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If we are still in the 90's and someone will approach me and say "You're a descendant of a Goddess," I'll most likely answer "You need some serious help." But we are now living in the early 22nd century, where the country has endured and survived the Great World War and Vampires ruled the world like kings -literally. Anything is possible. My one shot to escape the social stigma branded to someone like me who is born from a lower caste is just one school away. I am one of those lucky few chosen to attend the Imperial Academy. It may be a vampire infested school, but a school is still a school. Everything is okay until my very own personal bully shows up. And to top it all an arrogant vampire prince thinks I'm his! And I get to see them every day. Great. My name is Lira, and this is my story. Published under Cloak Pop Fiction

First draft so it's very very rough!!!! Completed My name is Lana Walker. My life had been a fairytale. Until tragedy struck. A car crash that obliterates my entire life including my three mates. I survived but at what cost? Five months later I'm still in pieces. Everyone knows losing your mates is the fastest way to madness. Except on a good ole Monday, I see my mates. From the way everyone around me is behaving, they never died. Neither do they remember me. They despise me. My life has taken a bizarre turn with an unstable power within me, a secret force behind strange attacks and three mates who are on my case. For unknown reasons.. I may have broken into their apartment and attracted their attention. Some very negative attention. "Lana", he coos softly, and I hum in response ", I'm not fucking anyone, pretty girl" My cheeks burn at the familiar nickname, and I swallow my suddenly dry throat until he adds, "Yet," I almost pull a muscle in my neck turning to look at him. When he glances back at me and sees the obvious disgust on my face, he closes his eyes, rubbing his lips together in amusement. There is a rare show of softness for me when he looks at me his fingers stroke my chin to cheer me up. "I'm going to fuck you, aren't I?" my breathing picks up, and I try to see the deception but find none. Just his arrogance and lust. For me. "we'll see" I swallow and stroke a hand down my straightened hair. Jackson cocks his head to the side, the challenge accepted. The hunt is on. "oh, I am fucking you. Six Ways to Sunday" Book one of the "what we did do series" Dark romance/ reverse harem. Mature themes 🔞

Status: Complete We were told the love from a father is rare and if gotten should be cherished. I never knew I'd get mine with less stress. The love that I and my father most especially shared was worth a love story, he wasn't only my father he was also my best friend, my lover, my husband dad, my mentor, my teacher .... What more? ~~~~~ It all happened when I was kidnapped and lost contact with my parents for years, our friendship weaken as we hardly see or talk. I am his child, I am his candy but --- now I'm pregnant, am I still his child or I'm now in between? Highest rating🌟 #50happyfamily Word Count: [[30,000]]

When you move planets because you realize your fiance isn't who you thought he was, things get a little spicy. Let's face the facts, you knew he was a douche, you just didn't want to be alone. Surprisingly, you are able to buy a house on this new alien planet without so much as a credit score. Odd, but you need somewhere to live and won't kick a gifted horse in the mouth. It doesn't take long for things to get interesting once you walk through the doors for the first time. Invisible touches, scorching lips, rumbling growls, and blinding orgasms cement your decision to stay far away from your ex. But possessive supernaturals never give up on things they believe to be their property.

"In a world ruled by power and tyranny, peace is a distant dream. You were once a child, innocent and new to life, yet someone ignited the flames of destruction, suffocating your breath and stealing away the purity of your air. All that remained were fleeting drops of water and the faintest hope that the fires would one day cease. Perhaps you were gifted, your powers beyond what was ever expected, but power isn't just strength-it's a threat. Years passed, and you grew to despise everyone and everything. In rage and vengeance, you found a twisted kind of salvation. Amidst the chaos, you found home with someone you've picked up while desperately trying to escape the chains of fate. And though agony shaped my path, I never wavered from my purpose. Through hell and blood, I built my name and wealth, offering others a chance for redemption, for lives once broken like my own. Now, after all this time, I've prepared to fulfill the final task of my life. Many will weep, blood will stain the earth, but certainly, they will pay for stealing my childhood. - Anastas

