The Queen of Hearts meets the gilded world of Marie Antoinette. A princess with a holy Gift. A kingdom hiding a dangerous secret. And a marriage meant to bring peace to a land with a violent history of war. Eighteen-year-old Ophelia Rosiers is a princess of Rosailles, and also the heir to a holy Gift that determined the fate of her queendom centuries ago. But now with her Gift locked away, she can only hear the whispers of the Angels her people revere. As a result, her sister has been named next in line, and she is being sent to their enemy nation, Garnette, in order to marry their Crown Prince and hopefully lead their countries into an era of much needed peace. Only when she arrives, she quickly starts to suspect her betrothed is not who she dreamed him to be. Stuck in a palace surrounded by gossiping courtiers and enemies at every turn, Ophelia's friends are few. Especially when one of her handmaidens turns out to have secrets of her own, turning what Ophelia has always believed about her destiny upside down. Desperate for a distraction, she finds company with Prince Pierre-her betrothed's younger brother-who has motives of his own. When betrayal lands Ophelia as Garnette's prisoner, she realizes her whole life she has been dictated by other people's lies. With peace shattered for good and Ophelia's fate left in her own hands, she does the one thing she has left-she takes back control, even if it means turning into the very monster her enemies make her out to be. Bisexual MC. Book 1 in The Blood of the Angels series

When Alexis agrees to help the school's player, she must guard the secret that could unravel everything - even as unexpected feelings complicate the game. *** What happens when Alexis Dawson, the 'resident loser' of Redwood High, agrees to help the school's notorious player, Aaron Walker? How can she stop herself from falling for him? It isn't all love and romance - Alexis has a secret of her own. Join them on a journey of jealousy, betrayal, trust, friendship, and love. A little favour just got a whole lot more complicated. *** He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in...

البعض يهتف باسمي وانا في الحلبة والبعض ينحني لي وانا اتربع على عرشي ولكن قلبي يهتف باسمك فقط اسيرة و هوس قلبي انت ملكة على عرش قلبي ياملاكي "ٱلما"