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You can always choose whom you should keep with but you can never beg someone to stay if that person wants to let go. There is a great distinction between keeping and letting go of someone. Yna Grace Portillo is inlove with Brent Trence Jimenez. The moment he stepped inside the gym with his disheveled hair, broad shoulders and alluring smile she knew at that moment that she was captivated by his charms. But things were never on her side, Brent has never noticed her. It was her cue to make a move. She courted him. She didn't mind the standards. Well equality prevails. That's what she thought. Despite of everything she did for him. Her love was never reciprocated. She felt useless. Her pride as a woman has been downgraded too. She's done chasing him. What if fate had been kind to her and intervened? Would she grab that chance or slip it away? Is he sincere or is it just part of his game? Will she keep him again?

I don't really know what I was expecting, and it sure as hell wasn't this. Whatever this is...it's even better than I could have imagined. The mystery, the anonymity, the sense of excitement that has reawakened something in me that I haven't felt in what seems like a lifetime ago. The way his hands caress my body, his fingers gently tracing along my skin; my lips against his neck and hands in his hair, wanting him the way he wants me... I'm learning to love the unexpected... **** Still recovering from the heartbreak of a failed engagement, Kristine reluctantly agrees to a girls night out. A night that is meant for her to let loose and forget about her unsuccessful dating life, leads Kristine to meet a mysterious stranger who brings her body back to life in ways she didn't believe possible. This unexpected intimate encounter leads to much more with a man she knows only as E.

“You don’t mean anything to me,” he spoke dangerously, the tips of his fingers curling in my hairs as he jerked my neck back. “A mere toy that I’ll use whenever I want,” a breathless whimper escaping my lips. “Leave me-“ “Or what?” His lips stretched into a wide grin. “Tear me with your tiny claws?” He backed me into the wall behind me and leaned in closer, his grey eyes pierced my soul. “Remember, Amara, you exist solely for my pleasure.” He pulled my hair harder and my flesh burned the moment he nuzzled his face into my shoulder. I bet he could hear my heart beat accelerating with passing breath. His other arm circling to wrap around my waist, my heart pounded when his strong sandalwood essence in-filtered my senses. “Rhys-” “Shh…and for your punishment, I want you to bend over the wall and lift you skirt.” ****

Name: Kir Bastet Age: 16 years old Species: unknown Parents: Valentine Bastet(father/deceased) Siblings: Inuharu Bastet (brother) Abilities: extent unknown Hair: Blonde Height: 6' Class: Royal Princess of Kayanadia Note: Further investigation required to determine Miss Bastet's background and abilities. Our best agent is currently undercover at Magdalia Academy, posing as a student in order to provide more information. Agent information: Classified. ---- Combat Lessons: Easy. History: What royal doesn't know that? Being investigated by a secret organization that wants to discover all your secrets: Say what?! The girl who thought going into the public and hiding from the spotlight would be simple realizes that she got it all wrong as she faces off against evil organizations, an entire species that wants her gone, and trials of love that turn her whole world upside down... Will Kir be able to make it to her coronation as queen? Or will her true identity be discovered first?

It’s her. It’s my mate. I looked at the girl from afar using my enhanced vision. I can’t be seen closer to the guesthouse and I know I’m breaking the rules but fuck! I can’t stand the sweet scent lingering all over my pack since they arrive. Since she arrive. She is tall, and even from those shabby clothes, I can tell she’s fit and curvy. Her long golden-brown hair has natural curls at the edge. I love how the shape of her eyes matches her high cheekbone and- Oh, fuck. Not again. I can feel my cock reacting from just looking at her. And even from this distance, her scent is intoxicating that I can’t help but be enticed by it. Fuck. If only I’m not an Alpha, I won’t have this much control! I might have run down this hill to reach her, claim her, mark her, kiss her--ohh, fuck!

