Meg MacAndrews is on a journey that she hopes will help start a new chapter in her life after losing both her career as a CIA Operative and the only man she thought she'd ever love. In no way is she prepared for the upheaval that awaits her in the form of a man named Norman Reedus. Can he help her overcome her defenses and learn to love again? Will her past catch up with her and bring devastation to them both? One thing is certain - life has a way of interrupting even the best laid plans. *This story deals with issues of combat violence and PTSD. Highest Ranking # 2 Story in CIA #17 Story in Norman Reedus #33 Story in Weapons

Ri likes a quiet life, without drama, and certainly without all that mate crap that the world seems to revolve around. To her exasperation, it seems to be all anyone cares about, looking for, finding and then claiming their mate. Well, that won't be her. She has a secret. She has managed to suppress her scent, so her mate can never find her. She has other plans and they don't involve having her head and heart messed up by hormones and matehood. Because she knows who her mate is. Damian, warrior and son of the Clan leader. Her friend. And if he ever finds out...

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Carla died of a broken heart when the author of a novel kills off her favorite character. She wakes up as a mob character of that very same novel called Carla Axton. Realizing that she had transmigrated in the same novel of the character who gave life to her horrible world, she swears to make sure that this time he won't be the one that dies. Reborn as a princess of a lowly sect, Carla has to dig herself up through political turmoil and murderous sect's to protect the only light she has left. Follow Carla into a mystical world of cultivation, demons, and magic. Where she uses her intellect, power, and instinct to carve a way for the person she will always protect. No matter the cost, those who harm the one's she protects will die! ----------------------- *Main character is not sane at all at the first part of the story due to extreme child abuse. Therefore while reading the story please keep that in mind if she accidentally or meaningfully murders some people or acts wildly. *Release: Book is being edited. *Picture does not belong to me. *Also on Webnovel

Cursed by the Moon. Alone. She can only survive. *** Try to read this story, you might be surprised. *I do not own the rights to the cover's picture. Pinterest picture modified with great care and love by @Major-Dice #2 #projectwomanup 26/08/19 #1 #moon 08/09/19 #1 #sun 15/01/2021

[COMPLETED] "I want to run away from everything." Something clicked around her wrist, and Hui Yin looked down in surprise as Lu Shen bound their wrists together with handcuffs. "If you want to run away, take me with you," he said, his eyes dark. She was bullied, tricked, made fun of, and even killed. She thought he loved her, but he easily exchanged her for another woman. She thought the people around her were good, but they were the ones who stabbed her in the back. She was stupid, foolish, and innocent. That girl was dead. And now, she was reborn. Highest Ranking: #1 romance #1 chinese #1 rebirth #1 faceslap #1 cheating #1 revenge [Previous title: Revenge Sevenfold]

Jade Jennings has spent most of her life in the Australian army. After coming back from a tour overseas she expected to be welcomed by her loving fiancé. What she didn't expect was to find him in bed with another woman, doing drugs and all her hard earned money gone. To escape the pain and betrayal Jade jumps at the opportunity to go back on tour. However, 9 months later she is back after a gruelling and horrifying tour that has left both her body and mind in pieces. Moving into her new apartment the last thing she wanted was to be living next to the gorgeously attractive Marcus Blackwood, who is well known for his heroic acts of bravery in the field as an elite SAS solider. As tension and attraction flies will Jade be able to keep her heart safe or will Marcus break her more, than she can handle. ***** CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING

High bun, eyeglasses, long sleeve shirt and plaited skirt. Dressed so strictly, FengJiu reached 28 without having any intimate interaction with men. At an early age, being an orphan, FengJiu dedicated herself on taking good care of her grandfather and their business, choosing to live a life different from a normal teenager. Now, as the CEO of Feng International, people view her as a stoic woman without emotions. Deep inside, FengJiu is like any other women, want to experience the beauty of life and romance. Due to the pressure of her grandfather in her marriage, FengJiu decided to let herself experience the life of a single woman without worries before tying the knot (marriage). For the first time in her life, she got drunk and party all night. Huh? Why is she naked? Eh? Ehh?! "Woman, after eating me dry, you have to take responsibility." a shameless man said. In an instant, she became his 'sugar mommy'. What?! This shameless NEET whom she 'adopted' is the owner of Lu Corporation, her enemy?! Before she could escape, she got tied on the bed. "Woman, you better chose wisely. You will marry me or I will marry you?" She strictly rejects him after knowing everything but every inch of her body craves for him otherwise. (N.E.E.T.- Not in Education, Employment or Training aka Unemployed) Book Cover: SilentScarlettt editor and proofreader: RenTheView and Moonlitnight.

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.