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My wedding day. The most beautiful day of my life, or so I thought. I stood at the altar, beaming in my white dress, ready to marry Liam Maxwell, the man I loved. Then, the whispers began. Not of happiness, but of scandal. My fiancé, the love of my life, had rushed off to a rooftop, not to save me, but his "childhood friend," Olivia Chen, who was threatening to jump. He returned with her, fragile and apologetic, yet she wore a white dress eerily similar to mine. I was humiliated, sidelined in my own fairytale, as Liam asked me to postpone our wedding for her sake, for his reputation. But this wasn't the first time. In a nightmarish vision, I witnessed our future: a gilded cage, a forced miscarriage after his careless shove, and my agonizing death, alone and abandoned. He had orchestrated my public downfall, framing me as a gold-digger and a villain, while he and Olivia cemented their twisted bond. The pain of that future, the betrayal and the loss, was too real to ignore. It wasn't a dream; it was a warning. Now, as Liam stood before me, expecting my compliant understanding, I knew I had a second chance. The naive fiancée was gone. This time, I wouldn't just survive; I would make him pay.

A top SSC field agent, Adam finds himself without a home or country after a failed mission in France. He was sent on a mission to assassinate an Arabian prince who was believed to have ties with a terrorist organization, known as the Halo. Instead, Adam killed another Nigerian who was an ambassador in France. Adam returns to his country knowing full well what will happen to him but he decided to face the consequences. what he finds baffles him even more. It turns out the SSC had not sent him on the mission he had just carried out. many questions starts to linger around without any answer. Who sent him on that mission? Was he framed? Why would anyone go through all that trouble just to frame him?

Nathalia Sarmiento is just one of those ordinary teenagers who wishes to graduate from college in order to help the people she treated as her real parents, who did nothing but love her as their own daughter as well. Everything seems to be perfect in her almost fairy tale story. She had a bunch of good friends, loving parents, and a comfortable life. Not until her eighteenth birthday comes. She's about to go home when, suddenly, a black van stops right in front of her. Before she could even escape, a group of men came out and took her away. The next thing she knew was that she would arrive in a familiar mansion, and when she finally met the one who planned it all, the realization hit her hard. A mafia boss captured her. Much to her surprise, he even had the pair of shoes that she had lost before.

BLURB "I’ll take her!" At the sound of his voice, I bowed. The second our eyes met, I felt it. The dark misty colour of lust burning in his eyes. Just then, I realized, I was his now. ~~~~ Ariadne Hutchinson, an unmated wolf, believed that she was the unluckiest being on the planet due to her failed attempts at love. Her foster father, who despised her, had stripped her of any emotions towards love. Ariadne, torn between her wolf's restlessness and her father's hatred, trained her secret powers, hiding them from the world to avoid being labeled a witch and killed by the people of her pack. However, her foster father decided to sell her off to Alpha Garrett, a cruel and highly respected Alpha in their territory. Ariadne attempted to use her powers to kill them all, but this only piqued Alpha Garrett's interest, and he became more determined to make her his Luna and his mate. Ariadne found herself complying with Alpha Garrett's demands, but her desire for him soon turned into a different kind of excitement. Will Ariadne's passion for Alpha Garrett lead her to embrace a perilous adventure of the heart? Find out in the book.

Her daughter lay dying-her only chance at survival resting in a bone marrow transplant from her biological father. That man, the one Stella Johnson had once loved with all her heart, was nowhere to be found. While Stella made call after call, hands trembling with desperation, Charles Hart was busy building a crystal castle for the daughter of his beloved white moonlight-lighting up the entire city with fireworks in her honor. All Stella got in return was a cold, clipped response: "I'm busy." And then. silence. She waited. And waited. Until the warmth left her daughter's tiny hand. He never came. Cradling the small urn, Stella stepped into the streets-only to be greeted by a cruel spectacle. Every digital screen on the bustling boulevard played the same scene: Charles, his white moonlight, and their daughter, smiling under the fireworks as they sang "Happy Birthday," basking in a future built on someone else's grave. The love Stella once held for Charles didn't just die that night-it was burned to ash. And from those ashes, something far stronger rose: Hatred. Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.

