve built. Each kiss, every stolen moment, weakens my defenses, awakening a need that terrifies me. How can I want him like this? Crave him, when every scar I carry is a reminder of all he’s taken? I should hate him. I should destroy him. But when he looks at me, when he holds me like I’m something he needs to protect, I’m lost. And as I watch him break, all I feel is a strange, hollow ache where satisfaction should be. How can I keep fighting him, when I’m already falling, already broken, for the man I was supposed to ruin?

The Hunters. The legendary Archers of Alestari were known world wide. Many trained for years, from youth to adulthood, to be good enough to qualify to be an apprentice to the Hunters. Every year, the Hunters would travel all across the land of Alestari, searching for a single apprentice. Many hearts were crushed in this process. Because there were many years, that none were selected to train under the legendary Archers. They would travel to every kingdom, city, town, village and tribe, searching. Royalty and common folk alike revered and worshiped the Hunters, for they were the true protectors of the land. A single Hunter was as good as 20 regular Archers. But they were also known to be excellent spies, as well as swordsmen. Any weapon in the world, they knew how to use properly. Thus they were highly sought after for military purposes and occasionally mercenaries. To have a family member who was a Hunter, was the highest honor. They were treated like royalty, even by royals themselves. Whatever a Hunter said, whoever they chose as an apprentice, no one ever argued. To fight with a Hunters choice, was to eliminate any chances you had of your family becoming one. And for years, no one fought their decision. Until this year. In the kingdom of Alestari, anyone was eligible to try and become an apprentice. Anyone, but a woman. Women were forbidden to learn any kind of weaponry, especially archery. So when the King of the Hunters, chooses a woman to be an apprentice, many were angry. And they were out, to make her pay.

“Are you fucking stupid! Stay away from me, I cannot love you,” he snarled out his frustration as he pushed me away from him. The action hurt more than his words as I looked at the distance he had now created between us. Glaring at the back of his head I wondered if I should just tell him about my visions, about how much he would love me, but what if he thought I was crazy? “Is it that you cannot love me or will not love me?” I asked my frustration matching his. Why is nothing going the way it should? His shoulders tensed but he didn’t turn to look back at me as he said in a cold and uncaring voice, “Believe whatever you want to.” This push and pull game that he was playing with me was too much and holding back my tears I said, “You will regret this and when you do I will not make it easy for you.” My visions never lied to me. *** Silia Morgan can see glimpses of the future. They are usually insignificant but she is always excited to see them come true. So imagine how she must feel when for the first time ever, she saw in her vision about a stranger kissing her. After that peek into the future she cannot wait for it to come true that is until she finds out that the mystery man is none other than the Mafia Don Draven Calix. To have a future with one of the most cold-hearted criminals wasn’t what she wanted but her visions say the opposite. Can a love between an ordinary girl and a scary Mafia King be possible? Her visions say it can but the reality doesn’t seem to agree with it.

The mystery behind their births and the sacrifices that were made to keep her them safe and apart from each other is brought to light when a brother and a sister reunite seventeen years after their birth. Their world is completely altered by this revelation but an answer must be found as to how who they are and their destiny.

In his eyes, she was utterly clueless and shameless. In her eyes, he was cunning, sinister, and equally shameless. They could not stand each other, but they had been secretly arranged to be married by their families.After marriage, he cautioned her, "My house, my rules.And don’t fall in love with me."She replied, "I’d rather die than do that, pal."Days flew by and he realized: his new wife wasn't kidding – she wasn't into him! She was busy sipping cocktails, hitting bars, and throwing punches for justice. With a line of admirers around the block, his crush on her only grew bigger. One day, he just couldn’t hold himself back, "Hey, Would you like to go on a date with me?”

"Hideous" "Twisted" "Scarred" "Beastly" "Ugly" "Grotesque" "Horrifying." Darcy had heard all those words and more in her twenty three years of life, and she had even started to believe that she was nothing more than a worthless beast, cursed with a face that could induce nightmares. A fleeting hope comes in the form of a million dollar offer from a billionaire, but all too soon, she is reminded that there is no knight in shining armor for a woman like her. It's up to her to change her own fate and get her revenge on all those who abused her.

Nikita's curse wasn't something that could simply be fixed, like a broken chair or a shattered vase. It was an immutable part of her, woven into the very fibres of her being. Accepting this truth had been a necessary act of survival, one she had embraced long ago, and she knew that the sooner others accepted it, the better. Cursed at a tender age due to her father's unkindness, Nikita was fated to bring death to anything she touched. This curse was a punishment meant to ensure that her father’s bloodline ended with her. The gravity of her curse revealed its brutality when, at just six years old, she accidentally killed her own mother with a simple touch. As years went by, her father's harsh reign eventually met its end, and Nikita inherited his throne, becoming the leader of her pack. However, at her father's funeral, destiny intervened in the form of Rykor, the son of a man who had so cruelly cursed her. Intrigued by the dark and cold Nikita, Rykor saw more than just the curse that shadowed her existence.