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A mixture of beauty, color and mistakes. A helpless romantic looking to share her feeble mind with those who'd like to give her a chance ?

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A mixture of beauty, color and mistakes. A helpless romantic looking to share her feeble mind with those who'd like to give her a chance ?
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STORY BY Murjaanah M.A

Heart Of A Lycan Prince

Heart Of A Lycan Prince

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You know what they say about life being funny? And to expect the unexpected? Well, that was absolutely true. I feed and live on pain. I consume it the same way we consume food. Pain is all I know, all I've ever embraced. Any emotion different from pain, I can't relate to. Which was why, I never wanted a mate, because I have no emotions to give. I'm a complete, unfeeling B.astard Nyala had brought to the Kingdom, one that, according to Baba, should never had existed. I believed that. I believed everything he's said about me so far. At least, not until everything took an entirely different turn... **** "We have to talk," she said softly. As always, her voice was a soft whisper that melted my hard heart. I spun around and glared at her. "Talk about what? She secured the opening of her robe and glared back at me. "Being mates of course. Shouldn't we address that?" She answered, still maintaining her calm demeanor. "It's been years already. How long do you plan on running away? If you don't want this, we can simply end it amicably and..." "I won't end it, and I'll run for as long as I want!" I hissed, my heart bubbling with something...different. Something raw. She laughed. A low humorless laughter that I knew what it meant. "Is that why we had s.ex yesterday? Because you don't want the bond between us?" She crossed her hands over her chest, her perky nipples becoming more evident. 'You're a fool, Maverick,' My wolf growled, shutting off the connection between us. "That meant nothing. Just a night of consensual s.ex between grown adults," I said. But I knew that was a lie, and the pain that ripped my heart and the emotions that crossed her face made me instantly want to take back all that I just said. "Get out, Maverick," she snapped, pointing towards the door. I walked to the door without a second glance in her direction. Perhaps, this is for the best.

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A Dragon's Heart

A Dragon's Heart

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When an Omega werewolf from the city got mated to a Dragon Commander in an entirely different realm; A medieval realm with no cars, cellphones, technology and so on, Tiffany struggles with fitting it. But that wasn't all. She had assumed she had already found love, especially when the dragon commander wooed her for more than four months before she agreed to leave with him. But the situation she found herself in after arriving at the kingdom was different than what she had expected, and so, all hope vanished alongside the little self esteem she once had. As though that wasn't all, threats from the past threatened to break them apart even more, and they both have to work hard to keep the single string still attached between them. Will they be able to? Will their love win over the darkness threatening to get them or will it succumb to it? Read to find out!

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Heart Of A Lycan King

Heart Of A Lycan King

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Natasha Maina Gladys is a two colored wolf from the Malakari pack in the kingdom of Zambele. Rumored to be cursed and unwanted by her mate, the Alpha, Natasha's life took an entirely different turn from how she had always dreamt of it. At least, that was until the arrival of the Lycan king... * I was abruptly pulled and I found it was the King. His eyes were bloodshot, getting darker than I had seen them the first time. He pulled me outside into the now hot sun and straight towards the black BMW parked alongside other cars.                             "Wait," I called as I halted and refused to move. I wasn't about to suffer another wave of pain from rejection. Or abuse. No, this time, I would be doing the rejection. "We can do this here. You don't have to take me with you," I said.                             He puckered his brows, a disturbing look crossing his face. I pulled my hand from his hold, and his gaze dropped to the action.                             "What...."                             "The rejection," I instantly cut him off.                             "What rejection?" he asked, covering the little distance between us.                             "I, Natasha Gladys, reject you, King..." I paused, realizing that I didn't know his name. I knew the name of the former king, but not this one. "Uh-huh, can you please tell me your full name?" I mumbled shyly, glancing up at him. * Follow Natasha along as she embarks on a journey of healing and discovers just what it means to open herself up and slowly become the Heart of A Lycan King.

