The Witch: Part 3

When nerdy but cute, Miranda Whitmore's parents decide to move to a place called Howling Cliffs, she is not happy. But there's nothing she despises more in this small town than Nigel Vanderwolf, the hot jock who happens to be the son of the man Miranda's family is staying with. The two bump heads continuously, with Nigel's crude sexual jokes and relentless mockery of her virgin status and Miranda's snappy rebuttals and ability to annoy him constantly. But one night after a dangerous game of Truth or Dare, Miranda becomes lost in the woods where she gets trapped in a cave because of a thunderstorm. Feeling guilty of his part in Miranda's disappearance, Nigel sets out to find her. He stumbles on the girl he finds the most annoying, sheltering in the Forbidden Cavern. The two ensue in a heated argument, disturbing the God that resides there. After Nigel takes Miranda home, the two decide to never speak to each other again, thus going their separate ways, only to wake the next morning to find themselves in each other's bodies. Now Miranda has the upper hand because she has finally learned Nigel's secret. Her neighbour and bully is a werewolf. What will Miranda do with this newfound information? Will she expose to the world that the supernatural is real? How will Nigel cope with this magical phenomenon? Will he be able to switch back in time for the great Alpha Trials? Follow Miranda and Nigel in this epic tale of enemies to lovers in the Werewolf Switch.

It all started with a bet. Merliah wanted to prove that she could make everyone fall for her. However, who would have thought that a 33-year-old dean of their college could defy her advances? Irritated and obsessed with getting the dean's attention, she found herself falling for him, but to his eyes, she is just a kid that is yet to mature. Should she give up on him or still chase after him?

Mohit Paul is a young and dynamic Fashion designer. He is sinfully handsome, having girls drooling over him but to their dismay, he barely gives them another look. He is bisexual, but prefers to be with men . Until one fateful night.... When he meets Srusti. Srusti is a simple, sweet and innocent girl. join their journey, to see who gets bewitched by whom....

Casada em segredo com meu chefe, o presidente da empresa, por seis anos, ele nunca permitiu que nosso filho o chamasse de pai. Depois que ele perdeu o aniversário do nosso filho mais uma vez por causa de sua secretária. Eu finalmente apresentei o acordo de divórcio e fui embora para sempre com meu filho. O homem, sempre tão controlado, perdeu a compostura e invadiu meu escritório como um louco, perguntando sobre meu paradeiro. Mas desta vez, nem eu nem meu filho voltaríamos atrás.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.

No dia do meu casamento, meu noivo e minha irmã, Celeste Paiva, foram flagrados juntos na sala de descanso, em um momento íntimo. Eu me tornei motivo de chacota para todos. Foi então que meu amigo de infância, Ivan Siqueira, ajoelhou-se diante de todos e me pediu em casamento, protegendo-me de maneira grandiosa. Após o casamento, ele foi totalmente atencioso comigo. Infelizmente, ele não conseguia corresponder às expectativas na intimidade. Nossa vida sexual nunca foi harmoniosa. Somente neste ano, depois de recorrer à fertilização in vitro, consegui finalmente engravidar. Depois disso, Ivan tornou-se ainda mais cuidadoso comigo. Eu acreditava que ele era, enfim, o meu destino. Até o dia em que escutei sua conversa com um amigo. — Ivan, você foi cruel demais. Bárbara faz tudo por você, como consegue trocar os óvulos dela para que Bárbara seja barriga de aluguel só porque Celeste tem medo da dor do parto? — Além disso, faltam apenas dois meses para o nascimento do bebê. O que você pretende fazer depois? Ivan ficou em silêncio por um instante e suspirou. — Depois que o bebê nascer, vou entregá-lo para Celeste, realizando o maior desejo dela. — Quanto à Bárbara, direi que perdemos a criança. — E então, vou passar o resto da vida ao lado dela. "Era isso, então." "Todo o cuidado e carinho que recebi, tinham um único propósito: ela." Dei meia-volta e marquei uma cirurgia. Esta criança manchada, eu, Bárbara Paiva, não a queria mais. E essa falsa união, menos ainda.

Ivy Jones is a 23-year-old student hit by the death of her mother. When dealing with the grief of her mother she uncovers family secrets she is brought into a new life where she helps a detective named Jack Marshall solve a case of an infamous child killer through her newfound paranormal link.

One word used to describe her life was "Pain". She had to endure all forms of it, because she was in need of the money. Working under a cruel arrogant CEO was one of the hardest things ever, but she was desperate. Aurora is a 20 year old lady, who worked as a secretary to an arrogant boss for over three years. She had endured all the countless insults and curses thrown her way by him, why? Because she needed the money to survive. Finally, she had found an escape by finding a sweet sugar boss online who called her baby all day. She was assured her life would be better now,will it?

Lisha is a young woman trapped in a marriage arranged by her father, Mr Wellis, who views her union as a business transaction rather than an act of love. Despite pleading not to marry, her wishes are ignored. On her wedding day, Lisha runs away in search of freedom and falls in love with Dave, a bakery owner and the son of her family’s maid. Although they come from different social backgrounds, their love grows strong, and Lisha sacrifices her wealth to marry him. However, on the night of the wedding, Lisha makes a blood oath under a sacred tree believed to grant desires of the flesh. Instead of bringing happiness, the oath becomes her downfall, trapping her in spiritual bondage. As her marriage begins to suffocate her, Lisha once again longs for freedom. She seeks help from a spiritual healer, who warns her that the oath cannot be undone. Desperate to escape the marriage and the curse, Lisha considers killing Dave as the only way to break free. Dave eventually finds out about Lisha’s plan. This leads him to strike before Lisha stokes him. Both husband and wife plot death against each other however will this bring doom to their marriage or will they choose to rekindle their love?

Thanks to an accident, I'm somehow able to get on a phone call with the past version of me from seven years ago. Upon hearing that I will be getting engaged to Edward Herring soon, Younger Me is so excited that she keeps rolling around in bed. She also claims that she will be the happiest woman in the world seven years later. Am I happy, though? I can only smile bitterly without saying anything. Then, I silently show Younger Me the old scars of the suffering and pain I've gone through in the past. The gentle Edward is no longer here. Now, the Edward I'm with is the type who allows others to call me a manipulative bitch repeatedly and demands that I grovel to his first love, Madison Scott, and her family in a form of apology before our engagement. "So, do you still want a future like this?" The sparkle in Younger Me's eyes fades away instantly. After that, my past has been rewritten. Let's never see each other from the start, Edward Herring.