"Stop running around! I'm exhausted chasing after you, Quiy!" I scolded my child. Seriously, he's so hyperactive. It's like he's a worm sprinkled with salt. He's only three years old, but I feel like I won't even make it to his college years because right now, I already feel like giving up. I wanted this, so I guess all I can say is... just bear with it! Instead of listening to me, he became even more aggressive. I might as well carry him in a basket just to keep him quiet. "I'll leave you here, you’ll see," I threatened, but it seemed to have no effect on this little rascal. "If you weren't so heavy, I'd carry you, but you’re heavier than a sack of rice!" I complained, knowing I’d end up doing it anyway. Even though Quiy is a headache, I still love him, of course! Even if I were offered ten million, I’d still choose my child. We always playfully bicker, but of course, it's all for fun. It would be boring if we didn’t talk, right? There are only two of us, so we’d be wasting our words if we stayed silent. If he inherited anything from me, it's my quick tongue. But his seems to be on overdrive. Mine is still manageable... but his? It’s overflowing. "You're too slow, Mommy. I'm speeding up so we don't miss out," he said, rolling his eyes at me. If this kid wasn't just three years old, I might have done something drastic. "How can you miss out? We're in a grocery store. There’s plenty to buy, so you won’t run out," I explained. He let out a heavy sigh, raised an eyebrow, and crossed his arms. "Then why haven’t you found my diapers yet?" he argued, his eyebrow arching even higher. "They said there's no more stock of your diapers, ma'am!" I sarcastically replied. "See, Mommy? We're out of stock because you're too slow. You're like a pregnant lady. I saw earlier that another mom grabbed the last one of my diaper type. I was going to snatch it, but then I saw her husband. He’s so big, so I kept quiet," the little one shrugged. Why does he know so much? Sometimes I think maybe I’m just a joke to the world, that he’s actually the mommy and I’m the child because he knows more than I do. "I'm not pregnant. Where do you get these ideas? You look like a penguin—did you hear me say anything?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes, you just did," he replied. Sometimes, I just want to put him in my pocket. He’s so annoying! He always has something to say! "Quiyana Louise," I called out his full name. Whenever I do that, he usually behaves because he knows I’m about to scold him. "I won't run anymore, Mommy," he said, pressing his lips together tightly. I nodded in relief. Thank goodness. I'm only twenty-four, but I feel like I’m sixty. It’s exhausting taking care of a mischievous child, especially one who’s always cheeky. If I didn’t love him... Even though he's the most mischievous, headache-inducing, and expensive child, I’d still do anything to give him the good life he deserves. I never experienced these things when I was a child because I wasn't born rich. There were even times when my parents couldn’t afford to buy even a kilo of rice, so the solution was to borrow from the neighbors. For me, there’s no shame in coming from such a life. Even now, I sometimes find myself needing to borrow money, but at least I know how to pay it back. I’ll work even harder to give my child a good life. "You’re smiling again, Mommy. I’m not being naughty anymore," I heard him say. That’s why I love this kid. At least he’s affectionate too. A smile slowly formed on my lips. He even clapped when I did. "My mommy is so beautiful..." he praised, something that probably only happens once a month. Most of the time, I just get insults from him. I don’t even know where he got that attitude from—I’m kind... and so are my parents. "Enough with the compliments, Quiy. I already knew that. Do you think complimenting me will make me buy you chocolate?" I looked down at him. "No. Your teeth will fall out," I added, causing his shoulders to droop in disappointment while pouting. He’s already missing teeth, yet he still wants sweets. Of course, I don’t want him wearing dentures at such a young age! Besides, I can’t afford such things. He stayed quiet, so I focused on the shopping list I had written. I’m the type who thinks of many things to buy while at home, but when I’m actually at the store... I forget. So young and already forgetful. I’d almost bought everything. Only Quiy’s diapers and milk were left. I was about to call him when my heart pounded loudly—I didn’t see him in the aisle where I was. I quickly put down the basket I was holding and took quick steps to search for Quiy. My heart raced even faster with every aisle I passed where I didn’t see him. Where could that child have gone?! "Quiy?" I called, but still no response. I had passed several aisles, but still no sign of Quiy. I must have called out every saint I knew, but still nothing. "Quiy, my child?!" I called out agai

Bring my wife to me." The words echoed through the hallway. Five years ago, Isabella Romano died. Or... so the world believes. She had been forced into a cold, loveless marriage with the ruthless mafia king, Lorenzo De Luca where Isabella was nothing more than a pawn in a dangerous game of power. But on the night she uncovered a secret that could destroy his empire, she became a target. So she did the only thing she could to survive. Disappearing. Now living under a new identity as Elena Rossi, Isabella has built a quiet life far away from blood, betrayal... and the man she once called husband. But when a high-profile art restoration job leads her straight into Lorenzo's world again, everything she once buried comes crashing back because Lorenzo never forgets and he never forgives. The moment he sees her, one truth becomes clear, his estranged bride was still alive and this time, he was never letting her go. Now dragged back into a world she barely escaped, Isabella must hide the one secret that could destroy everything; she didn't leave alone, she had left with his son. But as enemies close in and buried truths begin to surface, one question threatens to tear them apart: Did Isabella run to betray him... Or to save his life? Because in a world ruled by power and blood, love is dangerous and secrets are deadly.

