Mystery Novels

Cassandra Foster was held captive by Mr. Moshimo Tokoyama,a very well known Mafia leader in New York City. He took Cassie in their home in Philadelphia,Pennsylvania where she was left alone by her parents with a hired nanny. She was only eleven years old when he kidnapped her . "Are you Cassie?",Moshimo asked her. " Yes I am",she answered and a horrified looked appeared on her face when he suddenly raised Cassie on his lap and whispered these on her ears. " Welcome to my world my slave!",he said with a devilish laughter filled the room. *************** I was Sold to a Billionaire Mafia Preview (Cassie) Note: This scene maybe disturbing to a minor so parental guidance would be needed. For 18+ age could read this but read it professionally and with self discipline. This story of mine was dedicated to all woman out there who suffered any kinds of human trafficking. ---Demonlady25--- Cassie pov I curled my body into a ball at the corner of my room. He let go of me after he finished messing up with my body. I thought he's my babysitter when he knocked on our door but I was wrong. Letting him stepped his shoes inside the house was the day I felt like my life had been shattered into pieces especially my own dreams. I wanted to have a good memories of my childhood but this man ruined it and I couldn't make it back to it's normal way. Thump... Thump Thump... "He's coming to beat me again",I mumbled softly making my voice a whisper while my heartbeat was palpitating abnormally. " please someone help me! I'm scared! oh my... hmf ",I covered my mouth with my hands in order to lessen my sniffing sounds I got from crying. I prayed to God Almighty that he would come and saved me from my abductor who was like he's in hell madness. I kept on holding my crucifix necklace that my mom gave to me when I was only a baby. She mentioned it to me when I asked her about it when I was seven years of age. I wrapped my arms around my body to lessen the pain he did awhile ago. He kept punching, kicking,stroking every part of my body as if I was like a hard cement. I'm only a little girl who loved to be pampered not to be destroyed. I didn't know why he's doing this to me as if I made a huge mistake on him. He was just a stranger who knocked in front of our door and came inside as if he was the owner of our house. It was like a fiesty beating of an old man to a powerless and innocent little girl. Every part of my body ached and my head throbbed after he slammed it on the floor once before he started his cruel action. I could hardly ...

"Love me or hate me, either way I'm already on your mind. I win. You lose." *** As the Alpha King of all werewolves and lycans, Aero needed to be fair to all. He ruled with an iron fist, a steady head and a balanced emotion. He was perfect in everything except for one. He had issues with the opposite sex. Since a child, he hated women. He never liked them and always avoided them. However, what if a woman suddenly materialized on his bed just as he was about to sleep? How could he avoid her then? Genre: Werewolf Romance, Fantasy, Mystery, Erotica, Smut All Rights Reserved JMFelic Books 2020 *************** The Alpha King's Claim Prologue WARNING: THIS IS A COPYRIGHTED BOOK UNDER THE GOVERNMENT OF THE PHILIPPINES, OWNED BY JMFELIC. INFRINGERS WILL BE DEALT WITH ACCORDINGLY. THE AUTHOR HAS GIVEN SOFANOVEL THE RIGHTS TO PUBLISH THIS BOOK IN THEIR APP/WEBSITE. Paintings. I always love them. Whenever there was an art show near Manhattan, I make it a point to go check the artworks and possibly buy one. Or two. Or three of them. What I look for in a painting were the strokes the painter uses, the use of colors and how they blend in with the picture in general, and of course, the drawing. I had always been a sucker for fantasy-inspired paintings. Fantastical landscapes, mythical creatures, men and women wearing weird clothing, oh yes, I collect them all. They always reach out to a part of my soul that I had been guarding since I lost my parents. They always call out to a part of me that I wasn't sure what. Maybe, my parents as painters could be the reason. They influenced my tastes after all. But deep inside me, I knew there was always something special about these types of paintings I couldn’t quite figure out. One rainy day, I ran across an antique shop in downtown Manhattan about to be closed by the bank for bankruptcy. The different antique displays were spread all over the street in the hopes that some passers-by would still buy them. I caught sight of a beautiful painting of a landscape. Breathtaking it was and purely, for lack of a better word, out-of-this-world. The painting showed a mountain range with its slopes covered in autumn trees. In the center of this mountain range, just nestled on top the hill was a silver-plated castle. The details were extraordinary, magical even. I couldn’t resist its call, so in the end, I bought it. Plus, I didn’t want it to be wet with the rain. I wanted to give it a home. The antique shop owner, an old lady probably in her late sixties, was gracious enough to give me a discount considering the painting had smud...

