Born From Death

When a certain princess clocked twenty one, she is arranged to marry a prince of Deira. Her soon-to-be husband is the third prince of Deira. The king of Deira, Augustus, chose his first son as the crown prince. The crown prince is an easy-going man who doesn't like disputes. You could say he's too soft. The second prince is ambitious, he wants his father to abdicate the throne to him. The third prince is feared as he is cold, heartless and not interested in the throne. The princess is the fourth child of Augustus. After her are two twin boys who are a bit younger. In a faraway castle, the arranged couple try to live in harmony. All seemed smooth until a treason was planned. Treason fueled by anger and ambitions. Will it be successful? Will the prince accept his wife as his confidant? Will the devil rest?

Two men. One was her best friend. The other was her infuriating boss. One is the man she has loved for twelve years. The other is the man she despised with everything in her. Yet on her wedding day, they both stood there, one as the groom, the other as the man who would never let her go. “I tried to bury you. I told myself it was nothing. But watching you love him? That was the first time I understood what hatred really feels like.” One said, his voice filled with resentment sharp enough to cut steel. “I don’t need you to choose me,” the other whispered. “I just need you to know that no matter whose name you take… You will always belong to me.” Forbidden. Addictive. A love so wrong it tastes like sin. A hatred so raw it feels like desire. A twelve-year devotion. A buried obsession. Two brothers. One bride. Some loves are safe. Some loves are reckless. And some are powerful enough to tear a family apart.

Janiyah finds herself reluctantly on the auction stage in a world where women are auctioned off for one-night stands because she is desperately trying to get money for her sick sister's medical care. Janiyah becomes increasingly uncomfortable as the auction continues, especially when an unexpected bidder makes an astonishing fifty million dollars for her.

“Why do you love talking so much?” I demanded with a scowl. “Because I want you to clearly remember that you’re about to get nasty with a man.” He answered as he grazed his lips lightly against my jaw, a feathery motion which made me shiver slightly in response. I opened my mouth to say something in reply but he jerked my mouth against his fast, stopping whatever I was about to say with a kiss. ****** After unknowingly getting dragged into a dangerous mess and being on the run with a man who has a death penalty threat hanging over his head, two things out of five were very clear to Mark. One, his straight ass wasn’t as straight as he used to think. Two, he was ridiculously falling for the ‘number-one’ most wanted person in more than five countries. Recklessly, unhinged. The fact that he had a girlfriend back at home was the last thing on his mind. It was a very reckless and emotion filled adventure for both men, where one had to prove his innocence to the world or forever be on the run until whenever he got caught. While the other one has to throw caution to the wind for the first time, grow past his fears and beliefs and go for what his heart wants, despite how wrong it feels.

From day one Stacy was unloved and abused, and unwanted. Her mother "abandoned" her as a baby. Her step mother is evil, her step brother and sister hate her, and her father never wanted her. Will she finally find love? Or will she be unwanted? After some time she finds out she isn't normal at all she has some powers.Updates three times a day noon, four pm and 10 pm central time.

I died beneath the Ferris wheel. The killer took a photo of the Ferris wheel and sent it to my mother. 'Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you too,' wrote the killer. In my mother's voice message, her tone was filled with hatred as she replied, "How dare you ask to ride the Ferris wheel with me when you killed your own sister? Why won't you just die?!" As she wished, I was dead. However, what she didn't know was that the one who killed me was my so-called dead sister.

Damien was in love with Emma for as long as he could remember. His love for her was pure and he could do anything for her and he hoped to confess to her how he felt but as they say, not everything in life goes the way we want. On hearing about her upcoming wedding, his pure love for her turned into an obsession and vowing to make her his at any costs.

Nate Cohen is being framed for a murder he didn't commit. In order to clear his name and find the real culprit he must join forces with the strong-headed, steel-willed Verena Dawson. A woman who gets on his very last nerve and the killer's next target.

Every bonding anniversary, Shawn would bring home a new human girl from the outside—always under the lovely pretense of letting me mentor her on how to serve an Alpha. On our seventh anniversary, he brought back a nightclub girl dressed in a Princess Snow White outfit—cheap satin trembling under the chandelier's light. “She doesn’t have anything appropriate for an occasion like this,” he said casually. “Let her borrow your bonding dress. And the jewelry I gave you last time. As for shoes—what you're wearing now will do.” Then he added, with a trace of irony, “She’s just a young human girl, clueless. Teach her a few things about our world, will you? Especially the part about the bed.” Everyone was waiting for the spectacle—for me to break again, as I always had. And I didn’t disappoint them. I looked at Shawn, my voice steady, and said I wanted a bond-severance. He laughed—short and sharp—and leaned back like he was watching a comedy. “Clara, when are you going to stop with this bond-severance nonsense? I’ve heard it so many times. They’re just human girls, while you are my Luna. How could they ever compare to you?” Then, grinning as if doing me a favor, he added, “Fine. If you really want a bond-severance, I’ll gift you a territory in the south. Consider it a reward for doing your job as my Luna.” The room erupted in laughter. To them, I was ridiculous—greedy, jealous, hysterical. But what they didn’t know was that this was the 365th time I’d asked for a bond-severance. And the first time, I truly meant it. When he found out I wasn’t joking this time, he lost his composure. He searched for me across the world—only after he realized I was no longer where he thought I’d always be.

Five years ago, I offered up my neck to Kieran, the Shadow Lord. After that night of insatiable hunger, he didn't drain me dry. Instead, he sank his fangs deep into my veins. At the zenith of pleasure, he whispered repeatedly into my ear, "You are mine." Just as I mistakenly believed this twisted possession was love, his so-called "savior," Seraphina, returned. To appease her, Kieran demanded my heart's blood every night. He callously tossed my mother's only keepsake into an auction. Worse still, to quell her jealousy, he personally locked me away in a prison bristling with silver torture devices... When I finally broke the blood pact and, my heart shattered, fled to Los Angeles to marry his sworn enemy, Lucian, Kieran descended into complete madness.