For eight years, I secretly held down the fort, running my husband' s auto shop and raising our son, Caleb, while Captain Ethan Scott built his military career far away. When he finally allowed us to join him, I thought our family was complete, but he introduced us as mere "distant relatives," forcing our son to call his own father "Uncle Ethan." He was utterly ashamed of us, of the "blue-collar dust" we carried, forbidding anything that hinted at our humble origins, while lavishing expensive gifts on his elegant colleague, Gabrielle Chadwick. He watched idly as our seven-year-old son cried, humiliated by other kids who called him a "charity case," and later, when I was injured by his carelessness, he was more concerned with maintaining appearances than my pain. My heart shattered when I saw the color drain from his face as our son, following his rules, called him "Mr. Scott" to Gabrielle's face, and then watched in horror as he stood by while Gabrielle deliberately tripped Caleb, leaving him sobbing with a sprained wrist. That night, cradling my hurt son, I made a silent vow: we were leaving, and we would never look back.

The Bronze Age and the Celtic World by Harold Peake

A Blot on the Scutcheon by May Wynne

A lifelong feud between two mafia families is heightened when the two mafia bosses kill eachother in a tussle. Bianca Rizzo, a free spirited college student becomes hardened when she learns about her father's death, returns from Los Angeles to her hometown and begins training to take over the mafia business. She vows in her heart to destroy the family responsible for death of her father. Lorenzo Sforza, a CEO of a jewelry company far away from home, returns home to take after his late father's mafiadom and also makes plans to deal with the perpetrators of his dad's death. Four years before Bianca and Lorenzo father's deaths, they both meet each other online and form a deep connection, sharing eachother's burdens. Bianca is excited to finally meet the guy she's been chatting with online, who is returning to his hometown, which is her's also. What will happen to them as they unviel secrets surrounding their families that succeed in tearing them. Will a four year old, well nurtured love turn into hate as their families continue feuding? Read Less kisses, more kills to find out...

She was left at the altar. So was he. Neither of them expected a stranger's proposal to become the truest marriage either had ever known. Aurora Hayes has spent her whole life searching for a place to belong. On the day that was supposed to give her the family she'd always dreamed of, her fiancé abandons her with a humiliating video message, while the woman who stole him makes sure Aurora knows exactly how unwanted she is. Determined not to let heartbreak define her, Aurora stumbles into the ballroom next door-where another wedding has just fallen apart. Damien Kingsley, the cold and guarded heir to the country's most powerful hotel empire, has been abandoned by his runaway bride and left to face public humiliation alone. When Aurora sees the pain hidden behind his composed exterior, she makes a reckless proposal that changes both their lives forever. "Marry me instead." Within hours, two strangers become husband and wife in a marriage built on desperation rather than love. They agree to keep it simple: no expectations, no promises, and absolutely no falling in love. But living under the same roof begins to blur the lines between convenience and genuine affection. As Aurora rebuilds her life and pursues her dreams, she discovers that Damien is hiding dangerous secrets tied to the powerful Kingsley family... secrets capable of destroying everything they've begun to build together. With jealous rivals, bitter enemies, and painful betrayals closing in from every direction, Aurora and Damien must decide whether their marriage was only ever a desperate bargain... or the one place they've finally found someone willing to stay. Married to the Forgotten Heir is a slow-burn billionaire romance filled with emotional healing, family secrets, marriage of convenience, hidden identities, betrayal, redemption, and a love powerful enough to rewrite two broken destinies.

PHIL BRANDON, the heir to the Brandon's Enterprise, and JESSICA HILL, the daughter of a drug addict and gambler, erroneously had a one night stand during one of his business trips to Los Angeles. Though he didn't see her face, he finds it hard to forget about her, desiring her body. He goes all out in search of her, but, unfortunately, his father's death temporarily halts his search for this strange lady, as he 'struggles' to step and fit into his shoe. But will fate favor him?