She could hear his footsteps coming closer. Pressing her trembling hands to her mouth she even tried not to breath. Her bruises were throbbing with pain and chest was heaving. She could smell her burnt skin telling her that it was deep this time. She knew it wont take him long until he finally locates her in his wardrobe. Oh, Lord, Please, help me out.She cried in her brain as hot tears slide down her cheek. All of the sudden, the room was echoing with his favorite music. She banged her head on the wall ahead on her helplessness. That creepy violin was at the max. She knew the reason too well. He had found her. Rishika just sit there waiting for her blow. She tried to numb herself. Like every other time she tried to tell herself that this is not happening to her but the moment she heard him say, "Oh, my dear Shikha, here you are." She broke into tears. She didn't have it in her to look at his face. "Please,.please, "She pleaded as she tried even more to hug her legs. "What? Am I not the same guy you so muc *************** Too Late Too late She could hear his footsteps coming closer. Pressing her trembling hands to her mouth, she even tried not to breathe. Her bruises were throbbing with pain, and her chest was heaving. She could smell her burnt skin, telling her that it was deep this time. She knew it won't take him long until he finally locates her in his wardrobe. Oh, Lord, please, help me out. She cried in her brain as hot tears slide down her cheek. All of a sudden, the room was echoing with his favorite music. She banged her head on the wall ahead of her helplessness. That creepy violin was at the max. She knew the reason too well. He had found her. Rishika just sat there waiting for her blow. She tried to numb herself, like every other time she tried to tell herself that this was not happening to her, but the moment she heard him say, "Oh, my dear, Shikha, here you are. " She broke into tears. She didn't have it in her to look at his face. "Please, please," She pleaded as she tried even more to hug her legs. "What? Am I not the same guy you so much wanted to marry? " Rishika Mehra, the daughter of the wealthiest person in India, was disowned by her family at the age of 17, for a reason never revealed to the world. She went to Germany with the help of her friend/childhood crush, Paul Schmidt. Finally, for the first time, she was able to breathe without any baggage until the day her friend asked her out and made her live under the shadows she never deserved. This story has entered Vote ...

He was her boss, and she saw how he played with so many women in bed at night. He knew she loved him, but she's so afraid to accept him—their fate change when he offered her to marry him under a contract agreement. He tried to win her trust, but his Mom and step-sister wanted to destroy them, would be able to fight their love 'till the end? Or would the separate ways after so many trials? *************** One Great Love Chapter 1: HIS LOVER In a large, dark room of a five-star hotel, the curtain was firmly closed. Dirty dishes were scattered on the table. Red wine had been spilled over the floor, which had totally soaked the carpet. In the dim light, two figures could be seen on the messy bed. The woman dug her fingers into the man's hair and gave in to his power. She completely lost herself to sexual pleasure as her body shook with desire. She had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. How could she easily let him go this time? Her charming body rippled. She tried her best to follow him and wanted to keep him. The man tightly hugged the woman, and they tossed around on the bed for hours. It appeared that he was also beginning to sink into the moment. Either that or he was drunk now and didn't know who she was, and so it no longer mattered to him. The noises that could be heard from outside the room were unbearably painful for the listener. Sarah sat on the sofa outside. She could clearly hear the sound from the room even without looking towards it. The door was open, so she could see them from the mirror on the opposite wall. Her heart was broken. The man inside was her boss, and she loved him dearly. The woman inside the room was his mistress. She couldn't say anything about what they did in the hotel because she was just a secretary, inferior to a mistress. Why did he show it to her? Why? He clearly knew she loved him. Sarah grasped the sofa tightly and dug her fingernails into the leather. Despite how sharp the pain was that now coursed through her fingers, it failed to distract her from the deeper pain in her heart. Finally, the alarm clock on the coffee table rang; it had been requested by Charles. He needed to leave the hotel at three o'clock because he had an important meeting in half an hour. As his secretary, Sarah must remind him. Even if he had a private rendezvous with his mistress, Sarah had to follow him. She c...

