[12 Chapter Preview of 2019 Edition-2025 Edition Available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble] When an army of darkness falls from the sky, Alex Kingsley enlists the help of her male peers and ventures into spirit-infested lands to save humanity. ***** She's an outcast cursed to consume the memories of anything she touches. A woman fated to repopulate the nation's army. A breeder barred from the sword. And she's desperate for a taste of freedom. So when a tournament is held to recruit the army's best candidates, Alex Kingsley does what she does best: she intervenes. But it's only after dark forces are unleashed upon humanity that Alex finally has the chance to prove herself -- and put her curse to good use. ***** 2020 Watty Award Winner: Fantasy 1st Place Admiration Awards 2020: Fantasy

''Kill me, Elijah. Do it!'' I scream, tears flooding down my cheeks as I get ready for what's next. He gazes at me, and for the first time, I realize, there's tears welling up in his eyes, too; like he's in utter pain. His gun is aimed at my forehead, and the tears continue to fall down like a river. "No, are you crazy?"His voice is razor-edged. But he holds himself in a fine, defined way. Almost deadly. But his eyes are icy clear with hidden intents. "I fucking hate you, kill me now, I don't ever wanna see you again!'' I seethe through gritted teeth; at the top of my lungs. I realize he won't be able to pull the trigger if I don't say anything. But I'm mistaken, his smoldered face with resentment leaves and he plasters an anguished face on. No...I'm sorry I didn't mean that. If only I could tell him that. ''I can't kill you, Eleodore, please stop. Don't say things you don't mean," he says in a whisper, with his husky yet gentle voice. ''Why not?'' I demand, not understanding his sudden move of resistance, his gaze watching me up and down while he surrenders and withdraws his gun. He takes a step closer and I can feel his hot breath fanning down my face. I almost flinch, but as I close my eyes, I feel his soft lips plant on my forehead. And then he finally utters a single syllable. ''Because I love you.''

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[Book 1 in the Putrid Heart Series] Many would describe him as a mad man. Someone that needed saving. But since when does the devil ask for help? He tricked people by using strategies and their weaknesses against them. Massimo was a man to be feared. Yet even the most powerful man fall in love. Oh and he fell, miserably.

When a shy slightly obsessive artist is infatuated by a local stripper

23 year old black queen Majesty graduated from Toledo college and moved to Detroit, she started working and even made a few friends . One day she went to a house party, and 24 year old Jason locked his eyes on Majesty he had to get her name . They started hanging out and eventually fell in love, everyone hates on them because it's a interracial relationship but they don't let that get the best of them .

She's smart, witty, rude, sassy and has the attitude of a mean girl. He's rude, Stubborn, careless and he's the definition of an asshole with hormones. What will happen when these two people get roomed together at a anger management school? S A M P L E: "It-it wasn't s-supposed to-to go l-like this." She stammers nervously, I chuckle and turn her around to face me, my hands still on her hips. "How was it supposed to go?" I raise an eyebrow at her. "I-I well... for starters you was supposed to be out, secondly I was supposed to be happily strolling around the house in my new expensive underwear while I eat ice cream, that was until you showed up." She growls before slapping my chest. "Why can't you do that why I'm here? We need to learn how to be comfortable around each other." I say with all honestly, which only makes her scoff. "I can't do this around you, because you are one horny motherfucker." She says with annoyance clear in her voice, I decide to test the waters as I lean closer towards her, I notice how her breathing hitches. "Can I do something?" I whisper as I'm completely mesmerised by her honey eyes. "I-I... ok." She whispers... © all rights reserved

a sarcastic, outgoing, girl named Bea Kamerone texts the wrong number when she was trying to reach the postmates guy. Instead, she texts Dylan Wilde, a British, blunt, popular guy who starts out disliking her and ends up finding himself loving their little chats. Will both of them set aside their differences and become more? Or will it all end with just a couple texts?

Hayes Fairfield is the school's official nerd. He gets picked on constantly. But he's not as weak as he comes off, he's the number one underground fighter. He's not lost a fight yet. Damon Xavier was the school's bad boy. He was a loner with only one friend. All the girls, and some guys, wanted him. He messed around, playing with people's hearts. Damon was an illegal fighter as well. One fateful fight could bring these two men together.