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Running through the dark jungle she made sure to look back for any traces of anyone following her but then something big jumped over her and she stopped in her tracks as she took in deep breaths to calm down her racing heart from all that running.
The brown wolf with a bloodied face and a torn ear looked back at her and snarled at her before it turned around and ran deeper into the woods out of her sight. She took a breath of relief as she thought the wild animal went away probably scared from her but then a low growl was heard from behind her as she grew alarmed and slowly turned around only to meet a wolf twice the size of the previous one, staring at her.

Important**
This story was written when I was 16 or 17. Never been edited. Contains Grammatical errors and immature writing. Read at your own risk!! Towards the end, you can understand the gradual change in writing style.

It is the continuation of Irresistible Invitations. Here, Juliette had an accident and people think she died, but she was actually abducted by Zachary's enemy and again someone from Juliette's family has plotted the plan to separate her from Zachary. It is all about Zachary fighting all odds, searching for Juliette.

Not your average rebel princess, Rasha’s purple and carries two swords while fighting for all ten kingdoms. Rasha enjoys the independence that comes with being a professional courier with a perfect record in the Bolaji kingdoms, that is until she's tasked to deliver a mysterious package from the tenth king to the prince of the first kingdom. When the package is accidentally opened her hidden royal past could be exposed, and she might lose her precious freedom for good. Worse than that the troublesome package could ruin her entire life. If you want to escape into a young adult fantasy adventure on a faraway world, you’ll love this one. Buy The Courier’s Code and immerse yourself in the Bolaji kingdoms today!

Vienna Alvis finds herself in an ambiguous situation when all of a sudden her father wants her to marry his best friend's son. Though single her whole life she thought she should at least give it a shot and then she decides to meet her high class would be on the terrace of a stranded building only to find him trying to end his life.

Keith Devlin stood on the edge of the building wanting to end his life. Tears streamed down his eyes and he wiped it away angrily pushing his glasses up when a feminine voice shrieked from behind him. He turned around and saw a woman running towards him to where he was standing but he had already made up his mind. And the next moment he chose to let the gravity work on him as he jumped off the building.

The journey of Ace Knights, son of rich billionaire businessman, Mr. Xavier Knights as he swims through life's difficulties to his destination of being an astronaut while being bewitched by a certain nowhere in sight, a woman named Veronica Sullivan.

Ace Knights grew up submerged in his books and in search of knowledge and all his life he had thought that he was going to remain like that, pillared to his reach his only dream and that was to become an astronaut. But never in his life, had he thought that once, transferred to the London School of Science, he would meet a girl who would captivate his attention to the point where he finds himself deviated from his life goal. But even though he wanted to put her away from him he couldn't. And finally when he thought he could no longer pursue his dreams he was proven wrong, by the same girl as her feelings were not mutual and she unlike him went further to pursue her ambitions leaving him behind.

On the day of her marriage, Juliette Swanson's fiance was shot and she was abducted by her abductor and was forcefully married off to her abductor. On this ride, she gets to know that her abductor lives two lives. One as a successful businessman and when it turns dark, he is a mafia don, and into illegal weapons. Juliette's life turns darker as she continues hating her forceful husband who keeps her isolated from everyone but she is confused as she never abused or harmed under Zachary her now-husband. Soon, she finds the truth of her ex-fiance and gets to know that he was also a criminal linked with Zachary's past and her own family played with her and played a major role in her abduction. In this love-hate relation, Juliette gets to see new faces of people whom she thought were her saviors and as she gets closer to her husband she sees more than just his dark side.

“I would never choose you.”
He leaned closer, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath brushing her cheek, could feel the danger that lay beneath the calm.
“You already did, Haven,” he whispered, almost reverently, “The moment you looked at me… and lived. And I will do anything to keep you safe. Including burning down the entire continent.”
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They say the rains only fall without end when the Dragon King descends from the skies and claims his bride.

Haven despises him for ripping her from everything she’s ever known. She fights him with every breath, every curse, every act of defiance.

Yet the fire between them burns hotter than her hatred, drawing her helplessly toward the very monster she swore to destroy.

When strange powers awaken inside her and haunting visions flood her dreams, Haven learns the devastating truth: she is the lost daughter of the last fae princess — and the prophesied Fae Queen destined to either save or doom the realm.

She is the only fae in over a thousand years to master the forbidden elements beyond earth. With this rare and deadly power awakening, she holds the key to taming the ancient magic threatening to devour the world.

