Good Suspense

Levi ist ein junger Mann, dessen Leben eine dramatische Wendung nimmt, als er sich in Jaceon verliebt – einen Dämon, der gesandt wurde, um seine Seele einzufordern, aufgrund eines Vertrags, den Levis Vater mit dem Teufel geschlossen hat. Trotz unaufhörlicher Kämpfe, Verrat durch geliebte Menschen und Partner sowie grausamer Wendungen des Schicksals weigern sich Levi und Jaceon, einander loszulassen. In einer Welt, in der die Liebe zwischen zwei Männern tabu ist – und erst recht zwischen einem Menschen und einem Dämon – wird ihre Beziehung auf jede erdenkliche Weise auf die Probe gestellt. Doch gegen alle Widrigkeiten kämpfen sie darum, ihr Schicksal neu zu schreiben. Am Ende siegt die Liebe über das Schicksal.

Sgt.Adam Joseph Levonn, lead commander of elite military force in the United States watched the tiny islands of the Philippines with wonder. He was on a mission together with his team SEAL SIX . As the plane landed, a group of volunteers welcomed them, including a strange good looking classy woman wearing a black jacket , Kristine. The troops then travelled to their destination together with the volunteers . None of them noticed that they have entered an unseen barrier that leads them to the other world . What was on the other side of the world ? How far love can offer a sacrifice? What if everything was just a set up ? A novel of depth sensitivity . Embedded with mystery , action and sensational romance.

Divorce Discord is a tangled love affair between Charles Rogers and Vivian Harry. The pair were undergraduates of Yankee University. Their enjoinment into marital bloc ignited the fire of regrettable irregularities and frustrations accompanying a wrong choice of mate, abscond, impetuosity and excommunication, fray and frazzle, insubordination, elopement, divorce discord, re-betrothal and suicide…

Jack River receives a staticky late-night phone call from his sister. As he drives the long distance to the house his sister rents with three fellow college students, his Aunt calls to inform him of his sister’s disappearance three days ago. The events that follow begin to make him doubt his own sanity. Who can he trust when he can no longer even trust his own mental faculties?

A virus broke out just two weeks ago, a virus which turned the whole people living in the state into nothing but bloodsucking monsters. A virus which thrown a whole country into choas as those who are not infected had to find somewhere to hide. Among these lucky individuals were seven young able and fitted youths who after seeing the condition of the people and knowing where to get the cure embark on a very dangerous and deadly mission to a particular state where the dangerous mutants resides. The laboratory which they were to get the cure from was said to be protected by the first set of mutants who were said to be the most dangerous among the infected mutants. Will they succeed? Will they get the cure? Will they come out alive?

"The Rossi family doesn't need a Don. We just need a Donna." As the only heiress of the Rossi family, this was the law that I had set when I received the Browning pistol—a pistol that resembles the ultimate authority in the Rossi family—from my Papa when he was on his deathbed. But three years ago, the police relentlessly investigated the money laundering business that my fiance, Lorenzo Moretti, was in charge of. If that business were to get exposed, the Rossi family's hundred-year-old legacy would be ruined. In order to protect my family's legacy and to allow Lorenzo to continue legalizing my family's businesses, I decided to become the scapegoat for all the crimes. On the rainy night of my arrest, I personally handed the pistol over to Lorenzo. "Protect my family for me before my return." This gave Lorenzo legitimate authority to run my family. He used the pistol to purge my subordinates and take over the family business. He even broke my law by announcing to the public that he'd become the next Don soon. An invitation with golden borders is soon leaked from the family's inner circle. Lorenzo's and another woman's names are printed on the cover. During a visit, my private lawyer says mockingly, "If you don't get out of prison now, the Rossi family might take on another man's last name for real." I just sneer in response. After that, I get bailed out of jail in advance and return home to celebrate Lorenzo's "funeral". But no matter how many times I scan my iris at the biometric scanner in the estate, the result always comes out wrong. A young woman, who's toying with the pistol, opens the door at that moment. The contempt and disdain in her eyes are plain to see. "Where the hell did a crazy woman like you come from? You came to the wrong place. This is my private turf, you know."

After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom. The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all. Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers. "Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?" Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions. "Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?" When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look down, I notice a strand of dried yellow hair being entangled in the collar. The moment the steam dissipates, I see two pairs of intertwining handprints on the bathroom's glass door. I never thought that my home would grow this popular during my one-week trip away from home. I've been married to Carlos for three years, and yet this is my first time finding out that he's actually this wild in bed. So, I secretly text my father, the Don of the Carozza family. "Dad, Carlos has cheated on me. Does the bet we made three years ago still count?"

I was reborn before I signed up for a scientific expedition tour to the South Pole. My boyfriend’s adopted younger sister used a system to forcefully exchange my physical senses with hers. She deliberately went out to do something good on a day with a temperature of 107.6 °F, like delivering water to the outdoor workers. On the other hand, I got so hot in a 60.8 °F air-conditioned room that I fainted from heat stroke. I begged Wendy Little to stop, but she feigned innocence. “You must make a good excuse if you want to lie like that!” Max Little sounded disdainful. “How selfish! You’re quite lucky to enjoy yourself in air-conditioned rooms every day. You can’t tolerate Wendy doing something kind.” Wendy took her time and basked in the sun for a month outside. People took photos of her and put them on the internet. Countless netizens were moved by her. But I died from heat stroke in an air-conditioned room. Nobody even found my corpse. If that was how it was, I wanted her to enjoy the coolness of -184 °F in the South Pole.

Ellana Barquez is a known introvert. She was detached from everyone including her own sister, Marose Barquez. She fancied anything that has something to do with mysteries and that is the reason why she is being called 'impossible'. But something phenomenal happened wherein she uses her knowledge to fight for their lives. A zombie apocalypse tumbled into their place that pushes her to be someone she doesn't even imagined to become. Will she be able to take and accept the calling, be a sister, for once, to her younger sibling and help themselves survive? Or end up being vulnerable and defeated? How will that unfortunate occurence help them changed? Will the reconciliation between Ellana and Marose will finally be served?

On our wedding night, my fiancé's best friend barged into our room for the third time, claiming a wedding prank. Having had enough, I warned Sam Whitman that if we didn't consummate our marriage that night, it was as good as over. He glanced at my half-unbuttoned dress and dismissed my words as a tantrum. Then Candace Lombard stormed in for the ninth time, ripped off the covers, and livestreamed our intimate moments. Sam merely pushed me aside and told me to be understanding. She climbed into our bed, smirking as she claimed the spot between us. "Wedding night prank? I get it," I grinned, leaning into her livestream camera. "Alright, everyone, fire up those donations! I'm about to let my husband take a mistress live. Let's make it a show!"