Nobody expects something supernatural to happen to them. Those kind of things only happened in comics. Fairy Tales. Unrealistic dreams that you'd fall asleep to, silently wishing for them to come true. At least, that was what these three teenagers thought. It turns out that there is so much more to their simple universe than they ever could have imagined. After each finding a strange alien artifact, the teens are suddenly thrusted into an intergalactic war. Alien species everywhere are trying to hunt down the most powerful weapons in the galaxy. And they are the ones in possession of it. When they run into a girl that claims to be from another planet, the three kids learn about the power given to them and the responsibilities that come along with it. Instantly, they are the most popular people in the galaxy. And for once, popularity couldn't feel more like a curse. Fighting grudges, fear, and distrust, the Chosen humans must travel to the one place on Earth where they might be safe. And with strange new powers, the teenagers struggle to live in the unfamiliar world they thought they knew so well.

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."

TIME SERIES #01 (UNDER REVISION) In the aftermath of a heartbreak that left my spirit shattered, I found myself wandering through the debris of shattered dreams, convinced that love was a distant mirage. Just when the echoes of heartache threatened to drown me, a compelling force emerged-a figure whose presence would redefine my perception of love and resilience. This transformative individual, whose arrival seemed almost serendipitous, became the harbinger of hope in the midst of my emotional wreckage. They navigated the labyrinth of my broken heart with an innate ability to mend the fragments, unveiling the prospect that, against all odds, a personal and profound happy ending was within reach. As their influence seeped into the tapestry of my life, I discovered a reservoir of strength I never knew existed. Together, we embarked on a journey of self-discovery, where the scars of the past became a testament to resilience rather than a harbinger of despair. Through shared moments of vulnerability and understanding, this enigmatic presence became the catalyst for a narrative of renewal and redemption. The unfolding story navigates the complexities of healing and rebuilding, as I grapple with the remnants of my previous heartbreak. The emotional landscape transforms, revealing that love, far from being an elusive dream, can emerge from the ashes of pain stronger and more authentic than ever before. In the embrace of this newfound connection, the possibility of a personal happy ending takes shape-an ending not defined by conventional norms, but one that resonates with the authenticity of genuine emotions and profound growth. The story becomes a testament to the enduring power of love, demonstrating that even in the aftermath of devastation, the heart can find its way back to a place of warmth and fulfillment. *** Photo credits to their rightful owners and is used for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement intended.

A lot of people say that a childhood sweetheart is a normal process of growing up. Each one of us here in this world has once or twice experienced this kind of feeling. Well, what I'm about to share is something extraordinary. I met her when I was only eight-years-old, she had this beautiful hair with a tinge of sunlight that flows like a silk. Her eyes were like emeralds, and her lips, red as an apple. She had a fair complexion with light freckles on her cheeks. I saw her during the summer. It was a bright and beautiful sunny day by the lake. The trees were still full of rich green leaves and there were little dandelion flowers all over the grass field and there she was, sitting by the rock. I introduced myself, but the only problem was, she couldn't speak. So, she wrote her name in the dirt. She was about a year younger than me. I told her about mine. By the way, I'm Phillip and this is how I found my childhood sweetheart, my very first true love, Anaka.

Turning 30 meant going full throttle in ministry... or so Sophie thought. Instead, she landed right in the middle of an endless parade of teasing about marriage. "You're next!" "When will it be your turn?" "I know someone perfect for you!"-and boy, was she over it. Not that she didn't want a love story. In fact, she did-preferably the kind that would leave people speechless. But following God's will was supposed to be simple, right? Say yes to Him, serve, live purposefully? Except no one warned her that saying yes also meant surrendering her own perfectly crafted checklist for the perfect guy. Now, picture this: the man she secretly admired for years (but refused to admit), a whirlwind of unexpected twists that could put even her favorite K-dramas to shame, and God stepping in to turn her entire world upside down. Suddenly, her once chill life is a full-blown rollercoaster, and all she wants to do is run for the hills. But... what if this chaos is exactly where God wants her to be?