chika and satowa

"Killian Walker was shocked when he discovered that not only was his father not married to his mother, but he had three half-brothers in the same situation. Facing each other for the first time at the reading of Dusty Walker’s will, the atmosphere could best be described as hostile. The terms of the will didn’t help matters.Spending a week in Red Creek, Kansas in Dusty’s house was just not on his agenda of things to do. But if he wanted the money to start his own ranch, he’d have to grit his teeth and man up.Lexie Choate had big dreams about success in the world of art. The last thing she expected was for the man who stole her heart to also steal the prize from her. She ran back to Red Creek, to heal her broken heart and recover from her disappointment. As the owner of Heart Starter, the popular coffee shop in town, she was busy building a new life for herself. Hope never dies.Lexie and Killian is created by Desiree Holt, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

What we all want might be what someone else needs. A glamorous affection does not instigate true affection. Can love come after lust and can lust lead to love? I think they are quite different things and do different work too, no part for a whole and no whole for a part. Read and enjoy.

After many years of living away, Abigail Hopper returns to her hometown because of her father's transfer. Abigail has a crush on her new classmate, Micheal Whitlock in her new college but stops having feelings after learning that he's a werewolf. Abigail secretly writes mystery thriller books online under a pen name 'phoenix'. Things get dirty when a murder occurrs in the the manner described by Abigail in her book. Micheal discovers Abigail's secret and suspects her of being the murderer. A murder occurs when Abigail was in Michael's custody, proving her that she's not the perpetrator. Michael and Abigail try to find the murderer together to stop the town from being a burial ground. Knowing that the murderer is one of their college's teachers who attempted to shatter the peace between the human and werewolf communities by murdering innocent people and werewolves, Michael and Abigail apprehended him and filed a lawsuit against him in order to restore peace to their village.

A love-starved woman could not help looking for alternatives. She did not have to go far, found her missing link in her own house. Everything seemed to have fallen in place till her tryst hit a roadblock. She had little idea how betrayal could lead to such a heinous crime as murder. Can anybody rebuild from there? Can anybody hide Karma? Being the spouse of a very rich person, a pastor you'd think her as of now has all that one can envision at any point care about. In any case, with regard to genuine romance and love, abundance unexpectedly pales into unimportance. Could she at any point change men-like evolving garments, thinking love is just a dream when out of nowhere, she succumbs to the one who wins her love? How might she respond when she understands cash can't purchase everything, particularly human sentiments?

. "I WILL NOT WAKE HIM" My voice thunders through the large throne room. All who reside in it are brought to their knees. Cowering and bowing their heads. I take a sharp inhale and the wave of power leaves them and they return to their previous positions. Another member of my court approaches, I nod allowing her to come forward. Her long green dress, compliments her light brown hair and golden eyes. "Mara, what say you?" Alarich takes her hand and guides her forward "My beautiful queen, only your blood can wake him, if you see it fit to subdue him after and place him back to rest. My men and I will happily comply" I smile at her and Alarich. "You think it's that easy. I will not be weak. You know this and he will see to it I am, specially if I carry his child". Alarich places a gentle kiss to Mara's forehead. Grateful for his loves presence and offer. "Majesty your mark moves, it longs for him" She looks up at me with hopeful eyes. "Oh Mara, I cannot allow him back into the world. I am strong enough to take a rebellion on by myself, no one can kill me with this mark and no one else can hold it, whilst I'm alive. "You ask me to wake the only one who can kill me?"

Zane has worked hard to make the police chief of Hurstville at his age. It's a job he intends to keep. An anonymous tip-off leads Zane and his team to arrest a queenpin and her recruits who have been tasked to set up shop in Hurstville. Hope is ruthless and will let nothing stand in her way not even her feelings for Zane. She has a job to do and has no choice but to do it for a reason she prefers not to disclose to Zane. She nevertheless tries to warn Zane that he can't win the fight for Hurstville that lies ahead in the hope that he will give up and leave. But Zane's not a quitter. He's never sold out and he's not about to start now. As a result, he finds himself struggling to juggle his conscience and the need for justice with his feelings for Hope and his desire to save her from the trouble she is involved in. Hope finally makes it clear where her priorities lie and just as Zane appears to move on and begins to rekindle his relationship with an old flame, Hope drags Zane to the forefront of her actions in Hurstville which threaten to destroy everything Zane has ever wanted and worked for. Can Zane prove his innocence and get the woman he loves so much?

"How dare you?" Zack rages on, staring intensely at me, "How dare you bring back a bastard and try to call it mine! You have got some nerve coming here to tell me you're pregnant" "Zack please, it's not like that. The doctor said it was a mist.." I didn't even get to finish my sentence before he interrupted me midway. "...If it was a damn mistake like you claim then why did you even bother to come back in the first place. Why didn't you get rid of it?" My eyes widen at his words as more tears continued to trickle down my cheek. Did he just said to get rid of it? Just like that? ** After trying to conceive for her mate for so long, twenty two year old Meghan dream of becoming a mother come to pass when her doctor announced she was pregnant. Meghan joy was short lived when she was told her pregnancy was not for her mate. Meghan thought that was the worst thing that could ever happen to her until she broke the news to her mate only to get rejected and thrown out of his life. Broken, unmated and Oregon, Meghan is left to fend for herself far away from everyone else, leaving her painful past behind. Six year down the line, Meghan is now living her best life with her twins babies and as a well sort after lawyer but soon enough, duty came calling and she is forced to return home where she would not only face her past once again but get a second chance at love again.

Anastasia Gastiello, is not your typical girl. She was once the meanest, baddest, most cruel cheer captain in Grimsborrow high. That changed after the accident. When she woke up with no memories from the first day she entered high school, covered in her blood with the dead bodies of her family scattered around her. Anastasia isn’t the main suspect, no in fact the police know that she didn’t do it because her injuries show that she’s supposed to be dead. But somehow she survived. As Anastasia tries to get back into her school routine, while the people she bullied seek out revenge, HE shows up to save her. Griffin Masters scares her. This big black furred wolf hybrid is dangerous, and should not be trusted. But he won’t leave her alone, and seems obsessed with helping her uncover her memories of that night. He is the bad boy every parent warns you about. They begin their investigation in private, away from the cops and some very powerful people who are hell bent on ensuring she never regains her memory, and that the truth about what happened to her family never gets out. Anastasia desperately wants answers, and the closer she gets the more she realizes that the truth might not be worth discovering after all.

Felicity Genson is a college student having her own version of a roller coaster ride of life. As she deals with her problem, Drake Montessario came into the picture. They became friends and developed feelings. Thus, it was a U-turn to their fantasy life. Stephanie Beatriz came and ruined their bubbles. Should Felt hate her or support his best friend Drake? In life, one thing that we should always remember is to be trust anybody. Even yourself. We make the stupid decisions we could when were in love. Just like Felicity.

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.