Mystery Murder Acceptance And Hidden Truth... Will She Survive? ******************** "MINE!" yells the man in front of me. Growling, enraged that he thinks he can own me. My fingers wrap around the bars of their own accord, squeezing hard. The metal moulds to the contours of my hands and creaks are heard. "I AM NO ONES!!" Best Rank: #714 in Werewolf on the 25/01/16 Currently being edited although the edited chapters are not uploaded... Slow updates

The final battle for love, life and liberty has begun! Ayla has had to defend her people in the past, but this time, it is no mercenary rabble outside the gates of her castle: it is the army of the Margrave von Falkenstein himself. Her people are outnumbered and have nowhere to run. But they do have one last, desperate hope: A knight in blood-red armor with the face of a god and the heart of a devil. Will the enemy succumb to him? And more importantly... will Ayla? The third and final volume of Robert Thier's "Robber Knight"-Trilogy.

When you are fighting for the freedom of your people, falling in love with your enemy is not a great idea. Or is it? Ayla has to defend her castle and her people all on her own, with nobody to help her but a dark warrior she hates with all her heart.

Ayla has uncovered a terrible secret: the man she loves is in fact her worst enemy. As a mighty army gathers to destroy her and her people, she must ask herself: will he join them to destroy her? Must she cut him out of her heart to survive? Or is there another way – a way to forgiveness and... love? Sequel to Robert Thier's #1 Hit 'The Robber Knight'.

Dionysus always prided himself on being detached from the pathetic drama of humanity; that way he couldn't be burnt by the emotions that seemed to determine the tangled courses of human lives. This was all before he met Evie Autumn, the girl chosen by the gods who inadvertently flipped his view on the world around. So when Evie leaves him to start her new life in the Underworld, he falls back into his old, uncaring partying ways without even realising it. Despite the popular belief that he's gone completely off the rails, Dionysus is staying somewhat sane. He wouldn't ever admit it to anyone, but the only thing really keeping him from drowning himself in his favourite drink was the task of concentrating on protecting the staff that's been an integral part of who he is since the dawn of time. But then his staff is stolen right out from under his nose. And the only person that can help him get it back before a Dionysus-worthy catastrophe occurs is the ghost of the one person he's ever loved; the one person he never thought he would ever see again. [HADES SPIN-OFF]

A Zoey Sabatini le encanta el nuevo chico del pueblo, Cameron Carmichael. Aún con diecinueve años, ella es una inepta y torpe en lo se refiere a chicos y amor. Tristemente sólo le es fácil sociabilizar con una o dos copas de más. Es allí donde entra Jason Bruni, amigo de su hermano mayor y mujeriego experimentado. Él necesita una niñera para su hermanita pequeña. Siendo él su único responsable y teniendo también que trabajar, no puede lidiar solo con la niña hasta por lo menos el inicio de clases. Jason necesita una niñera. Zoey quiere desesperadamente cambiar su timidez para conocer a Cameron. Necesita un pequeño empujón y ¿quién mejor que Bruni? Los créditos por el HERMOSO y GENIAL booktrailer a este sol de chica @hugstomalik Todos los derechos de la historia reservados.

I didn't marry him out of love, nor because I liked him. I didn't marry him for his family money or wealth, or for popularity. Truth be told, I could care less about this guy and who he was. I Married the Bad Boy for protection. Kami's life was hell. Until the bad boy came along to save her. She never had an easy life. Most of her teenage years, all she had were bruises and bad memories. Her mother had married another man whose happiness came from hurting her. But when Brandon appeared in her life, some things were about to change. He had seen the bruises, and how it pained her. So he did something about it. He married her to protect her. But did Kami make the right decision marrying him? All the men in her life either left her, like her father did, or hurt her, as was the case with her step-father. There was no guarantee that Brandon wouldn't leave her, or hurt her. What would happen to her life now that she was married to the bad boy? Will he be able to keep her from harm?

When Brooke Adams hears of an upcoming surfing competition taking place but minutes from her home on the island of Oahu, she sees no choice but to enter. The winner of the competition is given a grand money prize, which could pave Brooke's way towards her dream college in Malibu. As one of the best young surfer's Hawaii has seen in years, she's determined to win. It all seems plausible until the school-renowned player, Sean Parker, bombards his way into Brooke's life. He's charming, witty, gorgeous and treats girl's with blatant disrespect; a person Brooke has always wanted to stay away from. Everything changes when she repeatedly becomes the center of Sean's games and discovers a secret about him that leaves her reeling with intoxicating curiosity. The closer they become, the more intertwined Brooke and Sean's lives become, and the more she's left wondering how many secrets have been hidden from her all her life.

Todo el mundo sabe el odio que hay entre Lucas, el chico guapo y popular, y Victoria, la chica más bien normal que cae bien a todo el mundo. Lo que nadie sabe es de donde nace todo este odio. Este año, se descubrirán muchos secretos y momentos que consideraban perdidos, y lo que nadie sabe, es que ambos comparten un pasado común. **** -Estoy bien, Chris, ya se me ha pasado... -¿Segura? Porque ahora mismo tienes la misma cara que una ardilla con la rabia... Me giro y le doy un golpe en el hombro por su comentario, aunque ha conseguido sacarme una sonrisa, porque se que lo ha dicho en broma para animarme. -Sí, bueno, si las ardillas fuesen verdes, claro está. Cuando acaba la frase Lucas se empieza a reír por su chiste. Lo mato, juro que quiero matarlo. Cuando me voy a tirar sobre él, Chris me vuelve a coger e intenta poner paz entre ambos. -¡Gilipollas! ¡Yo te juro que te mato! -Uhh, mira como tiemblo, sapo. En cuanto acaba la frase le miro a él y luego a Lucas. Ambos están tan sólo con una toalla, con el pecho al descubierto. Me fijo en que el pelo rubio de Chris está todavía húmedo de la ducha, y su pecho está muy cerca de mí, ya que no está seguro de que vaya a matar a Lucas. En seguida noto como la sangre me sube a la cara. Intento no fijarme mucho en el cuerpo de Chris. "Vaya cuerpo, dios mio... Este tío debería ir más sin camiseta..." -¿Sabes, sapo? Si lo que querías era verme desnudo, no hacía falta tanta comedia... Podías habérmelo dicho y nos duchábamos juntos, así ahorramos agua. Me guiña el ojo y se empieza a reír hasta que me suelto de Chris y le doy un puñetazo en la nariz.