silver eagle black clover

This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Businesses, places and events are either the products of author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this book maybe reproduced or transmitted by any forms or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying , recording or by any information storage ang retrieval system, without written permission from the Author.

After Lessie's wedding anniversary, her marriage crumbled with the reappearance of her husband's ex-girlfriend. All her years of tireless effort to keep the relationship intact felt wasted. Her pleas were completely ignored by him. Left with no choice, she moved far away. Who would have thought that years later, the same ex-husband she once shed tears for would want her back? "I want you back." Now, Lessie’s was left with her own choices: should she return to her ex-husband who wants to win her over or embrace life on her own? Can she ever forgive Freddie for the pain and betrayal he caused? Can the scars of the past truly be erased and forgotten?

It was a bad idea. She knew it but she had no choice. After finding herself penniless after the death of her parents who nevertheless had a good fortune, Rose had no other idea than to loot the trunk of her old house to pay for her little sister's treatment. Anyway, it wasn't a theft because nobody knows about this safe... The house was empty because it was for sale, she was going to sneak in and she would never set foot there again. It was a perfect idea... When she entered the house, she suspected that there was someone but she persisted and continued... -Who are you? What are you doing at my house? She was so relieved that no one had touched her money so she hadn't even heard the footsteps... She turned to see a man...a man with a mask covering half his face. .. Frightened, she did not expect that this night could change her life... -I'll let you take your trunk and I'll offer you double more so that you serve as my escort, for one night... Rose could not understand such a proposal. However, she had no choice...

If I will accept his rejection or divorce him, I would do it with dignity. I would prove to him that I was not that weak girl he used to know. I wiped away my tears and said to him in a calm tone. "Okay then... I'm accepting your wish." "What do you mean?" "I want a divorce, Damian." I announced boldly and he suddenly burst into laughter, probably thinking I was joking. But I was not the same person he had met years ago. I am much stronger now. If not for anything but for my unborn kids. "Wait, you're joking right? You can't just divorce me like that" "I, Katerina Clerks, daughter of Alpha Enzo of the Black Stone Pack rejects you, Damian Black, as my mate. I'm severing my mate bond completely with you." I said in a proud and firm tone while looking him straight in the eyes. "What's wrong with you? You don't have the right to reject me as your mate! You have no right to do that! Until I said so, it's not over yet!!!" He burst angrily. I stared at him, hurt by his lack of remorse. I had just caught him with my stepsister, and yet he showed no regret. How could I have fallen for a man like him?

Spoilt and pampered,all Kyra Macpherson cared about was her looks but on her mother's death bed,she was told that at eighteen,he would come for her but who was he ? She didn't know and never bothered finding out but when he had come under the rain in the full glare of the moon to come take her away as his mate. She realizes that not only was she paying back some debt,she had a cold hearted heart to rekindle and an heir to bear.

When all life suddenly changes, everything we have known so far turns out to be a big lie. They were like machines, puppets obeying orders. Devoid of the past. Without families, without friends, without identities. Their free will was taken away, they were forbidden to make their own decisions. They weren't even left with names - instead, they were marked with numbers. Their eyes were empty and their gazes cold as ice. Ruthless, brutal, merciless. Free of remorse, stripped of emotions and feelings. On her way home, Alex witnesses a gruesome event. She sees a group of people whose bodies are burning alive. In the middle stands an unknown boy wielding a deadly fire. The incident is so monstrous and inexplicable that the girl wonders if they are hallucinations or a product of her exuberant imagination. This theory quickly falls apart when, the next day, Alex comes face to face with the mysterious boy from the woods…

"I will give you the contract on one condition,” Nathaniel finally spoke. “And what is that condition, Mr. Blackwood?” I asked him. “Be Mrs. Blackwood for 100 days, and the contract is all yours,” Nathaniel said, his eyes looking straight into mine as if he was trying to read my thoughts. After being betrayed by her fiancé, Daniel Jackson, with his colleague Maci Anderson, Rayner Carson is left heartbroken. She is immediately faced with an unexpected proposal: to secure a business contract that will catapult her career and grant her the promotion to President of the Business Management Department, a crucial step towards her ultimate dream of becoming the Chief Operating Officer, she must agree to a 100-day contract marriage with the richest and most feared billionaire in Diavolo, Nathaniel Blackwood, CEO of Blue Nath. “Will Rayner accept the marriage contract as it is her gateway to being the President of the Business Management Department?” “Why does Nathaniel want her to be Mrs. Blackwood for just 100 days?” “Will she finally get the promotion she desires if she gets the contract after being Mrs. Blackwood for 100 days?” “After the 100-day contract is over, what will happen to Rayner and Nathaniel?” Find the answers to your intriguing questions in this book, a story that depicts that love is the most important and the only antidote (way) we need to cure (overcome) all of life's poison (struggles), ENJOY!

Isabella only wanted revenge. Her family had been devastated by the strong billionaire Xander Blackwood's father, and he was going to pay. Her strategy, however, takes an unexpected turn when she is caught up in a tornado of secrets, deceit, and a marriage contract she did not expect. Xander is cold, calculating, and motivated by ambition. He regards Isabella as nothing more than a pawn in a bargain that will strengthen his kingdom. He doesn't expect the fire in her eyes or the spark that sparks whenever they're together. Their marriage was supposed to be a facade, but behind closed doors, a new game is being played. As they engage in a battle of wills, their ice shell begins to melt. Anger becomes to attraction, and neither can deny the tremendous chemistry that binds them together. But, just as they start to doubt the line between love and vengeance, a web of terrible secrets begins to emerge. The past returns to haunt them, threatening to destroy everything they've built—both professionally and in their fragile relationship. In a world of power and deception, Isabella and Xander must decide whether their marriage is a game or if something more serious has taken root. Will revenge pull them apart, or will genuine love be enough to keep them together?

After being cursed as the reason behind her mother's death, even as a baby, Uriel Alcide grows up, hoping to find true love from her mate. To her surprise, she gets rejected by him just because she's an omega, and he settles for her most trusted maid instead. She gets framed for a crime she knows nothing about and ends up killed. Now, Uriel is Rebirthed in the body of a 1500-year-old witch, and she is ready to avenge her death and deal with everything and everyone who ever made her feel miserable! Will she risk her identity by going back to the same mate who rejected her once? What happens when she becomes caught up as the prize between a Lycan King, her first love, and another man who would go to any lengths to keep her? What does revenge taste like for Uriel?

I was pregnant. On my way to deliver documents to Tristan Goldberg, a flash flood struck. Desperate, I dialed his number, praying he’d answer. After a few rings, the call connected. But instead of Tristan, a woman’s voice answered. "Tristan, whose number is this? Do you want to answer it?" There was a brief pause, and then Tristan’s voice, cold and indifferent, cut through. "It’s just my maid. Ignore it. Hang up." And just like that, the call disconnected. Staring at the torrent rising around me, my pulse quickened. I texted him, begging for him to send a rescue team. Minutes passed as the waters climbed to my waist, churning and relentless. Then, a message from Tristan finally appeared. Tristan: [What kind of ridiculous story are you making up now?] Tristan: [Emily, do you think you're eighteen, playing these childish games? I want that document in my hands within thirty minutes, or we're getting divorced.] A surge of terror shot through me as I looked up, catching sight of a heavy branch snapping loose and crashing down. In an instant, everything went dark.