After a botched mission, Zurine flees to the western country of Sincheon. In an effort to pay off her debt she finds herself suddenly engaged to the emperor, Kang Yohan. Navigating her new life as Lady of the Palace, she must keep her identity hidden from the royal family as well as the friends that she makes along the way. But this doesn't stop Lord Baldwin's plans centered around greed and ambition. With each passing day, Zurine is pushed to make a decision. Will she stay with the emperor and welcome these new feelings of love or will she return to Lord Baldwin as a pawn?

Faith. Belief. Devotion. Those were all Savannah knew and believed in since she was a little girl. Stray from the path of righteousness, and you were held with contempt... until you confessed. Sinning was by far the worst thing you could do. It was atrocious, vile, unbecoming, and disgraceful in the name of God. To feel was one thing. To act upon? Punishable. It only took one, though. With a name that should have made her question more than his dark hair and deep blue eyes; she was already submerged-driven down deep until the truth shattered everything she had once known. Truth became lies. Faith became doubt. Nothing seemed what it was. Not even the man she had fallen for. And Savannah had become stuck in the middle. There are some spelling and grammar errors, I know (it's an unpublished version). Any comments or critiques are welcome. Though, any negative toward me, readers, or that are discriminate in any way, will be ignored and deleted. Cover designed by M.Waqas on fiverr Forsaken series Book 1: Shattered Grounds Book 2: Echoes of Loss Book 3: Fractured Memories Book 4: Silent Tears Book 5: Flickers of Hope Book 6: Mending the Rift Book 7: New Horizons

Alex never expected to be caught up in the world of the elite, but when her voice catches the attention of Leonardo, the cold, ruthless CEO of Hotel Reccini, sparks fly. He's used to control especially in the bedroom but Alex isn't like the others. She's a challenge. A temptation he can't resist. The tension between them is palpable, thick with hate and desire. One night, after her performance, he drags her into the shadows. Their lips crash together with brutal force. There's no sweetness, no tenderness just anger and raw, desperate need. "You think you can challenge me?" he growls, pinning her against the wall. Alex smirks, her voice dripping with defiance. "I don't think it. I know it." The fight between them escalates, their bodies crashing together with ferocity. It's savage, desperate, a battle for dominance. But as they finally collapse in the aftermath, the silence is heavy, laced with the tension neither can escape. This is just the beginning of a war neither of them can afford to lose.

Everyone looks forward to Selection Day- except Maven. Before their twenty-first birthday, every person receives a Sign from one of the twelve deities, guiding them toward the god who will grant a gift perfect for their future, but Maven is still waiting. She hopes for a Sign from Isolde, goddess of art and beauty, believing she could "fix" her vitiligo and finally belong in the world. But across the Realms, something dark is stirring. A string of brutal killings has everyone on edge, and whispers blame one of the Twelve. When Selection Day arrives, Maven encounters what no one ever has- a Summons. Thrust into a world of divine politics and dangerous secrets, Maven begins to suspect that her Summoning may not be the curse she first believed. As she hunts for answers and a way to shape a future she can live with, she uncovers a truth that could shatter everything the Realms believe. A war is coming. And Maven may be the key to stopping it. ***Not my Art. I got this from Pinterest. If it's AI, it was unintentional***

The Munferds were your above-average rich family that people only hear about in books and movies. Living on a private island just south of Trinidad and Tobago, having moved from Destin Florida, six years prior, the eldest daughter begins to want distance from her problematic parents and people who complain about first-world problems.

Following the death of their friend Gwen Walker, four college students begin experiencing strange spiritual encounters that lead them to search for answers. Unfortunately, they get more than what they bargained for when they gain some unwanted attention around campus. Feeling backed into a corner, they do the only thing they can think of. They lie. But in doing so they may have accidentally initiated a cult...

When a new person moves in next door, with a chilling back story

Chaos erupted. Ally turned on ally. Foes fled in flocks. In a world suffocated by overpopulation, The Games are the only solution. Every year, one hundred people are chosen, "thanked" for their service, and given a one-way ticket to a new world where they're forced to fight for survival. Only three will return. Esme Hollywater has never been in a situation of life or death. Still, she knows she could never kill. As the Gamers drag her away from home, all she can do is pray for a miracle. But when Cody Red, who illegally took his brother's place, shows her that peace doesn't have a place in the Games, she realises just how much danger she truly is in. When it comes to kill or be killed, what will she choose? What would you choose?

All her life Kiari had only known suffering, each day held new challenges until one day she finally gets a taste of freedom with one goal, Survive, and maybe fall in love on the way Beautiful Omega ©️2016 Published via Studio Moonlight Chapter 1 excerpt: I walked into the room, the only place within the compound that was warm and filled with comfort. It was a wide space decorated with heavy drapes of deep blue covering the stone wall and woven carpets on the floor. Upholstered furniture shipped from afar sat around the room, with a large canopied bed being the centerpiece. Standing near the single large window overlooking the factory floor was Smith. My tormentor. My keeper. My father. He was bare-chested with his brown hair tousled as if he had just rolled out of bed. A hand was lazily poised on his hip, while muscles rippled beneath his tanned skin as he raised the cup of tea to his lips. He didn't spare me a glance.