In a world where demons are the primary enemies, there was a girl born in a kingdom where light doesn't exist. However, she has no any idea about her real identity but despite being clueless, she still continued fighting with her loved ones until the greatest and strongest enemy arrived. How can she fight a strong enemy if she doesn't even know what she can do? How can she fight her enemies if her memories were erased? This is a story about a girl who lived for 300 years and is continuing her journey with different people and different families. As she continues her journey, she started getting hints of her real identity, but is scared to find out the truth so she keeps on ignoring it. Find out how she continued her lonely life and how she managed to survive. Will she find someone who will love and accept her? Or will she die alone? Is she one of the demons? Or is she one of the angels? Or is she in between? A mage? An assassin? Or a witch? Support and vote my story. This is my very first action, romance, and fantasy story! Suggest any ideas and share your thoughts by leaving a comment, also help me share my story to make it grow. Enjoy reading!

After their not-so-nice encounter on that night, Venus Blair Echeverri swore that Azariah Lin, the 'kindest' student council president of their university, will suffer her wrath and madness. She devised a plan to dig up every dirt she could find that would eventually overthrow him as the president and later on ruin his reputation. Little did she know that what she's digging is actually bigger than what she thought - Azariah's real identity. His real name is Azariah Zion Omari and he's a royal Prince of Morocco. An epistolary.

(Finished) Stella Dominguez works during the day and goes to law school every night - well, after her law classes, she parties at clubs to have some fun. For short, she's the one whom everyone warns their boyfriends to stay away from. She's wild and a heartbreaker. Not until one night - she screwed up the shy and reserved resident doctor, Kamiro Javion Omari - whom little did she know is secretly a Moroccan prince! An epistolary.

Getting married to the love of your life is everyone's dream. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Drea Miles was in love with someone who didn't even know about her existence. But she was alright with it cause deep inside she had accepted he would never be hers. But when her father forces her into a marriage in order to save his company, never in a million years did Drea think she would get married to Sorin Zaveri himself, the billionaire and the love of her life. But the only problem...he was already in love with someone else. His girlfriend.

Soren Maxwell is to take over his father's business, Maxwell Inc, when he goes into retirement, but there's one issue. Soren is a playboy, with new women on his arm every week. He's not a man for relationships, and the bad reputation that his constant rotation of women will bring to the business isn't something his father will accept. The solution? Marriage, of course. In comes Ayla, forced into an arranged marriage with Soren as part of a deal to merge Maxwell Inc with her father's business. Her and Soren have never met before, but it's tense from the moment they meet, and in more ways than one.

What do you get when you mix a stubborn, beautiful woman with an arrogant, handsome man, and there's already a history between them? The results may vary: intense arguing, lies, hatred, sexual tension so strong, it's palpable. When London Withers' company's latest challenge brought her and her unintentional one night standee together, she doesn't know what to do, how to feel. Of course, she mostly blamed herself for dropping her name in the slot box during a moment of weakness. She should've known the moment would pass. Now, she was stuck, married to a man she absolutely abhorred for two months and a half and she couldn't do anything about it. It didn't help that she had been celibate for nearly a year and that he is still just as sinfully good looking as he was the last time she'd seen him. Will the lies, hatred and the arguing worsen or will everything take a complete turn in another direction, one London never anticipated?