Metro Girl (Alex Barnaby 1) Read Free Buckle your seat belts. Number one New York Times bestselling author, Janet Evanovich, is moving into the fast lane with Metro Girl, a thrilling, high-octane misadventure with high stakes, hot nights, cold-blooded murder, sunken treasure, a woman with a chassis built for speed, and one very good, very sexy NASCAR driver who’s along for the ride."Wild" Bill Barnaby's dropped off the face of the earth and big sister Alex heads for Miami, Bill's last known sighting, on a harrowing hunt to save her brother ... and maybe the world. Truth is, Alex has been bailing her brother out of trouble since they were kids. Not that Bill's a bad sort. More that he acts first and thinks later. Unfortunately, this time around, Wild Bill will be Dead Bill if Alex doesn't find him in time.Alex blasts through the bars of South Beach and points her search to Key West and Cuba, laying waste to Miami hit men, dodging Palmetto bugs big enough to eat her alive, and putting the pedal to the metal with NASCAR driver Sam Hooker.Engaged in a deadly race, Wild Bill's "borrowed" Hooker's sixty-five foot Hatteras and sailed off into the sunset ... just when Hooker has plans for the boat. Hooker figures he'll attach himself to Alex and maybe run into Bill. Maybe Hooker can salvage what's left of his vacation. And maybe Hooker'll get lucky in love with Bill's sweetie pie sister. After all, Hooker is NASCAR Guy. And NASCAR Guy is good at revving a woman’s engine.The race to the finish is hot and hard, taking Alex and Hooker into international waters, exposing a plot to grab Cuban gold and a sinister relic of the Cuban missile crises.Creative cussing and sexual innuendo included. *************** ONE Just because I know how to change a guy’s oil doesn’t mean I want to spend the rest of my life on my back, staring up his undercarriage. Been there, done that. Okay, so my dad owns a garage. And okay, I have a natural aptitude for rebuilding carburetors. There comes a time in a girl’s life when she needs to trade in her mechanic’s overalls for a pair of Manolo Blahnik stilettos. Not that I can afford a lot of Manolos, but it’s a goal, right? My name is Alexandra Barnaby, and I worked in my dad’s garage in the Canton section of Baltimore all through high school and during summer breaks when I was in college. It’s not a big fancy garage, but it holds its own, and my dad has a reputation for being an honest mechanic. When I was twelve my dad taught me how to use an acetylene torch. After I mastered welding, he gave me some spare parts and our old lawn mower, and I built myself a go-cart. When I was sixteen, I started rebuilding a ten-year-old junker Chevy. I turned it into a fast car. And I raced it in the local stocks for two years. “And here she comes, folks,” the announcer would say. “Barney Barnaby. Number sixteen, the terror of Baltimore County. She’s coming up on the eight car. She’s going to the inside. Wait a minute, I see flames coming from sixt

Moonlight in the Morning (Edilean 6) Read Free Sparks are flying between Jecca Layton and Dr. Tristan Aldredge. At the urging of her dear friend Kim, Jecca put the ruthless New York City art world on hold to spend the summer pursuing her passion for painting while enjoying Edilean's tightly knit artistic community. For years, Kim's cousin Tris -- the town's handsome and dedicated doctor -- felt a deep connection to Kim's college "sister" Jecca, though they had met only once before. Now, Jecca is swept off her feet by this strong, sensitive man in a summer of sensual delights. But when long shadows announce Jecca's return to "real life" and the big city, the lovers must decide: Can they survive the distance? And who will sacrifice the life they've created for themselves to be together? *************** Prologue New Jersey 2004 “Dad,” Jecca said to her father, Joe Layton, “I want to go to Virginia to see Kim. It’s only for two weeks, and you can run the store without me.” She knew she sounded like a whiny little girl and not the mature nineteen-year-old woman she was, but her dad did that to her. “Jecca, you spent all year at that college with your friend. You lived with her and that other girl. What’s her name?” “Sophie.” “Right. I don’t see why you can’t spare your old dad a few weeks.” Parental guilt! Jecca thought and clenched her hands into fists. Her father was brilliant at it. He had perfected it to an art form. That she was spending the entire summer working for him in the family hardware store never seemed to enter his mind. She’d already been home from college for two whole months now and her father hadn’t taken a single day off—and he expected his daughter to be at the store alongside him. She was the one who closed the gap when one by one all the other employees took their vacations. But Jecca didn’t consider taking care of the hundreds of do-it-yourselfers as what her father called “being together,” since the only “conversation” they had was when he asked if the new router bits had come in. Jecca appreciated all her father did for her and she wanted to see him, but she also wanted some time off. She wanted fourteen whole days to do only what she wanted to. Put on a bikini and lie by a pool. Flirt with boys. Talk to Kim about . . . well, about everything in life. Time to dream about her future. She was studying art at school as she wanted to be a painter. Kim said there was some magnificent scenery around her home in Virginia, and Jecca wanted to put it all on paper. The plan was perfect—except that her father wouldn’t agree. She didn’t want to cause any anger by openly defying him, so all she could do was plead for his permission. As she watched him stack boxes of wood screws, she thought of her last e-mail from Kim. “You should spend some time at Florida Point,” Kim had written. “If you climb to the top you can see across two counties. Some of the boys, including my idiot brother, strip off and jump into the pool at the bottom. It’s a

