🔱 BROKEN 🔱 A feeling of hopelessness, loneliness and despair. A feeling that leaves a person empty, blank and stone cold because of it. Usually accompanied by a lack of self worth. Cause: Trauma, depression or loss of a loved one. Sometimes all of them. Can also be a side effect of bottled up feelings, waiting to burst at any moment. Treatment: The greatest cure for of al. A cure so hard-so rare, yet beautiful-to find, let alone acquire. Once it is in your grasp however, nothing can come between it and the person who craves it. Love. 🔱🔱🔱 Ashley Crowther has had it all. She's been all. She knows nothing but joy, laughter and how to have a good time. Get under her skin however, and she might just bite. You might just see a side of her that she's so expertly great at keeping at bay. But how long? How long will it take for her true self to finally burst free? 🔱🔱🔱 Eros Huxley is broken. To a point where he cant be put back together, to a point where he couldn't care less about anything. He's been the boy your parents warned you to never play with, the boy who never smiles, the boy covered in bruises and the boy who always looks down. The black sheep of not just his family, but of a whole town. All these before he was even 12 years old. What about when he gets older? 🔱🔱🔱 With every light, there is a darkness, waiting for its moment to come. With every right, there is a wrong. With every joy, there is a sorrow. Nothing can truly be itself, without having an opposite side to it. One cannot exist without the other. With sadness always watching from the corner, growing and growing, bigger and stronger, for its moment to arrive; to surface. No one is ever truly free from it. ©

Naina Reddy just wants to be comfortable with her life. While being an event planner is stressful, she enjoys it fully, even when her clients are downright cruel. However, with an annoying roommate, and a loveless life, what's a woman in her upper twenties to do? Especially when her endgame is marriage and kids. But with the entrance of two brothers to the town, her world is about to turn right side up for the first time. Throw a corgi into the mix and you've got yourself an adogable love story. Cover: @rotorooters

Bronwyn Larson has spent her whole life not depending on her mother, a constantly recovering addict, until the moment her life was literally torn apart when an EF4 tornado ripped through their trailer park and her mom is found dead, miles away after the storm. Suddenly, her estranged father is a part of her life, a prominent state senator who's been absent since Bronwyn was born, a product of her parents' secretive affair. After living alone with her mother in a trailer for seventeen years, Bronwyn now has a stepmother and four new siblings, including an older brother and sister who seem skeptical, if not actually disproving, of Bronwyn living with them. While staying with them in their vacation lake house an hour away from what she called home, Bronwyn is hit with the bombshell that her mother's death is being treated as suspicious, with injuries inconsistent of being killed during the tornado. Estranged from everyone she knows, except her estranged new family, Bronwyn doesn't know who trust or who to believe about her mother's death. Torn between her life as the daughter of a single drug addict and the middle child of a well-respected senator, all while learning more about the mother she thought she knew, Bronwyn is forced to navigate through this new unfamiliar life alone, with this gut feeling she has. That her mother's killer isn't unfamiliar. 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐘 18th 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 Cover designed by Ashley Bandy

It was a blur. Everything from the hospital visits, to the moment he was in at that point. He paced up and down outside the delivery ward. His hope and prayer was for everything to be okay. *** God's will had been done. It was expected for everyone to understand that God makes things work out for those who trust him. *** The past had to remain as exactly that, history, yet he felt like he couldn't part with it. That past had been his everything, yet he was expected to forget it as if it was never there.

"Is she still breathing? " someone asked. "Yes but the guy is gone. " an answer came. Some nurses arrived just as the police car took to chasing the culprit.

"Why didn't you fight them?" I asked her, not believing she just stood there doing nothing, the girl I knew was so daring that she did not need saving from these men, she would have fought them by herself. I gently held her arm and she flinched, "I'm sorry to trouble you. But thank you for saving my life." She said, her was voice low and her body shook slightly. "Hey calm down, you didn't cause me any trouble. And look at you now, if it were me touching you, you would've already punched me square in the jaw. Not so tough now?" I teased her a little to calm her down, but she just looked at me in surprise. Her green eyes were lifeless but fear was evident on her face. Her hands were balled into fists by her sides. "Aubrey, you don't look yourself. I don't believe it why are you..." I stopped talking, seeing the panic in her eyes which appeared the moment I started speaking again. Then realization finally sank in my head and I stopped her by grabbing her arm before she could run away. "Rose?" I said observing her closely. She didn't deny it. *********** They say opposites attracts, but what if opposites repel? When Aubrey finds out her twin, Rose, is alive, she would do anything for her, even if it means losing herself. But what happens if Rose does not want to be found and things get a lot messier than they already were?

