Thousand Autumns Donghua

She died with betrayal in her heart—and vengeance in her soul. Yasmine Morcant gave everything to the man she married and the sister she trusted. When they threw her off a balcony to silence her forever, the last thing she expected was to be saved by a devil. But Azrael is no ordinary demon. Cursed to eternal torment unless he finds a woman who will love him as purely as the one he lost a thousand years ago, he sees in Yasmine a final chance. Now, bound by a pact neither of them fully understands, Yasmine must learn to love the devil who saved her… while destroying the ones who broke her. Revenge is sweet. Love could be salvation. But the truth of who she is might burn them both. A dark, sensual, emotionally intense paranormal romance about vengeance, rebirth, and love that transcends lifetimes. #Paranormalromance #Enemies to Lovers #Betrayal #Revenge #Forbidden Love

My fiancé, Keith Odell is a hot air balloon pilot. His first love, Michelle Lavigne, insisted on taking a risk and flying to a thousand meters above ground when the balloon’s helium began to leak.  In that moment of crisis, Keith grabbed the tandem parachute and leaped with her.  With tears in my eyes, I begged him, “I'm pregnant with your child. Can’t you take me first?” But he reproached me. “Is this really the time to fake your pregnancy because of a bit of jealousy? You learned how to skydive but Chelle is afraid of heights. We’ll wait for you on the ground.” Then he forcibly shook off my hand and parachuted down with his first love.  He failed to notice the hole in the only parachute he left me. Michelle had deliberately done it.  Carrying our unborn child, I closed my eyes and leaped.

Blurb One sacred promise, a thousand lies, and one secret that destroys. For Dewangga, his wedding day with Vivian should have been the beginning of a perfect and honorable life. However, a small incident in the dressing room—an accidental spill of coffee—led him into a trap he never expected. Behind the locked door, he met Davian, Vivian's wild and manipulative half-brother. Davian knew Dewangga's biggest secret. He knew that behind the dashing wedding suit, Dewangga hid an orientation that he suppressed deeply. With intoxicating touches and sharp words, Davian began to ensnare Dewangga in an irresistible forbidden obsession. Now, Dewangga is trapped in a torturous charade. By day, he is the perfect husband to Vivian. But in the darkness, he is a prisoner of Davian's passion. When his wife's touch no longer stirs his body, Dewangga is forced to borrow another man's shadow to survive his wedding night.

Even as the Alpha's stepdaughter, it didn't save her from the cruelness faced by the pack for being an omega. Though everyone saw her to be ordinary, but that wasn't all true. Lupe was a rare wolf. The kind birthed one a thousand years when the purple moon comes. Though not only one can be born but, only one has to survive throughout the life span. Her worst nightmares began when the Lycan king found out about her and, was ready to do anything or pay any amount to have her be his breeder. Even when she met her mate, and planned to escape it all with him. Things got out of control. What happens when her mate has no choice but to leave her for the Lycan king? What sacrifice must she do for the safety of her loved ones? Will she be able to love the Lycan king or, try to kill him instead?

Nadine Sullivan doesn't come home to have dinner with me on my birthday. Instead, she transfers 100 dollars to me and sends me a text, saying, "I love you." Coincidentally, a resident doctor at her hospital updates his social media with a photo. It's a screenshot of her transferring 10,000 dollars to him. She's also texted him, "I love you to the moon and back." I don't throw a tantrum or kick up a fuss. All I do is leave the city without hesitation. The first day after my departure, I hear that Nadine is unfazed. She says, "He'll be back after a few days." The first month after my departure, Nadine calls me. "I'll transfer 100 thousand dollars to you, alright? Can you come back now?" I've never wanted her money, though.

1000 years after the great war, the human world was peaceful and the demons and all supernatural beings were sealed in a separate realm called HELL. After the thousand years had lapsed, the seal had loosened a bit. The great demon wants to use the opportunity to conquer earth once again. The Princess of darkness escaped from hell and strong demons from all over the realm of hell were tasked to visit earth and bring her back to hell. the one who brings her back will marry the Princess. I was also tasked with another matter (spy on Earth and send daily reports back to hell) I met a beautiful human girl and I forgot my primary assignment. My heart was already conquered before the war. I'll do anything to keep my woman from harm's way and to stop the war before it happens.

"I have lived for a thousand years, and i haven't seen or love anybody like you. I don't have the strength to let you go." During every blood moon, the head of the vampires must give the head of the werewolves one of their most priced processions, and because of this agreement, both kinds have lived peacefully with each other for thousands of years. // Anika, a beautiful college graduate who traveled to one of the busiest states in America to look for a job unexpectedly applied and got a job as the personal assistant to the CEO of the company. And that CEO turned out to be a playboy by day and the coldstoned head of the vampires by night. Carlos, the stone cold head of the vampires fell inlove Anika,the moment he saw her and because of this, she was targeted by the werewolves and their vicious head. // So, will Carlos be able to protect Anika from the paws of the werewolves and his head? and Will Anika return Carlos feelings? Find out NOW!

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

I am a doctor who specializes in treating infertility. People liked to joke and call me the "Life-Bringer." By day, I worked at the hospital, handling the toughest, most puzzling cases. By night, I used something called the Spirit Bride Rite, a long-lost ritual from ancient times to preserve a man's ability to have children, even after he had just passed. It was a method that went against nature and drained me dry, so I didn't take just any job. I worked for the wealthy. My starting fee was 600 thousand dollars. That day, I had barely taken a sip of champagne at a client's grandson's baby shower before an urgent request came in. If I counted right, this would be my 17th husband.

My Alpha was gravely wounded in a battle with a rival pack. But I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t even flustered. I let him go, three thousand kilometers away, to be healed. Because in my past life, Damien got himself injured on purpose, all to give his healer mistress, Isla, a shot at glory. Worried sick about him, I forced our pack’s healers to treat him instead. But Isla lost her one shot at fame. Without it, she couldn't secure her place in any pack and eventually killed herself. Damien's life was saved, but he blamed me for her death. He poisoned me, leaving me to die in agony. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right before Damien got hurt.