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The Fae Princess' Hidden Fate

The Fae Princess' Hidden Fate

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The last thing Layla expected when she snuck out of the palace was to stumble onto an injured enemy of the fae, a human. Accidentally she invokes an ancient power which binds her and the human. As if that wasn't enough, her father announces her betrothal and Layla suddenly finds herself swept into a roller coaster of emotions. To add up to it? She meets a Dragon king who has her feelings confused and her world completely wrecked. She was suddenly swept into mystery, betrayal and heartache as she struggles to fight for those she loves.

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The Villainous Lord's Obsession

The Villainous Lord's Obsession

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Have you ever read a book and utterly fall in love with a character? Very okay to feel that! Have you ever read a book and felt the urge to hit a character with a chair? Miriam definitely had those feelings and the latest book she was reading was no different. Her fingers itched to wrap themselves around his neck and squeeze the life out of one of the characters. The villain. Unfortunately for Miriam... she got her wish. However, fate wasn’t so kind or gentle. Instead of meeting her perfect male character. She ends up meeting Karden, a cruel and arrogant, self centered, conceited man... The villain. Where is the happily ever after promised? Miriam is an average kind of girl, a resident nurse from Washington DC who spends most of her time nose deep in books or walking her dog. Her life was pretty mundane... or so she thought. Waking up in a medieval setting was not part of her Monday plan, realising she had been sucked into a book was definitely not part of her plans. Follow Miraim as she tries to navigate the drama that is her life while trying to endure the most annoying person she has ever had the displeasure of coming across.

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The Dragon Prince's Beloved

The Dragon Prince's Beloved

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#Book 1; The Dragon Prince’s Beloved# #Book 2; Adored By The Dragon King# *COMPLETED* The softness of his lips made contact with mine. It was like making contact with a bolt of lightning; a static charge lit up nerve ends so fiercely that I could hear them crackle. I tried to pull away but it was already too late. His other arm had snaked around my waist to hold me firmly against him. Even as I released a protesting gasp, his dark head was still there. Oh, I tried to fight him. I twisted and turned and went through a series of denying groans and quivers, but ended up kissing him back as if I couldn't get enough of him. It was awful and I was appalled at myself, yet my mouth clung hungrily and my body yearned for more. I gave up, and it lasted for a few seconds, or so I thought. Suddenly, he let go of me, and I gasped for air, my lungs dry and starved. Eragon rested his forehead against mine, his breathing as hard as mine. This time, however, when I stared into his eyes, they were back to silver, and when I turned to look at his hand, the scales weren't there anymore. "You felt it, didn't you?" he whispered. Of course, I felt it. But this wasn't the kind of proving I had in mind. "No," I replied, and saw his gaze slid down my swollen lips. "I didn't. You're still showing me that you only need my body and not me. I won't be giving myself to someone not worthy of having me." I shoved him away, clearly, it wasn't my strength that did that, but I did, and I quickly sat up, wrapping my hands around my body. I quickly scrambled to my feet and looked at him one more time before I turned and fled away. "You just wait and see," he called. "I'm going to make you mine!" *** Captured and taken as a slave by Eragon; the handsome Dragon Prince of the Kingdom of Tanamoot, Arrelia Vincent had always thought of herself as nothing but an ordinary human. A weakling without powers. Meeting Eragon was her fate. Falling for him was unavoidable. Despite knowing that there were obstacles waiting ahead to tear their blooming love apart, Arrelia still chose to give her heart a try. But not after the dark secrets were unleashed alongside her powers. Not after she realized that a crown awaited her outside. One that would turn the table around and have her thirsting for the blood of the murderers of those who loved her. A madness driving guilt which she would live with forever. A madness which will force her glory to be placed upon the blood fountain of men. Who would save her from the chaotic state she had casted herself into? Who will lift her out of her fallen asylum? What tale does this book have to unveil?

