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Deal Series #1: Waiting For Patry Kira May Lucas lives alone. She enjoys being single and watching her boyfriends all the time, talking about Korean, Japanese, and Chinese actors. Not until she met one of her friends' brother, Patry Bautista, with oozing handsomeness and ideal guy look-a-like that she read in fiction novels. She thought at first that it won't work because she's 2 years older than him and Patry's a snob, but being that stubborn girl she is…. the unsure romantic story began. Deal Series is a series of novels which talks about the deal that Pashnea's Squad started. It was the deal in which the person inside the squad who will get a lover first will treat the rest whatever they want in an expensive restaurant.

Rejected and pregnant, Delilah must overcome watching her ex-mate parade around with his chosen mate. Delilah finds out she's pregnant and is summoned to the royal palace. Upon arrival, her world is thrown into chaos. Becoming a Princess when you've been treated so poorly is something Delilah faces. Will she have her happy ending, or will the Prince reject her since she's pregnant with another? Or will the truth come out and she realizes she'll be Queen next?

The night before the bond ceremony, the moonlight was like silver, sprinkling over the altar of the werewolf tribe. The Moon Goddess chose Jonah's white moonlight, Emma, and assigned her to William, the tyrannical alpha of the werewolf tribe.His blood flows with the power of the ancient wolf king, but also with untamed wildness. Rumor has it that every woman who spends the night with William will be covered in bruises the next day. William’s desire is intertwined with his wolf nature, and the silver bed is his unique symbol. Silver is poison and a test for werewolves. William would let those women lie on the cold silver bed, watching their pain of being eroded by silver and the joy of desire intertwined, making painful moans and confused gasps. This contradictory torture is the catalyst for his wild desire. Jonah knows William's cruelty well, and he can't bear Emma to be the next victim. So, under the protection of the moonlight, he kidnapped Emma one step ahead and completed the marking ceremony with her under the witness of the Moon Goddess. And I, the woman abandoned by Jonah. The vows I made turned to ashes under the moonlight, and my name became a laughingstock in the tribe. In the evening, the setting sun was like blood, and William's figure appeared in front of my tent. His golden pupils flickered in the twilight with the aggression of a beast. His voice was low and threatening: "Since Jonah has robbed my partner, you can be my Luna: how about it?" Luna, the partner of the alpha in the werewolf tribe, symbolizes power and glory, but also means endless bondage and danger. I raised my head, looked directly into his eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of my mouth: "Okay."

I was the real heiress in a case of a mistaken identity. Three months after my return, the imposter heiress disappeared.   My brother, Caleb Carter, accused me of jealousy, believing I had driven the fake heiress away. The disappointed look on my parents’ faces revealed their true thoughts.   I was confined in the basement, subjected to daily torture.   Even after my death, my family donated my brain to a research institution.   Later, I watched from heaven as my family broke down upon watching my memories.

His face said it all—the lone scar running down his cheek, a jagged reminder of a past shrouded in blood and violence. His cold, calculating eyes never left me, watching from the window across the street, tracking my every movement like I was nothing more than prey. He was bad news, the kind of danger that should have sent me running. But there was something about him, something dark, that pulled me in—like a moth drawn to a flame. Faith had no idea what she was getting herself into when she first crossed his path. The warnings were clear, the whispers of a bloodthirsty secret that was supposed to be a myth—until she met him. Now, as she feels the grip of his obsession tighten around her, she can’t escape. He’s not just watching her; he’s consumed by her. She could feel it in the way his eyes lingered, in the way he hovered just out of reach, his presence haunting her every step. She should have run when she had the chance. But now, trapped in his world, there’s no escape. Faith is the light in his suffocating darkness, the one thing that keeps him tethered to the edge of humanity. But the question remains—can he control the monster inside him long enough to keep her safe, or will his hunger consume them both? The flame burns brighter. The danger grows closer. And as the nights grow colder, Faith’s only hope is that he can keep his darkest urges in check. Because if he can’t… she will become the next victim of his insatiable thirst.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

“To defeat scums, you must start early! Yes, I do admit, I was weak in the past, but now that I have been given a second chance to rewrite my story, I will make it worth it!” Paige Adams maintained a malicious grin on her face. Paige Adams, a weak and meek girl suddenly turns into an arrogant, bold, and confident woman when she is reborn to her past timeline life, after dying from a fire fiasco plotted by her wicked family. She is transported six years ago and plots her revenge still taking her meek self to hide her true identity. During her course of revenge, she bumps into the cold, brutal Young Master of the Grays on a blind date, and to save herself from the tragic date, she pulls the young master into a kiss and is locked in a marriage of convenience lasting for two years. What will happen when Paige Adams reveals that she is not from that timeline but from the future and is unable to return to the future? “I am not the weak girl you thought you knew! I am Paige Adams from the year 2022 and not from 2016, and this time, I will make you pay for what you've done to me years ago in TEN FOLDS!” She laughs maniacally while watching him as he bled to death. “This is just the beginning! Get ready to witness who I truly am!”

My daughter has a sudden allergic reaction, and my husband, an expert in these things, is the only one who can save her. I call him at this critical juncture, but his childhood sweetheart is the one who answers. "Clinton is busy. He wants me to tell you not to call him if it's not important." There's no time for me to get mad. I say anxiously, "Tell him to come to the hospital now. Ivy has had an allergic reaction and is waiting for him to save her." Clinton Reeves says impatiently, "Gemma and I are just watching a soccer match. Do you have to joke around with Ivy's life? I'm so disappointed in you." Later, Ivy dies in the hospital, her body covered in rashes. I wipe my tears and call Clinton once more. I say icily, "Let's get a divorce." The first thing I hear is his and Gemma Walken's laughter. After a while, he says, "Sure, but Ivy is mine."

Saraya was about to take the plunge into marital bliss when an unusually dressed hunk of a man interrupted her wedding in the rudest and most obnoxious manner. Threatening her husband-to-be and carting her off as if she was his property?! Saraya was beyond peeved. But then she soon found out the life she lived may not be hers after all. After spending more than a decade rescuing and chasing his mate’s soul reincarnating in the same body over and over, Dane has had it. He had had enough of the tearing anguish of watching her taken from him, and the pain of having to remind her over and over who he was. And after losing her for the sixth time, he wanted the anomaly that kept tearing them apart broken once and for all, even if it meant losing her forever.

Message alert. "Meet me backstage." Summer's heart fluttered. They were dating for four years and they had planned their lives together. Bobby would study law and complete his football career and Summer would graduate from law as well. They would open up their own law firm and have two gorgeous babies. A huge house on lake Sol with a pool and a rose garden. "This was it." Summer thought," he is going to o propose to me. I will be his fiance' and his wife in a year or two." She stood dumbstruck, watching Bobby kiss Brook passionately, squeezing her buttocks against the piano. Tears streamed down her cheek as she watched them gliding their hands all over eachother. Brooks mini dress now looking like a crop top. It was over! Her dreams were shattered. A murder mystery, revenge and an unexpected cursed Lycan mate unfolds as Summer reinvents herself.