But as dark forces gather and the seal containing catastrophic destruction begins to fracture, Haven faces an impossible choice:

Master the volatile magic that could save the realm… at the risk of it consuming her from within.

Or surrender to the Dragon King she has unwillingly come to love… and watch the world crumble.

One girl. One forbidden prophecy. One love powerful enough to either end everything , or give rise to a new era.

"You don’t even know what you’ve stepped into, Elena."

Alexander Moretti- a name Elena Rossi never wanted to hear anymore- is arrogant and cold. The billionaire who embarrased her in front of an entire gallery. But when he offers her the opportunity of a lifetime—a commission that could change her dwindling career—she has to make a choice. She’ll accept his money, complete the job, and forget he ever existed or that they even crossed paths.

But forgetting Alexander Moretti is quite impossible. His presence alone is suffocating, his eyes filled with something she can’t decipher—something capable of causing her harm. The closer she gets, the more she realizes he has a secret. And then, she finds the photograph.

One picture.
One lie.

Elena's world crumbles when she fins out that her family’s tragic accident wasn’t an accident at all. The Morettis had a hand in it. And now, Vincent Carter—a man with a vendetta—is using her as a pawn in a deadly game.

"Run, Elena."

But it’s too late.

She’s trapped between the man who might have destroyed her life and the one willing to kill to protect her.

“You take us so well, don't you?" Kade says, slamming his cock into my mouth as Lucien thrusts into my pussy at a savage, maddening pace. “Our sweet, little destruction."

They say the moon never forgets a sin, and on the night Nyra was born, it remembered them all.

Marked by the goddess and hunted by every clan, Nyra carries a power that could either save the wolves… or end them. The Lunar Crystal, the goddess’s shattered heart, can break the curse that’s slowly destroying their kind , but only if awakened by her blood.

Now the light wolves want her captured, the royals want her dead, and four dangerous rogues want to protect her, even if it means defying the laws of the moon itself.

As enemies close in and forbidden bonds ignite, Lyra must choose between surrendering her power… or embracing the darkness rising within her.

Because under the bleeding moon, love can be just as deadly as fate.

Five years into my marriage, I took off my Donna necklace at the Rossi family’s New Year’s Eve banquet and Noah still thought I could never leave him.
He stood by the long table with his mistress, Amelia, and said in front of every capo, “Some people will never measure up to her. Not even close.”
I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I just turned and walked away. On my way out, my cousin Lucas, my fixer, handed me a cup of coffee.
Three days later, he brought me two pieces of news.
Amelia was four months pregnant. And Noah was trading family territory to get his bastard child recognized by the family.
“What are you going to do?” Lucas asked.
I stared out the window, thinking about the red lipstick stain on Noah’s shirt. Thinking about the smug look in his eyes when he told me, “I only helped her because I felt sorry for her.”
“Wait,” I said. “Wait until they think they’ve won.”
What Noah didn’t know was I was still holding one last trump card.

The system made me an outcast live-in husband in a werewolf clan for three years. The mission reward: 80 billion dollars. Now there's only half a day left until retirement settlement.

The arrogant pure-blood Alpha wants to force me into a deadly full moon execution array, roaring for me to kneel and die.

I don't even lift an eyelid. Right at quitting time, I directly withdraw my soul, leaving the body to the original owner "Ancestor Wolf Emperor" to handle, while I return to my Manhattan penthouse, sink into the leather sofa, and start a holographic livestream.

"Enjoy your night shift, everyone." I take a light sip of hot coffee, coldly watching the screen as the Wolf Emperor crushes that pure-blood Alpha's spine into mush with one foot, shocking my mission wife and mother-in-law into idiots.

In their eyes, my wife Emma—an Ivy League tenured professor in biological sciences—is ruthless, rational, and obsessively clean.
For seven years, even when she washed her hands, she would only ever touch the right-side sink—hers.
Until that night at 3 a.m., when I pulled a strand of sandy-golden short curl—hair that belonged to neither of us—out of my men’s shower loofah.
And around the neck of a pre-med student named Lucas, I saw the antique silver cross my dying father left in my hands.
When I confronted her, my always-icy wife protected the little homewrecker, slapped me across the face, and called me a jealous, controlling chauvinist.
She thought I’d swallow it like a coward.
But she forgot: as a top cardiothoracic chief, the thing I do best is cutting out tumors.