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The Emperor's Killer Bride

The Emperor's Killer Bride

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Disclaimer. This is a slow burn, slow paced story packed with political issues, mystery and triller. Ah, romance is a must, don’t worry. So, before you dive in, I just wanted you to know. Blurb; "Why?" "Because," he moved closer, then bent his head a little to be the same height as hers. "You are one interesting woman, My Lady." "You think?" A flicker in her eyes, and then it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I suppose you might be saying that just to taunt me. Everyone knows I'm a simple plain girl with no past." "That doesn't make you any less of the woman you are." He tipped her head, to look into her eyes. "Forgive me, may I?" He asked. Regina had no idea what he meant by that, but she nodded nonetheless. It was only after she had felt his hands on her cheeks, and then the swipe of it towards her ears had she understood. He had asked if it was okay to tuck a lock of her hair. Somehow, he found that simple act intimate. And so did she. Just the simple touch of her skin ignited a lot more than he could handle, and with his hand still on her cheeks, he placed his forehead on hers. "You are so beautiful, My Lady." He closed his eyes, savoring and inhaling her scent, and a calming feeling suddenly filled the pit of his stomach. "And you smell so nice." His hand cupped her cheeks even more, and only after he heard her suck in a deep breath did he realize what he was doing. **** Regina Serban Cronox hates only two things. Failure. And being weak. She also has two policies; kill, or kill yet again. Failure was one of the things she has no belief in. According to her, nothing is ever impossible. Including becoming an assassin. And fighting for her sister's death. She was a prey in a hunt for the nobles. And then, the Emperor's concubine later on. Her mission was to marry the Emperor, and find the right moment to kill him without anyone suspecting her. However, fate has a different game for her when she saw the Emperor and couldn't help controlling her heart from utterly falling. Perhaps, she was not really after the revenge. Could there be something else Regina was after? Maybe, there was more to what she had allowed to be seen from the start...

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The Duke's Unwanted Bride

The Duke's Unwanted Bride

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*COMPLETED* Across the vast ocean sailed Cassandra Trenton, a free-spirited American beauty left suddenly orphaned and alone. Eager to claim her long-lost heritage, she was amazed at the formal elegance of Eastland, the sumptuous English estate of her distant cousin…the notorious Duke of Eastland. Sought after at plays, operas, and balls by London’s most fashionable ladies, Henry remained a mystery to Cassandra. Bewildered by his arrogant demeanor, yet drawn to his panther-like grace, she came to sense the searingly painful memories that smoldered in the depths of his jade-green eyes. Wed because of a scandal, they were enfolded in a fierce, consuming joy, free at last from the past’s cruel grasp. Then, in a moment of blinding anguish, Cassandra discovered the shocking treachery that lay at the heart of their love…a love she had dreamed would triumph… Perhaps, love wasn't it all.

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Belonging To The Earl

Belonging To The Earl

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Emily Thornton was supposedly engaged to Jordon Brighton, Earl of Brighton. However, what happens when Jordon’s twin, Jason appeared out of no where, and Jordon had him pretend to be him? A fiery red head would be played by both brothers. But would it be a successful game? What happens when a scandal comes out of this and the ton, condemns them all?

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Fever In The Heart

Fever In The Heart

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#Trigger warning; The first part of this Book contains abuse and domestic violence. Readers discretion is advised.# She felt as if she were floating. Her eyes were closed, and everything about her felt soft, a luxuriating fluffiness like the satin down comforter her grandma used to have. She thought she must have been sleeping. There was a not-unpleasant heaviness to her limbs, like the time she could finally sit down after standing and walking in the market for hours. Then her brain started to focus in a peculiar sort of way, powerless over thoughts that surfaced unbidden. Abubakar suddenly came to mind...how he had gotten her this way, and how she longed to tell Maama, but couldn't. Maama. . . As her consciousness began to return, she tried without success to open her eyes. Something tight and sticky was holding her lids together. Now she knew she was sleeping. She'd felt that strange paralysis before when wrapped in layers of her dreams, her legs turned to lead as she ran from shadowy pursuers and her eyes became inert shutters. She was scared, what frightened her most was her breathing. Her hand blindly went to her mouth, where she found the tube. Yaa Rahman! She was in a hospital! Her heart was thunderously racing, filling her chest with explosive fear. She blindly pulled at the tube, ripping it from her throat, gagging violently as it made her gasp and choke. But finally, finally, It was free, and she flung it far away. Zeenatu Kabir was your average kind of girl, beautiful, loving and elegant. But what happens when everything begin to fall apart?

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