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Ajeng was forced to become Evan Braun's second wife by Ella, Evan's wife and Ajeng's best friend. Of course, Ajeng flatly refused the crazy proposal. But Ella insisted that Ajeng marry her husband. "Take care of my baby after she's born," Ella pleaded. "Don't be ridiculous! You'll definitely recover!" Ajeng snapped angrily. Ajeng thought Ella was just joking around. But one situation forced Ajeng to reluctantly accept Ella's offer because only that woman could help her. What happened to Ajeng after becoming Evan's second wife? Was she able to face Ella's family, who now hated her for becoming Ella's rival?

When there is death, there is revival. But dear Eva was revived by a demon named Adam, claiming that her soul is his' alone. Despite of the oddity, there is something about this roguish demon who just came into her life--- the familiarity... Yes... the feeling of knowing him for a very long time after seeing him just this once. What might it be?

My daughter’s kindergarten held a family event, and I rushed there, only to see her holding hands with my wife’s male secretary. “Daddy,” she said, “I wish our family could stay like this forever.” I watched as the three of them hugged, radiant with happiness. Suddenly, exhaustion washed over me. Later, I filed for divorce. Then I left to teach in rural villages for thirty years. If I couldn’t light the lamp in my own home, I’d at least illuminate the path for others.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for, do you?” he said.   I felt a slight sting of offence. “And what was that supposed to mean?”   He took a step closer, his face dangerously close to mine. I could feel the air shift. His presence filled the room. His hand moved to my cheek, stroking it lightly.   “I have a good feeling this isn’t your thing because you look like a doe in a den of wolves.” His voice dropped to a quiet, low rumble, making my stomach flip with excitement. Ayra had been the perfect wife—loyal, accomplished, and willing to sacrifice everything for the man she loved. But when he betrayed her with the one person she despised most, she didn't beg or cry. Instead, she slammed the divorce papers in his face and walked away. A reckless one-night stand with this dangerously charming stranger seems like freedom until she discovers his true identity. As Ayra fights to rebuild her life, a figure from her forgotten past reappears, threatening to change everything. She’s not just leaving her old life behind, she’s determined to create a better one.

Stella is a broken vessel, a Tribian star that falls every 500 years, who carries the fate of a shapeshifter named Chase and his kind. Chase is a shapeshifter destined to save his clan. Their paths crossed in an unprecedented occurrence, and they became star-crossed lovers. However, even if he was madly in love with the Tribian Star, would he be able to drain her life in order to save the clan that has yearned for peace for centuries? Would Stella finally break free of her eternal curse and find love in Chase's arms?

Homeless and desperate to get off the streets, Quinn Maree is lured to an underground auction where she sells her virginity to the highest bidder. To everyone's surprise the notoriously dangerous and devastatingly handsome crime boss, Troy Bailey, makes an outrageous bid for her virginity. Troy Bailey is not what he appears to be. The man who bought Quinn is a Lycan Prince. A werewolf forged in blood and magic, and he has big plans for her. ** Hm,”Troy grunted and promptly got up, returning to his perch on the windowsill. "I won't force myself on you. Honestly, Quinn, I'd rather jerk off than f-ck you.” I didn't know if I should be insulted or relieved. "If you're just going to lie there, a half-dead receptacle for my cum, masturbation would be more enjoyable anyway. I'd probably be more enthusiastic about it than you are." I blushed at his brutally straightforward, and painfully honest words. "I will wait until you submit willingly and give yourself to me freely...because you want to, not because I paid you.” **

The news spread quickly—my mate, David Jonson, had been promoted to Tactical Analyst and was heading to Texline to take on a new assignment. He proudly shared the news with every member of the pack—everyone except me, his mate. I was the only one he hid the truth from. Why? Because in his eyes, I wasn't a smart mate. My wolf had been badly damaged in the past, so I had a poor memory and I tended to be clingy constantly, something he looked down on with disdain. "I'm really grateful to my best friend, Commander Johnson, who governs in Texas, for recommending me so I could get this promotion." I overheard him say to someone. "As for Pearl? That clingy she-wolf who follows me everywhere—there's no need to tell her. She'll come to Texline looking for me anyway." Hearing his words, I was excited—finally, a chance to prove I had a sharp memory after all. I stormed to my room and began packing my clothes. David had always made decisions without me, often leaving me behind. But this time, I would leave first. I would get to Texline before him, and when he arrived to find me already there, he'd be shocked at how clever I could be. But the next day, when I arrived at the airport, my confidence crumbled. I stood at the counter, suddenly blank. I couldn't remember where I was supposed to go—Texline, Texas, or Tennessee? My damaged memory failed me again. The last flight to Texas was about to depart, and the impatient airport staff didn't want to wait for me. She rolled her eyes and was about to close the gate. Worried I might miss the flight, I gave her a pleading smile and said, "Texas, Miss. I'm going to Texas."

A daughter risks everything; her identity, her safety, and her heart—when she disguises herself as a boy to join an all-male hockey team in a bid to save her father’s life. But in the cold world of ice and ego, falling for the enemy could be her biggest slip.

“Kiss me.” The words tumbled out and Lex stepped back instantly. He turned away from her and Isis felt her pride being butchered. “Isis, I-” His voice travelled through the room. It was laced with uncertainty. His back was still to her. "I am sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I-uh. Good bye, Mr. Greyson.” Isis replied as she slid off the desk. She needed to leave, before her embarrassment killed her. Isis grabbed her bag and stalked off towards the door. A grip like iron encased her shoulder and she was spun around to face Mr. Greyson, he pushed her against the door and dropped her bag onto the floor. He pinned her body with his, a hand around her waist bringing her body against his and his other hand cupping her face. He ran his thumb along her lower lips and took satisfaction in her shuddering. He drew her hands up and anchored them above her head, pinning them to the door. His mouth slowly covered hers and moved teasingly. Isis gasped at the skillful movement of his lips against hers. He possessed her fully, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He tasted her, devoured her and nothing was sweeter for Lex. He fought to control his natural instincts firing to life and focused on giving her this but he was certain he would gain the most pain from it. He knew he would never forget this kiss, never meet its equal. He pulled away from her, their breath labored. He rested his forehead against hers and committed the moment to memory. He leaned off her, let her hands drop to her sides, he handed Isis her bag. "Good bye, Ms. Davenport.” He replied with some pain as he turned the door knob and allowed her to leave.

She thought she had it all a good husband and a beautiful home but one day this business man come home with is Secretary to demand a divorce because he will soon be a dad and wants to marry her soon to make it official. Nevaeh being the woman she is leave with her head held high and heart broken,