Forced to team up to bring renegade vampires to justice, vampire Ludovic and human Roux insist they don't need each other--but they can't help wanting each other. ***** The battle for Belle Morte has been fought and won, but with enemy vampires escaped into the city, the fight is not over. Pressure from human authorities is mounting, and the future of vampirekind hangs in the balance. The escapees must be brought to justice - and fast. For reclusive vampire Ludovic de Vauban, this is the perfect opportunity to confront his fears about the world beyond the mansion's walls. But he can't do this alone. Roux Hayes knows she's the girl for the job. Accomplished liar, quick thinker, and modern human, she can help Ludovic navigate a world that has long since left him behind. Ludovic thinks he doesn't need help. Roux doesn't care. As they work together to preserve a future for their friends, they discover a mutual passion that neither of them expected, one that burns hotter than anything either of them have ever experienced. But the shadow of their old enemies stretches longer than they ever imagined... (Book 3, the Belle Morte Series) [[word count: 200,000-250,000 words]] Cover designed by Regina Dionela

Avneet Kaur, Who was accidentally kidnapped by the prince....... The key word is 'accidentally' and now she's stuck with the most cold hearted, mean and an arrogant prince..... who listens to no one.....yet. disclaimer: this book is nothing and i mean NOTHING like Aladdin naam to suna hoga...... enjoy! Amazing Cover credits: @sidneetuniverse 💕

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He gave her all of himself, loved her so much that he betrayed himself. She was his sanity, his love, his obsession, his life, his everything. The sound of her chuckle melted his anger, peace stroke his heart whenever she smiled. She kept denying her feelings. She didn't even realize she was playing bad with his emotions. You don't need to know Siddharth Nigam and Avneet Kaur to understand the story, its all work of fiction! Writers: Adiba and Anna

A joyful and cherished boy, who never knew what is pain what are tears he was always pampered, he was always kept away from the cunning world, he have a perfect life, family, friends and love of his life. "Everything is perfect!' That's what he thought, but its life which is never perfect. "You can't do this to me' He whispered and tears rolled down his cheek. "I guess, I did' Said the girl whom he loved the most, and she just walk past him. "Why you left me? what was my fault?' He whispered to himself and cried. She left him and he was broken, he finally cried for the first time he finally saw the cunning world which he was kept away from. He made his mind not to look back not to look back at her he became rude,arrogant,selfish never cared about anyone ANYONE. The only thing he care about is HIMSELF JUST HIM. Everyone is dead scared by his deathly gaze,cold face, angrily clutched jaw and not to forget his cold dangerous voice. He hates her, he wants to forget her, he gets into a college in New York to have a fresh start. A innocent and mentally sabotaged girl, who have experienced the cunning world daily she is bullied everyday, who was never loved by anyone not even her own family but she was loved by him she misses him a lot blames in fact hate herself for leaving him. "I am sorry I left you' She whispered to herself and cried under the moon light. "Was it my fault?' She whispered again sobbed while curling into a ball. Yet she smiles against her tears of course fake smiles she killed her feelings inside her heart, she cared for everyone but forget to care for herself, she cries every night thinking if she never left him, he would have been right next to her now. Many guys die for her, her beautiful features, her angelic face, her brown eyes and not to forget her angelic voice. She loves him, she can't forget him, she never wanna live the place where she made memories with him but her parents forces her and gets her into a college in New York.