When Jack is blamed for the wolf attacks and becomes the target of his narrow-minded village, he decides to take Fate in his own hands. Hiding beneath his hood, his only hope is finding the Witch of the Wilds...before the wolves find him.

Zoe is a young and independent woman who never loses an argument. She feels that her life is finally the way she wants it to be. She has a great job and a great new house. Her life is perfect. She has everything she wants except one thing, a child. Due to her past heartaches, she struggles to trust men, leaving her no other option but a sperm donor. So what happens when she finds out that there was a misplacement, that she is carrying the heir of the multi-billionaire Alexander Forbes. This might just be one fight she won't win. © Essi T K Cover by: @forgettablewords

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.