My love, can you hear that? It is my heart that beats for you. The dew has long settled, where are you? My feet are sore, breasts heavy, belly sagging, and the time waits for no one. Will you come back? My ears hurt, a child wails, the crown pierces my skull, and my heart is lonely. Are you coming? I sit at the window, put on my make up, look at the mirror. Maybe you won't come. S.V

To His Majesty, It is in the middle of the night and I keep tossing and turning. To relieve my mind and hopefully sleep, I am writing this to you. A letter I will hide, and never give to you. Our love has been FORBIDDEN from the beginning. They call it impossible but I see possibility. They named it a curse but I see a cure. I know I am not the best person to fall in love with, thus I am grateful for your love. You have been nothing but spectacular. Your kisses make my heart warm. Your favor flatters my heart. Your smile makes my day. You are everything I could ever wish for in a man. I know you are aware that I am a spy, a murderer, deceiver and a BIG LIAR; you can tell all this and that is why I'm conflicted. Remember the conversation we had on the rooftop in which you said, "I don't trust you, that much I know." You had me close to you. "But still if you were to attempt to dethrone me, kill me, leave me or steal from me a thousand times... I would spare your life a thousand times more." I asked why. And you answered, "Although I may hate you then, although I won't want to see you or have anything to do with you... I still won't be able to breathe without the knowledge of your existence." You pulled my hand to you heart, and whispered, "That's how much this heart beats for you, Empress." Your Majesty, you won't call out my bluff, interrogate or have me confess my sins. I don't know whether you choose to trust me blindly, or you are waiting for me to come out with the truth by myself or you secretly investigate me behind my back. At the end of it all, I'm a liar, Your Majesty. Whether you truly know this or not, I hope you will forgive and love me till the end. Yours sincerely, Empress of your heart ◦•●◉✿ ✿◉●•◦ ©Cover by @Ei_Daisuki

To the country she was born to, she is Princess Le-Anne, the king's illegitimate daughter hidden in the shadows. To the empire she is sold to, she is Lady Wei Li Lian, a traitorous spy sent to infiltrate an enemy throne. But who is she really? Gifted with rare beauty and keen intelligence, Li Lian once desired nothing more than a peaceful, ordinary life. She dreamed of traveling distant lands and living freely, far away from politics and power. That fragile dream shattered the moment her estranged royal father finally noticed her existence. To him, she was not a daughter, but a tool. She was given one mission. Enter the enemy empire of Nevoria. Seduce its emperor. Survive the harem. Become empress. And hand the empire to her homeland. From a young age, she trained relentlessly in etiquette, strategy, and deception. She learned how to smile while scheming, how to walk through danger without leaving a trace. She would maneuver through the Nevorian court, evade the vipers of the inner palace, send secret missives in the dead of night, and climb her way to the phoenix throne. It should have been simple. So why did no one warn her? The greatest threat was never the harem, but the emperor himself. Cold, inscrutable, and merciless, he ruled with an iron fist and revealed nothing of his thoughts. Every encounter between them felt like a silent confrontation, where one misstep could lead to quiet destruction. Those eyes of his held no warmth, only sharp calculation, as if he had already seen through every lie she told herself. _____________________________ Cover By Ei_Daisuki

As the first Lady Knight of Monrique, Juliette Van Helsing regularly deals with criminals who threaten the peace and security of her country. When a string of brutal murders among the nobility take place in quick succession, leaving behind one puzzle after another, she begins a race against time to find the murderer. Along the way, webs of lies, betrayals and greed are unravelled, and at each turn, she finds herself questioning her beliefs and assumptions. In the midst of all of this chaos, will she be able to fulfil her duty, and mayhap, find love?

Lydia Anabor's life was one full of peace and adventure growing up side by side with her father. The only thing that really bugged her was the constant, repetitive dream she's had ever since the day she turned 18. She tried to ignore it early on and act like the constant reminder of a dream she didn't understand didn't bother her, like the hours of research it caused her weren't that valuable. She told herself to just not think about it. To just accept it as something that she wasn't going to understand. Except the day that her dream finally changed brought her face to face with a wolf. A wolf that brought her a day full of aggravation, confusion, and a strange feeling she couldn't quite explain. ~~~ "Okay. So what, you're like a dog... person... wolf thing?" He bit his lower lip in what looked like an attempt to stop a laugh. "Sure. But personally we call ourselves werewolves." "Were...wolves?" Another nod. "Yup, and judging by you're reaction to all of this, I take it that you're unaware of the fact that you're one as well." My eyes bulged. "I've never even seen a wolf until today. I think I'd know if I was part wolf." I countered. "I'd think so as well, but we can figure that out later I'm just happy that I found you." "Why?" His lips quirked up. "Because Lydia, you and I are mates, and I've been looking for you for a very long time," he said, with a grin that showed off his ridiculously sharp canines. My body seemed to shiver at the very word itself, despite my confusion that just seemed to keep growing. "Mates? Like buds? Friends? Chummy chum pals?" I think my desperation for some common sense was becoming a little too evident. His smooth chuckle filled the room. "Not quite." Is all he said "Then what?" I was surprised to see him actually reach a hand through the bars towards me. "Come here and let me show you."

