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A twisting romance about love,friendship and destiny. Tiara meets Thomas by chance or according to him "destiny". He leaves her with no clue on how to see him,driven by her new believe in destiny,she waits to see him again. A different kind of love pictures different love stories of different people, it's a combination of love stories.

"Daisy is a kind , cheerful and always help others , but I'm a selfish , My first priority is myself and I'm not cheerful either . So , I just wanted to be a part of this world and receive their love for granted. I'm tired of acting . Though , I'm not DAISY , I wanted them to remember me . I wish ,there was a place for me in this world." i said and his eyes widened for moment and he suddenly hugged me tightly . "I'm sorry for leaving you alone ." "It was really hard for you . it's okay to be selfish . it's okay to prior yourself . it's okay to take their love for granted . it's okay to be yourself and live your own life". "Sorry for taking a long time , even if you hide yourself from everyone . I'll always try finding you . Finally , I found you , Emily ". As he said , my eyes widened . I always wanted them to not find me out , but the truth is , I just waited to be found out by someone . Now, I know, he's the black butterfly I waited for . ---------------------------------------------- Emily is a 20 years old college student, who lived a normal life. But suddenly when she transmigrated into a 17 years old girl named Daisy in a complete different world and she become the heroine in a novel . Then, she continues to act like the real heroine to survive , until she was found out by the Daman ; People in this kingdom faces crisis which is done by the villain , Lukhas . The God gives her a clue "The conducts of your close one , shall give away the real misfortune". After listening to the clue , She finds out ,the real enemy is someone powerful than Lukhas and someone closer to the people with her. "Will she able to handle the truth ? " -----------------------------------------

Victor murmured 'Happy Birthday Misha' as he fed me a small piece of cake. Wait! Why was he sounding so husky all of a sudden? Stop it! As usual, I was imagining things. I shook my head as I sliced a piece of cake with cherry and tried to feed him. But the icing was soft, and the cake began to slip away from my fingers. Victor grabbed my hand...(Oh my! I will remember this day forever!)... Closed his mouth around the cake and my fingers! And a hot rush which started somewhere in my core began to spread inside with lightning speed and I felt my cheeks burn. His mouth was so warm and his lips, they were everything I imagined them to be, and more. My lips parted as I watched him close his eyes and lick my fingers. There was something so sensual and possessive about it that I began to wonder the same thing all over again. Does Mr Popular and youngest pilot from his academy, Victor Matthews finally got a clue that I have been secretly in love with him all these years?

"Do you know how lucky you are?" he answered her question with his own. His voice was low and husky as he leaned his face closer, teasing her. Her breathing hitched and she tiptoed as if it could help avoid his hot breath. "What do you mean?" she tried to back her head more into the wall but it was a lost cause. The back of her head was already banging into the hard surface. It was causing an unneeded headache to form. "I mean, don't you know how many women would like to be in your place right now? Yet, you're rejecting me,” "Who said I'm rejecting you? I said I wanted my own room!” "That's the same as rejecting me babe," Chris whispered as he blew her ear, making Jihyun shiver. His words were confusing, but when they registered in her brain, she huffed and slammed her head on his side. Dumbfounded, he looked down at her in confusion as he held her hands tighter, “Dont babe me!” she glared at him and regretted it soon as he had her stare. *** When Chris was stuck between meeting his ex-fiancee and keeping his cool in front of his family, he chose the easy road. He forced his ever-loyal secretary to be his fake girlfriend for ten days. Simple. Easier said than done. Jihyun never wanted to curse at her boss, but bringing her to his family event and making her lie to their faces about being in love with him? It almost drove her off the edge. A disaster! One that she would never ask for.

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,

Miles Clark has forgotten everything about his past. His dreams of a half-frozen woman guarded by a white wolf deep in a forest may be clue to reclaiming his memories, but each night she and her familiar appear more fragile and weak. He knows he must light the fire to save them both and to reclaim his memories.

Part One:When Jamie Dalton moved into the house her grandparents left her she was just looking to reconnect with her past and settle in familiar surroundings. Digging through the attic for treasures, she found a nearly life-sized statue of a wolf and a very old, very strange book, Legends of the Werewolf. She was shocked when her new neighbor, Mike Volka, introduced himself and the eyes watching her looked just like the wolf in the book. Using the hypnotic power of the shifter, he draws her into his web and they have sex so hot it nearly burns down the house.Part TwoShifter Lia Popescue is desperate to find the book, Legends of the Werewolf, her only clue as to what happened to her pack. Her attempts to recover it bring her into contact with Riley Morgan, a contact that explodes with sexual chemistry. When she loses her heart to the sexy detective, she wonders how he will handle knowing the truth about her.USA Today best-selling and award-winning author Desiree Holt writes everything from romantic suspense and paranormal to erotic. and has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications.Wolf Tales is created by Desiree Holt, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Being faced with the death sentence that is brain tumor seemed a lot less frightening when compared to the knowledge that your cheating husband and his mistress were overjoyed that you'd be gone for good. She had rushed home with the good news of her health only to be met with a shocking discovery. To make matters worse, Drusilla was killed and buried to hide the truth and take over her wealth. Surprisingly, fate had a different game in store for her. Saved by an unknown man, her strike at revenge was imminent. Their first marriage was simply an assumption, stricken with shock and disassociated amnesia disorder, Drusilla assumed she was his wife. The second time, when she got her memories back, it was agreed – a marriage for both their benefits. The third time, however, Neon could no longer take it. "You're my wife, stop looking at your ex-husband," he scolded her. "That I am, but only on paper." Unable to hold back his feelings anymore, he proposed. “let's get married then, for real this time." Neon was more than willing to marry a woman without an identity, but was she?

“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening. I yanked the door open and almost broke down crying at the sight before me, “Queen Lyla!” Bethany gasped from behind me. I scooped her into my arms, my eyes searching for any unwanted presence before rushing her into the living room. “Valerian put me down, we don’t have much time!” she rushed out the command as she struggled to get down. Silently obeying, I put her down, taking note of how she looked and it wasn’t pretty. Her hair, that was always neatly made, looked like a bird’s nest; twigs and leaves hanging from the knots. Her long white sleeping robe dirty and bloody from her waist down, she looked a royal mess; with a bunch of blankets wrapped around her upper half. “My Queen, what happened?” Beth asked as she handed me my medicine bag.