Dark Romance; A spoiled girl’s game leads her into the arms of an attractive, no-nonsense man. Logline: After playing a reckless game, a spoiled and gullible girl did not expect to find herself in a serious relationship with an intriguing and no-nonsense guy who starts to discipline her. Excerpt: She listened as he stepped forward with his belt, moving closer to her and crowding her with the musky scent he was wearing. She fought to hold back her fear as finally, he came to stand behind her. She felt his fingers gently combing her hair down over her shoulders. Then he started speaking slowly, his deep voice starting to shake her demeanor as he talked to her."You didn't marry a soft knight in shining armor that will cuddle, ignore and pet you every time you choose to deliberately get out of line. I will punish you thoroughly for your disobedience..." WARNING! This is Dark Romance. Do not read if you find the theme offensive.

“He’s unholy, he’s dirty, and you must be kept pure.” He said forcing our eyes to meet. The tip of his thumb brushed my lips. He let my hair go, stumbling back as tho he was tipsy. “Take off your clothes” I did as instructed, no questioning. When the miracle boy of Edevane is found in the arms of the Mayor's bastard son, the whole town erupts in a scandal. Simon, the adopted son of Father cadwell, was born to kneel and smile through pain. Behind the cathedral doors, Simon endures bruises because he's told, saints are meant to bleed. Arson Grey, the mayor's bastard son, reckless and irresponsible finds Simon attractive and sees through his facade. He wants the boy under the mask. Simon’s past comes back to hunt him, but things are different this time. When Simon falls, when he loses his faith, and scatters the boat of salvation. Would Arson be there to catch him? What happens when saints falls?.

Since she was little, Aurora knew she wasn't like other girls. Her white hair, red eyes... and the inexplicable storms that seemed to follow her. Raised to hide, she learned to run before asking questions. But when tragedy strikes her town and her mother disappears, Aurora discovers that ancient forces are watching her every move—and that her blood carries a secret that could change the fate of two worlds. Thrown into a kingdom where creatures bond with warriors and a deadly tournament decides who rules. Torn between two loves, one light and gentle as the morning breeze, the other hot and explosive like a volcano, both want her to trust them, but choosing wrong could mean the end of her life. Aurora will have to choose between running away from who she is... or becoming the heir everyone fears. Because there is something growing inside her. Something wild. Something impossible to control. . And when it awakens, neither Arcadia nor Earth will be safe.

Séptima Belleza Velasquez started her journey after entering thr Roxwell Academy. It is a place where vampires and other supernatural creatures are trained to be in a full form and to be a warrior of their Nation - Seville against the Nation of the North. When the people knew she has a blonde hair, she was criticised, feared and hated by the people of the Academy. All the things got worst when the Travenjour selected her to be one of the Dauntless. The most dangerous and dark sect of the academy. But it was nothing to her to be one of the Dauntless, until she got to knew their stories. They accepted her as one of them. But then, troubles never die. The warriors of the North attacked the Academy. They're finding her because of the said prophecy that the elders only knew about it. Then she discovered her real identity, her purpose and her mission. She's the only weapon of the North to wipe out the entire Nation of Seville. A very dangerous prophecy that will turn them all into ashes and will cover them with bloods is on her hands. And the only way to stop the prophecy, is to kill her.

I had been trying to get pregnant for six months. Ernest Marino, the Don of the Marinos, would personally make me a herbal brew every day to ensure that my body was properly nurtured. He watched me tenderly as I drank the brew and whispered into my ear, "You're a good girl, Mia. You need to drink this, no matter how bad it tastes, for the sake of our baby." When my full black hair started to fall, and my gums began to bleed for no good reason, I found out that it was not medicine I was drinking. It was an immunosuppressant. Ernest had spent six months showering me with adoration, turning me into the perfect organ donor. The herbal brew I had been consuming would make it so that the recipient, his precious stepsister with uremia, would not experience rejection symptoms. He thought that I was a woman who could be treated anyway he wanted. However, he had no idea that I was a Corleone. I was from Severia's oldest, most ruthless mafia family, the Corleones.