Working as a waitress in New Jersey wasn't actually Analeina (Ana)'s dream job, but she managed to make it fit into her life, though she always wished for a new opportunity or adventure. But you know what they say, be careful what you wish for. When Analeina accidentally spilled hot coffee on one of New Jersey's most available billionaire and bachelor Jaxon Terrace, she didn't expect that to be her opportunity. When the angry billionaire demands that she pays back for the clothes she ruined, she admitted to having no money but the Billionaire wouldn't have any of it. He accepted her in his employ for a period of time as his secretary in order for her to pay back for the clothes. However, when the time was up, and the debt was payed, Jaxon wasn't ready to let Analeina go, but when she wasn't too excited to stay in his employ, the beast in him came out, and the shy beauty was his sole victim. Will Jaxon win Analeina's love in the end, or will she see him as nothing but a beast unworthy and undeserving of love? __________________________________________________ -Sneak Peek- "Jaxon, I payed off the money that I owed, what more do you want from me?" Said Analeina as she stared in disbelief at the unfolding events. "You're right, you did, but money is no longer what I want. I want YOU! And I ALWAYS get what I WANT!" Sneered Jaxon as he stared down the shy beauty in front of him. Her fear, her tears, and her uncertainty aroused the beast within him, and that beast was going to get that beauty, no matter the cost.

If you've read The Mischievous Mrs. Maxfield, you know who Brandon Maxfield is. He's only my readers' favorite book-husband ever. *wink* If you've read his little journal note about the honeymoon and swooned, then you might like this. We've been in Charlotte's head throughout the whole epic ride of her life, glimpsing the mind and heart of the prince who swept this not-so-proper princess off her feet. If you want to see more of what went through Brandon's mind, read on. See what it's like from this side of the fairy tale... ***PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED The Mischievous Mrs. Maxfield.*** Author's Note: These are not duplicates of scenes that have been depicted in The Mischievous Mrs. Maxfield told from Brandon's POV. This book is going to consist of Brandon's journal entries as he goes through the similar experiences as Charlotte so it's not going to read like actual scenes in a book. Fan it at: https://www.facebook.com/TheMischievousMrsMaxfield *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

"You cannot fool me, I know who you really are." His hot breath fanned Vivian's lips as she stared into his hooded grey eyes. "And if you don't reveal yourself to me, I shall do it by force" It is the mid-19th century. Despite society's efforts to turn Vivian into a child bearing housewife she is resistant. Her younger sister is on the verge of courting, pushing her over the edge. Young and desperate, she makes an ultimate decision that will change her life forever when she bumps into the most horrid business man she's ever encountered.

"You need to live a little Jessie" My best friend said as she searched through our closet for an outfit to wear for our Girls Night Out trip, that I was desperately trying to get out of. "What do you mean? I am living, I go to work everyday, i'm in school to better myself and I still manage to look this good" I stated sitting cross legged on my bed as I watched her. Pushing the Shortest dress I had ever seen on the floor. "I hope you know i'm not wearing that" I said "Its not for you" She stated clearly throwing another dress at me "This one is, Now get up and get dressed before I call Lia in here" ----- "What's a pretty Lady like yourself doing here by yourself?" a deep dark voice said behind me as I sipped on my club soda. "I'm not my Girlfriend is on her way over now" I said in which he blatantly ignored. "Why don't you let me buy you another drink" he said placing his hand on my bare shoulder. "No thank you, now please leave me alone" I said politely even though I wanted to puke. "Bu-" "The lady said leave her alone" The bartender said coming to my rescue. when he left I looked back to the Bartender and thanked him. Ordering another drink, a deep velvet voice came up beside me, he ordered a drink before looking at me. "Want to hear a joke?" he asked me, I kept my eyes on my empty glass while answering him. "Sure" "Do you know the difference between a US Savings bond and A grown man?" he asked her "No what" she said still not looking up "A US Savings bond actually matures" he said with humor laced in his voice. I laughed softly before looking up at him, my breathe hitched, he was a walking Calvin Klein model. With his long jet black hair pulled into a man bun, his eyes crinkled in laughter as he introduced his self. "I'm Elijah" ------ Sooo this is a remake of my story One Night Stand with A billionaire. Give this a read and tell me what you think. The amazing cover was made by Andressavan

"All of the noble ladies, aged 18-20, and all of the noble lords, aged 18-25, are invited to attend a betrothal celebration. On the first night, a masquerade ball shall take place, so you know not what the other person looks like. This is to keep the identity of the Prince Damien a secret. On the second day, there shall be a garden party, on the third day there shall be a sparring match for the men and a beauty day for the women, on the fourth dates, and on the fifth, the betrothals. Any and all questions must go to Hebert at the palace. Thank you," the small man stepped down from the podium in the center of town square, and as soon as he hopped into his carriage and road away, the square became alive with buzz. ** Lady Emray Evergreen wants to find her soul mate, but she doesn't want to go through a betrothal celebration to find him. Prince Damien Lovette wishes not to marry, and wants to stay away from the betrothal celebration at all costs. What happens when their fates become entwined? ONC 2021 Longlister Prompt number 87: With the Kingdom Heir coming-of-age celebration fast approaching, the search for a match begins. It is decreed a dance will be held; an anonymous masked ball. Cover Credits to meha-k