Ayumi Clark always dreamed of a happy life filled with love and a supportive family. She achieved her goals of having a home, a career, and true friendships. However, her search for love led her into an abusive relationship, leaving her fighting for survival. As Ayumi endures physical and emotional abuse, she realizes something is wrong. Trapped in a cycle of violence and fear, she begins to doubt herself and her choices. She must heal the pain inflicted by someone she believed loved her. With the support of her friends, particularly her best friend Kaléo Coleman, or Léo, she seeks the abuser and confronts her past traumas. During this journey, Ayumi and Léo discover their feelings extend beyond friendship. Together, they navigate their doubts and strive to find true love. Yet, Ayumi must first learn to love herself and overcome her own traumas. Through this emotional and inspiring story, Ayumi fights to overcome her past, discovering her inner strength. With her friends' help, she learns self-worth and finds genuine love. As Ayumi and Kaléo face their challenges, they realize that love and compassion are key to healing their traumas. They understand that true love accepts and supports them through their darkest moments. Together, they confront their fears and overcome obstacles that attempt to separate them. They discover that unity and love provide true strength. Despite their hardships, they find hope for a happy ending and an exhilarating journey of triumph, love, and friendship.

The population of Vienna was paralyzed with terror; a heavy gloom weighed down all minds, and the strength of the stoutest hearts seemed broken. Couriers had arrived today from the camp of the army, and brought the dreadful tidings of an overwhelming defeat of the Austrian forces. Bonaparte, the young general of the French Republic, who, in the course of one year (1796), had won as many battles and as much glory as many a great and illustrious warrior during the whole course of an eventful life - Bonaparte had crossed the Italian Alps with the serried columns of his army, and the most trusted military leaders of Austria were fleeing before him in dismay.

Aria Logan can never catch a break in the pack, she has lived all her life. Being an orphan results in her being demoted to an omega in the pack. Despite her low status, she can't help but have feelings for the new young Alpha of their pack. However, she got her hope shattered by being rejected and banished from her pack. Not having a place to head either, she unintentionally crossed the border of a powerful pack, Moonlight Pack, where she was captured and taken to Lucas. To their surprise, they felt a strange, strong pull toward each other. With Aria struggling to start trusting again, will she accept Lucas to get a chance to be loved?

After Amanda decided to stay, she slowly starting to adopt new things in her life. Her Brothers friends helping her to be strong enough to fight back to use her eyes to defend herself from the Black Empire that is now slowly entering their territory. Attacking her friends, with the help of unknown traitor that is lurking in the Academy. Will Amanda learn how to use her powerful eyes? Or will it bring harm to herself? Will they find out who the traitor is? Or will it remain wearing its mask

"Mum!!!"She screamed as she rushed towards her mum flinging her bad on the ground,grabbing her mum's head. She shook her vigorously,screaming!,still her mum wouldn't wake up "mum!"she called in a whisper as she sniffed "who did this to you?"she asked no one in particular as she began another round of tears. She couldn't control it,what happened to her mum?,who did this?!!. She laid her mum's head back on the ground as she stood up examining the room. Her dad wasn't back yet,how would he feel whe his beloved wife is dead?. Her dad was a human,not until he met her mum,he was so deeply in love with her that he didn't care if she was vampire or not. After they shared their bond,he became a half vampire,half human. He always cared for her and in order to protect his love and their unborn child they moved to the forest. He made sure,she never starved as he worked have to provide all her neccassary needs. More hot tears flowed down Isabella's cheek as she though about her father,she walked towards the dinning as her eyes captured a sentence on the wall making her eyes widen in shock "YOU ARE NEXT" it reads as she saw a scratch on the wall. "Oh no!,warewolves!"she whispered in fear as she heard a roar,her body shook. She couldn't control herself,how come they found them?. She trembled as she fought her way out of the house. She kept running!,she couldn't bother looking back,she didn't have the courage!. She could sense someone following her as she increased her pace. Her mum was dead but she had to stay alive for her,she must revenge!!!.

Andrès was accused of murdering his boss. The boss of the company he and his wife works for. He was shocked by the accusation and betrayal of his wife and best friend but there was nothing he could do to prove his innocence because the CCTV footage in his boss’ office caught him serving his boss the tea that was spiked. He was tired in court and was given a life sentence for the murder of his boss’ death. Eventually, fate was on his side and he got out earlier than he ever imagined. Upon his return, he found out that his wife got married to his best friend. Driven by rage, he began working for a cartel and soon climbed the ladder, becoming the most ruthless Mafia boss. To some people, he is legendary and a ghost lord. With vengeance in his heart, he is out for blood. Go with me on this journey, to know what happens in this twisted triangle… Will ya?