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Obsessed with destiny. Tainted with blood Giovanni Moretti believes he was chosen to ascend this realm and be more. Guided by a priestess who speaks the names of the damned, he’s sacrificed and marked souls in the name of a forgotten god–The Ascendant. Now, only one remains. His daughter is the final key. The last sacrifice. And when blood runs in the pattern, divinity answers.

They were eager to find me so I run They will use me for their evilness that's why I hide I grew up hiding my scent Controlling what's inside me I hide They seek Called by a lot of names The keeper The Goddess Daughter/Son The prophecy But one thing is for sure I am The Luna of the next Alpha

HEIR-that is the only thing that Elijah Theodore Martinez, thirty, needs. An heir who can secure all the wealth of his wealthy family. But the problem is that the heir is the only thing he wants, not a mother for his baby or a woman who can make his bed warm. He doesn't want any commitment or relationship with any woman because, for him, all women are the same as his mother. All women are trash and don't deserve any ounce of love from men. A woman is a user like his mother, who left him and his father when his father experienced a financial breakdown. All women are only a thing for him that he can use when he needs them, but throw away easily when he doesn't need them at all. Until he met Eliana Grace Herrera, twenty-seven, a breadwinner for her five younger siblings, who were left with her when their parents died in a car accident. For her, she will do everything for her siblings, even becoming the billionaire's surrogate.

Love is a complex being. Something that not all of the human race can fully grasp. Alyssa Aveya, a girl controlled by her sister. Made into something she never wanted to be just to let her voice be heard. Her home life isn't the best either, with her mother and father always yelling and screaming at one another and her mom being a user isn't helping the situation either. Come along on this journey of self worth and destruction. ︎︎︎ Sneak peek: "You said you loved me enough to see past the flaws!" She yells at him. His eyes bore burning holes into her tender skin. In a split moment she finds herself pinned to the wall, lips moving in sync with his. Pushing him away she says "You can't always do this when we need to talk." "But you love me doing this." He says touching me in places where polite society would think outrageous. Making my brain go hazy, making me succumb to his will.

For one night, I belonged to him. An entire club of people in masks. No names were allowed. He demanded my submission. He satisfied my darkest desires. What was only one night turned into our obsession. I craved his commands. Needed to please him. What happens when I find out the masked man in the club is my boss and he has no plans of giving me up.

This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Businesses, places and events are either the products of author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this book maybe reproduced or transmitted by any forms or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying , recording or by any information storage ang retrieval system, without written permission from the Author.

As Christmas drew near, my little sister claimed she’d seen Santa Claus in the house. “He had four legs, real long, like dead branches. He crawled on the floor like a dog. His mouth was full of teeth, and I saw him with my own eyes, climbing out of the chimney. His bones were making this clicking, clacking sound.” The Santa she described was nothing like the legends. My parents and I thought it was just her imagination. Until I posted about it online. A user named “NocturneNotes” insisted my sister wasn’t lying, and that the thing was dangerous. Panicked, I asked him what we should do. He gave me three rules: “On Christmas Eve, from 11:30 PM to 2:00 AM, the entire family must ‘sleep’ by the Christmas tree.” “You can’t actually fall asleep, or you’ll die in your sleep.” “No matter what you hear or feel, you absolutely cannot open your eyes or stop pretending to be asleep. Once it hits 2:00 AM, it will leave on its own.”

Story of Rose and Josheph steamy love story with taste of betrayal, Suspense and thrill. "I was waiting for this moment Princess" He whispered in my ear giving goosebumps. "D..daddy" I stuttered. "shhhhhh.. baby, you trust me right?" He asked. Mature Content This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental."

Ferrah Autumn is a lone magic user, intent on finding the man who destroyed her coven and, along with it, her brother, who was the answer to winning the war against shifters. She trained for years, working with some of the most powerful warlocks and witches to fulfill her lifelong goal of killing the Alpha King. But when he finds her in the woods, something unexplainable happens. Not only do they share the same prophecy, but they're also each other's fated mates.“There’s one condition,” I said softly. I leaned my back against the wall as I looked at him. I looked up to find him standing a few feet away from the bars. He was looking at me with hope in his eyes. My heart ached at the sight and I cursed at myself for it.“What?” he asked in confusion. I couldn’t believe that I was even considering this. I felt like a traitor. If my parents could see me now, what would they think? I was making a deal with the devil.The Alpha King's Prophecy is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

A girl is found dead in the Girls' hostel , the only witness is a blind girl who is found to be sleeping in the hostel. She knows the voices she heard and the names to match but she can't speak... because snitches get stitches. The dead girl's best friend is out to find out want happened to his best friend but they both find out that her death is deeper than they thought. Seven, for a secret never to be told