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Meet Elijah The quiet yet smart and dangerous when provoked man is the CEO to a successful world renowned fast food restaurant He is always busy running his business and taking care of his grandmother, in fact too busy that he never had a romantic relationship thinking love is a waste of time until he met her Meet Violet The fiercest girl on the planet, bold, beautiful and tough. She is ready to fulfill all her dreams and ambitions, dreams to fall in love with a college jock, dreams to give her younger sister the world, dreams to go to college and have the best life at campus, but most importantly dreams to become a famous jeweler What happens when she meets him and discovers a terrible truth which causes all her dreams to be shattered The story of a love so beautiful yet hard to claim A Love that gives hope, peace, happiness, and comfort but is hard to fight for -------------------------------------- "why me, out of all other girls out there, why do you choose to love me?" she whispers to him "my heart chose you and you are the only one that holds a special place there" he whispers back "you mean the world to me and there is nothing I won't do for you, love" He said to her with a smile before kissing her passionately

The story is portrayed on the landscape of traditional India where family has another value in every individual's life but what happens when that family loathes you to utmost level? Join the journey of both the protagonists where we can get the very image of family but in different aspects. Swara, the female protagonist is from a nuclear family in which she lives with her mother and a younger brother. That family means whole world for her. Other hand Sanskar, the male protagonist - he has everything! Everything means health, wealth and a big family as the cherry on its top. He has a widow mother and three younger siblings as name of family with a huge number of maids. But still he is alone in this whole world. So join this unique journey to know how two different people from different world unite with each other in this big universe and become each other's heartbeat!

Emily Gistara has the gift of 'listening' to the seasons, and because of this talent she is under threat. The plague brought by winter has everyone accusing Emily of being jinxed and hunting her down to kill. In her efforts to avoid the threat, Emily is reunited with Mikael Ethan, a mysterious traveler who is good at concocting medicines and has a mouse nose. Emily wants Ethan to concoct a cure to break her supposedly disastrous talent. However, the medicine cannot be concocted without a clear chrysanthemum flower that only grows at the foot of Mount Namika in spring. While waiting for spring to arrive, they are faced with a plague problem that must be dealt with. After the plague was over, the journey to find the antidote began. Getting to Mount Namika is never easy and big problems come one after another, more than that, secrets that have been buried come to the surface.

Strings Series Book 1 To avenge the life of a fallen autistic woman, that is Sisu's goal after entering Sian's body. Not until things went array and she discovered secrets after secrets. What will she do when these revealed her connection to this girl's life from the past and the future?

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

(this book contain raw languages and explicit contents, don't blame on the author, read at your detriment) "You don't have to, not when you are willingly offering yourself to the devil himself" he moves round, circling her. " And you know what he's capable of doing, torture is what he's good at" "If I am standing before the devil himself, then" she paused before continuing, "I am ready to ride into his heart" she was bold. " You don't seem to be scared of darkness, do you? " He tilts his head to the side. " Not when I've spent every second in darkness," She said trying so hard not to cry. " I am ready to be consumed by the darkness in hell, to be bound to you for as long as I live and afterlife if only you make me yours! "She spoke out in a confident and decisive tone. " Little bunny," he was more than amused, " you don't make a deal with the devil! " He warns. That didn't scare her, as she spoke out." I already have" He let out devilish laughter, as the building vibrated in response as if experiencing an earthquake. His gaze travels back to the bunny, " SHE IS MINE!" His tone was so firm, claiming her before the Mafia Lords. Audrey Shawn is a girl who has always believed in the love of family, not until she was sold by her dad, the same person who was meant to protect her. She was broken, but the thought of being sold to the highest bidder hurts, She willingly offers herself to a man she hasn't met before, beckoning to her, he was the devil himself. What will happen when she finds out that she's crossed a deal with the devil and can't find a way to escape?

Raina Winters, once the beta's daughter, now finds herself relegated to the status of Omega and the bedmate of the ruthless Alpha, Tristan Knight who was once her fated mate and the first prince. Tristan became a cold-hearted beast due to her betrayal. Despite his abusive behaviour towards her, marking her and using her in bed, he is determined to make her hate him. She endures his wrath, biding her time until she will be set free. "I won't make it easy for you to run from me. You owe me too much; your life is bound to mine," Alpha Tristan Knight. In this tale, love proves feeble, while desire has the power to make it unforgettable. Content Warning: The following book contains themes and depictions of abuse, violence, and revenge that may be distressing or triggering to sensitive readers. These elements are integral to the narrative and are portrayed in some instances with detail. Reader discretion is advised, and individuals who may find such content emotionally challenging are encouraged to exercise caution or choose an alternative reading option.

In a world where humans are classified into three types: Alpha, Omega, and Beta. Alphas can dominate Omegas through pheromones, Omegas can fool Alphas through pheromones and beauty, and betas can't detect pheromones at all. Beatrice Prieur, the omega who has outstanding beauty, but a simple girl who just wants a simple life with a man she loves. Sixinere De Beville, an Alpha who’s known as the dominant one and for his playful attitude. If a serious like Omega met her playful Alpha, can it be called love?

In my ninth year of being with Tyler Freeman, he flaunts his relationships with other women while I'm only allowed to come and go from his bedroom. He doesn't acknowledge me as his girlfriend, yet he allows his friends to address me as such. I have a name but not an identity. His friends are bored during a private party and want me to perform a strip dance on stage to liven things up. I expect Tyler to at least turn them down on my behalf, but all he does is sip his wine and say, "Go on. You're the owner of this place, aren't you? Aren't clubs supposed to satisfy their patrons' needs? Don't let my friends down!" I look at him emotionlessly. I don't cry or throw a fuss. Instead, I splash a glass of liquor in his face. The following day, I trash the club. Three months later, Tyler finally thinks of calling me. "Where are you? Aren't you gonna get the hell back here? Do you really expect me to beg you to come back? Do you think you're worthy of that?" I pull my newlywed husband to the camera. "Sorry, Mr. Freeman. I'm getting married. You don't need to come, but do get me a wedding gift." Unexpectedly, he threatens to show my husband intimate videos of me when he sees me in a wedding gown.

The scent of pine and damp earth clung to the air as the full moon created long shadows across the Ancient Clearing. Tonight, was supposed to be our marking ceremony, a sacred ritual binding Alpha Anderson and his chosen Luna before the eyes of the Frostmoon Pack. “My heart,” his gaze locked on Leah, who stood under the moonlight “has always belonged to another. My first love, the one whose spirit has been weakened by the venom of wolfsbane, is my Luna.” He drew Leah closer, his hand possessively circling her waist. Under the watchful gaze of the moon, he smiled. “Our traditions are clear,” he continued, “Only the woman who stands with me at this altar, witnessed by all, shall be my Luna. Though I had always thought that Irene was my mate which I mistakenly marked a time ago. But thanks to the goddess for making me see clearly before it was too late.” They exchanged vows beneath the trees, witnessed by the werewolves and the Moon Goddess. The silver crowns were placed, the ceremonial kiss sealed their bond. I stood hidden in the shadows of the surrounding forest. For twelve years, from the moment my wolf recognized his at eighteen until my thirtieth moon cycle, my love for Anderson had never changed. But his heart, it was clear, belonged to Leah. If that was the truth, then I would release him. He had never truly seen me, never truly cared. Yet, the act of my departure seemed to unravel him in ways I couldn’t understand.