The Powerful Man Review

Jassmyine (Jesus Christ's twin sister) roams earth with the mission to ultimately bring humanity and salvation to a world full of sin. In effort to complete her fathers wishes and what her brother started Jassmyine must make the ultimate choice between humanity or her true love Michael (right hand of God). Will she fall from grace or will man kind fall once and for all?

Gabriel, an ex-special forces soldier with his own security company, is called back to the small town his mom ran away from when he was a kid to help out the dying father he hasn’t seen in almost twenty years. The last thing he expects to find among the rough and rugged bikers in his dad’ Chapter is a literal diamond in the rough.The billionaire businessman can beat off calculating society belles with a stick, but he finds it hard to walk away from the shy and unassuming Silla. He feels protective and strangely drawn to her at first sight.With her life in danger, romance should be the last thing on his mind, but when he moves her into his home things, can’t help but reach boiling point.The Gentleman Biker is created by Jordan Silver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed author.

"How could a man who spends his nights elbow-deep in rogue carcasses compare to a pure-blood like you? You’re the Quinn heiress!" I heard those words from the man I loved for seven years, spoken to my own half-sister. At the Grimford Medical Sanctuary, I was the 'Ice Judge,' a elite forensic healer whose scent was stained by death. To Evan Mercer, I was just a ladder to climb—until he decided to kick it away, plotting to let my mother die to secure his place in the Quinn bloodline. But I am Dr. Jack Quinn, and I don’t break. I hunt. Desperate for a way out, I accept a dangerous deal with Elder Magnus Blackridge: marry his grandson to save my mother. I expected a cold business arrangement. I didn't expect Alpha Ronan Blackridge—the towering, lethal commander of the Blackridge Enforcement HQ. He smells of cedar and dominance, and he looks at me with eyes that have haunted my dreams for a decade. In a world of fated mates, hockey ice, and pack wars, the hunter has finally found his match. Genre: Modern Werewolf Romance / Urban Fantasy Tags: #FatedMates #Betrayal #AlphaHero #FirstPersonPOV #SecretIdentity #IceHockey #UKWerewolves #MorgueToRiches #GrumpyXGrumpy

You belong to the wolf now," he growls, initiating a possessive claim that is ancient, fierce, and utterly non-negotiable. Elara Kim spent nine years as the ice-cold CEO Rian Thorne’s executive assistant, dedicated to her job but desperate for freedom. When she finally submits her resignation, Rian's controlled facade shatters. His eyes turn to liquid gold, and she realizes her billionaire boss is a monster hiding in tailored wool. Rian doesn’t just reject her notice—he rejects her autonomy. He forcibly promotes her and relocates her to a sealed luxury suite on the 65th floor, effectively turning her professional life into a gilded cage. Elara soon discovers the terrifying reason behind his possessiveness: she is his Anchor, the only thing preventing his inner wolf from consuming him entirely. As the moon cycle approaches, Rian’s control fails, and he collapses, exposing his absolute, animalistic need for her touch. But when their forced intimacy draws the attention of rival packs who want the Anchor for themselves, Elara realizes her only chance for survival is to submit to the man who holds her captive. She knows the cost of freedom is high. But the cost of staying could be her life.

When an unexpected attack headed by Seraphine Wildfrost's best friend resulted to her mate's death and the destruction of Silvercrest Pack, Seraphine was left utterly devastated. Overwhelmed by the betrayal, hatred, grief and loss of her other half, she was driven to her own demise. But when she awoke, it wasn't the afterlife she saw. The Moon Goddess offered her a chance to alter the future events, to prevent the destruction caused by Maximus' dangerous obsession with her. The only rule she must remember is to never let anyone know she's from the future, or things might get worse if the knowledge fell into the wrong hands. Seraphine set out to devise a plan, recalling the root of the future destruction and trying her best to alter it. It seemed easy at first. Yet, just like what happened most of the time, things didn't go as planned. How will Seraphine cope with the consequences of her decisions? How will she face the man who betrayed her from the future? And how could she have forgotten how utterly annoying her mate and future husband was when they first met, just because he was the perfect husband to her in her future? Seraphine soon realizes that a thorough plan didn't guarantee a smooth sailing.

"I'll hate to spoil your makeup." He brushed my hair aside to kiss the delicate skin on my neck. He was my husband, and he was trying to seduce me. A man my father forced me to marry so he could form a political alliance, and also gain access to this enemy family for revenge through me. My name is Racheal, the only legitimate child of one of the world's most influential presidents. As the president's daughter, you would think my life was perfect, but it wasn't.   Since my mother’s untimely death, my step-mother has maltreated and tortured me relentlessly. My boyfriend betrayed me, and then my father sold me off to be married to a man I did not know, a complete stranger, the billionaire son of a rival president.  Now I am forced to make a decision, continue with my father's revenge plan, or let myself fall for my new husband’s seductions?

In a world where werewolves rule from the shadows, Rhett Blackwood is king. To hold his empire, he must forge a blood bond with a ruthless assassin who would rather kill him than kneel. But when one act of violence awakens a bond written in fate — and blood — they are thrown into a brutal war where love may be their only weapon… and their greatest curse.

We were immortals. The Forever Knights. I was a shapeshifter. Collared with a special pendant to be summoned by our alpha. She tried to steal it. But the last thing she expected was for me to turn the tables as soon as we were out of view of my party guests. But she was a thief, a liar, and an imposter. The only thing I wanted to steal from her was what remained of her dignity. And perhaps teach her that I'm not a simple man to steal from. With me there's always a consequence. And she'll pay this one with me between her pretty thighs. We'll see who's the thief then, Little Valkyrie...

In real life, I had been pushed to the brink by an online romance scam. Just when everything fell apart, I awakened something called the Devotion System, and before I could make sense of it, I found myself thrown into a horror game. Among all the players, I was the weakest, barely able to take care of myself. If I wanted to survive, I had only one option—find someone stronger and cling to them, no matter what it took. However, things did not go the way I expected. Every player avoided me like the plague. Not a single one was willing to team up. With nowhere left to turn, I made a desperate decision. I chose a ghost. I treated her as my bound partner and devoted myself completely to her, clinging to her as if my life depended on it. However, as I spent more time with her, I began to realize she was not just something terrifying. She was someone who had been hurt, someone deeply broken. Hence, I stopped pretending. I began to help her sincerely. In the end, we overcame everything together and cleared the game. However, when I returned to the real world, I discovered something I never could have expected. She had followed me back. From that moment on, all I could do was wait for the system to pull me into the next stage.

I was nineteen the first time Cole Whitfield broke me. Not with cruelty. With a single word. Why. Not did you — why. Like the answer was already settled and he just wanted the story to make sense. I told him the truth anyway. He said nothing that mattered. So I picked up my bag, walked out of his apartment, and decided that a man who trusted a rumor over two years of me wasn’t worth a correction. I spent the next two years becoming someone I actually liked. New city. Graduate program. A published paper with my name on it. I was done with Cole Whitfield in every way a person can be done. Then I walked into Seminar Room 114 and he was sitting right there, gray eyes already on the door, like some part of him knew. I sat down. I opened my notebook. I did not look up. Here’s the thing about studying how people form beliefs: you understand exactly why he believed it. That doesn’t mean you forgive it. That doesn’t mean two years of silence disappear because he’s learned how to look at you like he’s sorry. He wants a conversation. I want my degree. But the campus is small, the seminar table is round, and the boy who broke my heart at nineteen is doing everything right at twenty-one — and I’m starting to understand that composed isn’t the same thing as healed. I hate that I still know the exact sound of his voice.