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On the day of my wedding anniversary, I was cleaning my house when I found a picture album. As it turned out, my husband had been religiously taking pictures with the girl of his dreams every year on this precise date. He had been doing it since he was forty years old and he was now sixty years old. His hair had progressed from a jet black to a faded white and yet, he kept up the tradition. There was a written message in his handwriting at the back of the picture that read, “Eternal Love.” Since he doesn't love me, I will no longer bother washing his clothes and cooking for him. I will no longer care for his children and grandchildren. I may have foolishly wasted half of my life, but it was not too late to make a change.

His hand wrapped in her hair, yanking her face up to him to look into his angry eyes. "Tell me where the fuck is he?" He growled, making her shudder in fear. "Tell me now!" "I..I..won't..." she whimpered due to a sharp pain shot through her skull. He grabbed his pistol and pressed it right on her temple, snarling, "Are you going to tell me or you wish for death?!" "I want to die…" she cried out. Anger roared through him, he pressed the gun in her temple wanting nothing more than to kill that bitch right that moment but something snapped inside him when his eyes fell on her body, and a cruel smile curved his lips. "Not before getting a taste of you!"

Holy shit. Hell no. Ivette’s brain turned into a puddle as she stared into those bright brown eyes that had wiped her world away on that night weeks ago. She would never forget those eyes that haunted her dreams every night. His knowing smile. His full mouth that had touched every inch of her skin. His dark hair that her fingers had dove into and pulled as she moaned against his tan skin. His scent that made her knees wobble with need. At least, now she knew his name. When Ivette King's long-term boyfriend proposes to her, in a bid to find some semblance of peace, she takes a step in the wrong direction. A one-night stand with a rival. A mistake, she called it. An unforgettable experience, he begged to differ.

Alpha Connor went to the human village to meet up with other pack Alphas to form an alliance against the rogue and lycan attacks. They met at a bar that reeks of alcohol where no one can track their scent. At the middle of their talk, Alpha Connor's attention was caught by a disturbing sight. There he saw a woman with white hair and a calming scent of a delicate peony. Her face shows discomfort as she was getting picked up by a group of drunk guys. He knew then that he has to do something. He knew then that she wasn’t just a nobody to him. She was his mate. He couldn’t track a female wolf in that woman. But what could a human mate do for a pack in danger? Little did he know that she wasn’t just a normal human. She is the daughter of the moon goddess.

He’s the dracula that is determined to be the next Alpha. And he just rejected Angel as his mate. Angel want to hate his guts for ghosting her … but she can practically hear his wolf calling to hers.If determination had a name, this black wolf would be it. Tall, broad and muscular, he’s been training his whole life to take over as the new pack leader. With his sharp gray eyes and thick black hair, he looks every bit the part and his delicious scent makes it impossible for Angel to stay mad at him … or resist him.Angel pretends to hate him and never want him again yet not even proud Alphas or rejected mates can escape fate…How much longer can you resist the delicious pull?

"Will I see you again?" he straighten his posture, looking alarm."There's a possibility." She smiled, "I really have to go now.""Can you give me your number?" he took a step closer,"How about, I'll give it to you the second time I saw you?" she crossed her arms over her chest,He took another step and gently put the stranded hair behind her ear. "Do you think I deserve a goodbye kiss?""A what-" before she know it he already crash his lips to hers and the only thing she could think of was how she had been right when she made a bet with herself about his soft lips. Copyright Reserved

Andreas Sanders daringly returned to Ashford City in order to escape from his engagement party that was to be held in Paris. He would never accept an arranged marriage that would clearly trap him further in his own family's game. Therefore, he realized that there was only one thing to do now. That is to secure a beneficial marriage. Love and fairy tales were unnecessary. The only thing Andreas needed was an intelligent woman who could engage in mentally stimulating debates with him. Luckily, Andreas found her in the form of his friend's secretary. She was tall and elegant, dressed in a tailored suit with long pants, supported by seven-centimeter-high heels, with wavy hair, red lipstick, and, of course, a sharp tongue. A truly perfect combination. The woman that Andreas desired. Vlora Anderson. * 2nd book of seri 'The CEO'

"A hot lust mouth against his skin, sliding over to his neck, her finger in his hair, her smallfoot moving up his right calf, eliciting a shiver, as it brushed the sensitive skin behind his knee." Jeff gasped awake as the wonderful dream abruptly ended and the harsh unfair truth of his reality took its place. "How could he dream of her?" The Castelluci's are rivals, opposers of The Kincades. An heirloom is the price and Kiah, a daughter loyal to her father, is sent to retrieve it from the Kincades territory. But with a shift in the plans of destiny, she starts to get entangled with her emotions on a man, Alexei Kincade. A man whose ideals are obscure and quite the dream of ladies. Now the path starts to retain fog, her vision and goals become hazy in the battle between the heart and mind. Love or Duty?

Second book in My Archangel Soulmate series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.

His brunette hair was groomed and trimmed into taper fade and that highlighted his facial details. In other words, he was the reason the word 'perfection' was created. She had just spent 5 minutes and his beauty already intimidated her. She feared what would happen in a year. “When is the interview beginning?" she asked after accessing him from top to bottom. “There would be no interview, miss Wilson. Get ready, we are getting married 2 weeks from now” he blurted out and her mouth dropped in bewilderment. Amelia Wilson, a clumsy waitress gets entangled with a gay Billionaire who has the desperate need to proof his sexuality as straight. What happens when his past lovers starts hunting her one after the other. find out in this story