This book will be taken down January 1st of 2022 to be rewriten and edited! (Cover by @AlberteStoev) Turning around Im met with bright red eyes surrounded by a grey mask. He has jet black hair that swirls up and back, his face is freshly shaved but that is all I can really see. He is tall and God is he built. He looks so strong and holds so much power. I then blink and breath when my lungs finally demand air. His forehead is scrunched up as he watches me calculating. I step back "Uh I-I I'm sorry " My voice comes out shaky. He nods as he then demands "dance with me," before I can protest he has his arm around my waist pulling me close and his hand in mine as we dance across the floor. I look around to see glares from women as slowly the whole place pays attention to us. By the end of the song I could feel sparks dance across my skin around the area he is touching me, a pull in my chest forms, wanting to be closer to him, we land in front of the stairs where the thrones sit That holds the former king and queen, they watch us with a raised brow. I gasp as I look up into the mans eyes as everything stops, his head lowers towards mine, our noses pass each other and our lips meet and instantly I know. He is my mate. I don't know who he is but I'm sure he is about to let me know. He breaks the kiss as he backs up keeping me close as He rips off his mask and he growls "Mine." A growl that sends a shiver down my spine. His breath taking face comes into view. People around gasps as some yells. "The Alpha King has found his mate," I gasp. This man in front of me is Bain Alexander Remington , the King. *highest rank, #1 in Alpha, #1 in king #1 in secret #1 in werewolf #1 in hidden #2 in feature* (A/n I'm big about character development. So if you looking for a book where the main character and love interest fall in love in the 5th chapter this isnt it. Any how thanks for reading! Much love!)

He wanted her to say something, anything! Why was she agreeing to this? Why was she accepting marriage to a man she didn't even know? Why was she so weak, so stupid, so powerless? He wished above all things that he could walk away from this mess but his father had made it very clear; he couldn't walk away, only Kyra could. And until then, he was stuck with her. Yet, here she sat, hardly able to even look him in the eye. "You, Kyra, are many things" He said, his finger tracing the outline of her face. She held her eye lids shut, no doubt afraid to look at him. "A bait. A punishment. A torment" He snarled, making certain to leave his venom dripping from every word as he laid emphasis on them. He leaned forward and pressed his lips menacingly against her ears. "But. You. Will. Never. Be. My. Wife" Retracting his finger and leaning back, he watched her, waiting patiently for her reaction. But she sat there, her eyelids still shut, her hands trembling by her side and her lips pressed together. She said nothing and it infuriated him. He hated the woman that sat before him, the weakling that was his curse. He watched with great disgust as a drop of tear disentangled itself from her thick, black, long lashes and made its way down her flushed cheek while her eyes stood shut. With that, he turned around and walked away, determined to be the one to break Kyra. **** When Vihaan's father forces him into an arranged marriage with Kyra, he treats her as she deserves; with anger and disgust. Until the real reason his father chose Kyra is revealed; her life hangs on the balance and with her death, Vihaan stands to gain her father's entire empire. Will Vihaan eventually turn against his father's sinister plan to get Kyra out of the picture and stand to fight for her life or will he see her death as an escape from his emotional prison? Copyright © 2016-2019 Lily Orevba All rights reserved

Sold for nothing, bought at a price. Where is God when it hurts the most? Sisi knows a thing or two about pain. Given away in a child marriage by the people who were supposed to protect her, abused, suffered many miscarriages, hurt, broken, lost. Life almost could not get worse. But it does. When she falls in love with a man she could never deserve. It does. When she must turn and walk away from the love of her life. How does God fix a heart in need of healing? (ps, bought is the book 2 of sold)

Jeanette Arthur had no idea what was going to happen to her when they opened the doors. Was she going to die? Or would she wish she was dead? She began to think that this kind of thing didn't happen to people like her, but she realized how wrong she was. This became her story's end the night she picked up those drinks. When she let herself step into that building, when she accepted that job and put on those clothes. They had made her believe she was important. Special. Worth loving. She had thought all these people wanted her, but they only wanted the lie she was selling. She knew this was no longer pretend. She was no longer in control, and she was no longer the one selling herself. She wanted someone to rewrite her story. So for the first time in her life, she raised up her hands, and she started to pray.