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The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.

Shayla Sengupta is the type of woman who has that razor-sharp smile, a devil-may-care attitude and has the type of beauty that poets write sonnets about. She knows it and also knows just how to use all of it to get what she wants.But after a handful of most unfortunate incidents where she almost ends up drowning in the dangerous waters she tried to tread on ; Shayla faces the danger of dying due to thirst. Does a certain blue eyed boy with the voice of a nightingale prove to be the water for Shayla when she is stuck in the desert?

Rebecca Allen thought Lilac Grove was a great place to start over, away from her abusive ex-husband. But people are going missing. There’re too many hunters ready to shoot anything that moves around for everyone’s comfort. Now, the drop-dead gorgeous owner of The Wolf’s Den Bar, Robert Northgate, is missing. Rebecca was one of the last people to see him. It’s not even lunch. On the way home from work, Becky finds an injured wolf on the road. The wolf is lucky, she’s the new town vet. Robert Northgate’s day isn’t going any better. He’s under pressure to keep the money flowing for his pack. Times are hard. Though the annoying hunters are at least spending some money like it’s water but there are too many shoot first types around for Robert’s comfort. As the Shadow Mists Pack Alpha. It gets worse when he’s attacked rogue wolves in his territory. They leave him for dead on a rural road. On the same day, he meets his very human mate. How can he explain the existence of werewolves to Rebecca? It’s Robert’s job to protect his people. But his mate is a lowly human and prejudices run deep with the elders. Can he find love with his mate without losing his pack’s confidence? Can he stop the disappearances and find the missing people? Will he be able to stop the rogue wolves from taking his territory before some hunter shoots first and someone dies? Original Cover Design by Central Covers

Sleep tight to be wifey... tomorrow you have a big day and very big night before you.... so enjoy your last beautiful night.  Enjoy...  with that he left her alone in the alone and moved outside and locked her room from outside once again. Ratika shouted like a maniac and cried miserably and asking continuously to open the door and let her go... but it seems like she was the only living being present in the whole building. Tired and broken she drifted into sleep. Wake up love... listening these words Ratika tried to open her eyes but suddenly she started trembling and shivering as the whole bucket of cold water was thrown on her. She woke up with a jerk and a shuddering cry left her mouth as she saw the monster standing in front of her.

On my five-year-old son Oliver's birthday, I baked him his favorite allergy-safe cake and he said he wanted my husband's secretary, Rachel, to be his mom. While I worked hard for my husband and son to have a privileged life, they went to an amusement park with Rachel to eat ice cream together. I still worked overtime to treat him when Oliver openly denied that I was his mother in the kindergarten and claimed that Rachel was his "biological mother". I still believe his assurances even after I discovered a photograph of my husband Derek and Rachel from before we met. I thought being Head Healer of Blood Moon Pack meant I could mend any wound, but some betrayals cut too deep for even the strongest magic to heal. As it is, it's time for them to know how much I paid for our perfect little family. It's time for them to pay me back for everything I've given them.

“You were more cooperative the other day when you had my face buried between your thighs,” he smirked at me, a victorious glint in his eyes while my blood chilled to ice, “if I remember correctly, you even begged for more.” I opened my mouth to say something but I couldn't think of anything. All I could feel was dread and more dread. This wasn't happening. "It's... This is a lie." "Which one?" He looked so triumphant, "the fact that you've shattered multiple times around my fingers? Around my cock? That you've cummed countless times on my tongue?" He moved closer to slowly trail his finger over my face, a dark look in his eyes, "Or that you were always swallowing my cum like a needy slut?" ******* Scarlett is a sheltered mafia princess who's expected to be prim and proper and no one knows the dark fantasies that live rent-free in her head. It’s a secret she’d take to her grave and would keep confined to the pages of her journal until a mishap happens and she loses the journal. It ended up in the hands of a stranger who blackmailed her and got her to live out one of her fantasies and she found herself going back for more. Unknown to her, the stranger is no one other than Damien Hunter, the heir of a rival mafia group and her brother’s sworn enemy. ******* This is a very dark romance novel with twisted male leads. They do questionable things and they pursue their love interests in dark, twisted and unconventional ways.

"Nice to meet you, Raine," I forced a smile, but as soon as she was out of sight, I muttered under my breath, "Bitch." Well, it's true, she was wearing such a skimpy dress! I didn't realize that's Aiden's type now! I shook my head at Arden. "Babe, I need to use the restroom." Arden nodded. Before I could make my way to the restroom, I had to pass by the entertainment room where Aiden and his girlfriend were. Annoying! Even though I didn't glance at them, I couldn't escape their peripheral vision. Aiden had his arm around Raine, but it wasn't just a simple arm around her; his hand was inside her dress. Maniac! Isn't he afraid that our parents might catch them?! And this Raine, she's already letting Aiden touch her as his girlfriend. Where's her decency...? I splashed my face with water as soon as I entered the restroom, but my eyes widened when I saw Aiden waiting for me. I was about to avoid him when he pushed me back inside. I immediately slapped his chest. "Can't you leave me alone? What nonsense are you going to do now?" I scolded him sternly, but my voice was weak, and someone might hear us. "Get out of here! Don't block the door, and I'm leaving." I was about to push him away when he grabbed my wrists and switched our positions. Now, I was leaning against the door, and his body was pressed tightly against mine. "Aiden, what are you doing?" I reprimanded him, but he didn't listen. He grinned at me and lowered his face to meet mine, claiming my lips once again. Damn!

Nadea, a red witch, journeys to the ice castle alongside her caste witches and council in a bid to contest with other covens to attain the royal witch station. The castle is rife with events and secrets, threatened by an age old evil and ruled by a reclusive ice prince. A centuries old prophecy determines the balance or destruction of every kingdom, and it's up to a witch to defeat death and restore peace and balance to the ice kingdom... But then, life never escapes death.

"You are the reason why my mother died." "I will still stay by your side… no matter what happens." A heart insisted. "I don't want to see you anymore, I loathe you the most." "I once made your ice heart melt…I will do that again until you forgive me." Both hearts, played by destiny, started to fall and shattered because of one's misery. Will they be able to forgive? If their world was made to be against one another? "Even the moon isn't always perfect, but I will always choose to stare at you the whole night, just you, only you."

Tristan Zayden Zachadry was reincarnated to the most dangerous world and was named Zaykee, but how will he survive or do his goal to come back if he no longer had his gifted talent in kung fu? Can a weakling expose the government? And many hidden secrets in that world? “Truth is the ultimate power. When the truth comes around, all the lies have to run and hide” – Ice Cube