Wild Heat (Hot Shots: Men of Fire 1) Read Free HE'S A HOTSHOT FIREFIGHTER ADDICTED TO RISK. SHE'S THE SULTRY BEAUTY HE NEVER SAW COMING.Maya Jackson doesn't sleep with strangers. Until the night grief sent her to the nearest bar and into the arms of the most explosive lover she's ever had. Six months later, the dedicated arson investigator is coming face to face with him again. Gorgeous, grinning Logan Cain. Her biggest mistake. Now her number-one suspect in a string of deadly wildfires. Risking his life on a daily basis is what gets Logan up in the morning. As leader of the elite Tahoe Pines Hotshot Crew, he won't back down from a blaze-or from beautiful, lethal Maya Jackson. She may have seduced him with her tears and her passion, but it'll be a cold day in hell before Logan lets down his guard again. Until Maya's life is threatened. With his natural-born hero instincts kicking in, Logan vows to protect the woman sworn to bring him down. And as desire reignites, nothing-not the killer fire or the killer hot on their trail-can douse the flames.... *************** CHAPTER ONE MAYA JACKSON was going to find the bastard who'd killed her little brother and she was going to make him pay. But first she had to take care of the details. The stupid, goddamned details. She turned the key in the lock of Tony's cottage on the edge of the Tahoe National Forest and her throat grew tight. How could he be dead? Gone. As of Tuesday, November 15, 2:09 A.M., Tony was nothing but ashes, the remains of his bones and skin and spirit lost in the rubble of an apartment building on Lake Tahoe Boulevard. Three days ago he'd walked through flames to save a couple of stoned ski bums. And he'd died a hero. At twenty-three. Tony's landlord needed the place cleared out to show to potential tenants. He'd been nice about it; if she couldn't come for a week or two he'd be happy to stash everything of value in a storage shed behind the building. Maya had wanted to throw the telephone through a window. Everything of value was already gone. Standing on the top slate step, Maya forced herself to open the cottage door. All she needed to do was pack up Tony's T-shirts and jeans and books and shaving cream and she could get the hell out of there. But it wasn't that simple. Because the last time she'd been in Tahoe it had been her brother's birthday. Two months ago he'd been having the time of his life up in the Sierras, fighting fires, bagging babes, hitting the slopes when the powder was fresh. Images of her brother and father tangled up inside her head as she held on to the doorknob like it was a lifeline. Judd Jackson had also been a firefighter. A hotshot, one of the elite who put out the fires everyone else ran from. As a kid she'd marked time by her father's presence. For six months he'd be there every day. Making her breakfast. Taking her to school. Kicking a soccer ball with her and Tony in the backyard until they were called in to dinner. She'd loved falling asleep to the roug

The Mark of a Rogue (Scandalous Sons 2) Read Free Read the next sizzling installment in the Scandalous Sons series. The path to true love begins in the most unlikely place. A late-night encounter in a graveyard. When Lawrence Trent, illegitimate son of Viscount Ranfield, discovers someone is secretly tending his brother’s grave, he feels compelled to investigate. Since his brother’s mysterious death, he’s been plagued by suspicions of murder and is desperate to find proof. Imagine his surprise when he encounters a young woman in the churchyard at midnight. Imagine his shock when she instructs him to strip off his shirt, demands to see if he bears the mark of the notorious gentleman’s club known as the Brethren.  A lady who needs to atone. Believing herself responsible for the deaths of her cousin and his friend, Miss Verity Vale can do nothing to make amends other than pay her respects. Having suffered at the hands of a Brethren blackguard, too, she is helpless when it comes to seeking justice. Until an encounter with a handsome stranger brings a perfect opportunity for vengeance. A wild and passionate adventure for two people who never hoped to find love. Thrown together in a bid to solve the mystery and find those who killed their kin, Lawrence and Verity journey into an evil world of blackmail and corruption. But it’s not the shocking revelations about the Brethren that send their hearts racing. It’s their growing attraction to each other. Can love blossom when the Brethren are determined to tear them apart?Find out in The Mark of a Rogue. Features: Regency historical romance novel Contains some descriptive sex scenes bursting with love and passion A satisfying mystery with a wicked villain you’ll love to hate. What Amazon readers said about Book 1 in the Scandalous Sons series. “One of my very favorite authors, Adele Clee brilliantly creates a story with all of the facets of intrigue, suspense, fear and two characters who wrap around your heart.”“Adele Clee does a great job mixing in an intriguing mystery with a love story about two people who aren’t expecting love but find it anyway.”“WOW! Just Wow! This was such an emotional rollercoaster of a story! A gritty second chance at love full of passion, sorrow, betrayals, villains bent on murder, mystery and intrigue, hope, and a love so deep that never dies.” *************** Chapter One Most people tended graves during the daylight hours, pulled weeds, laid pretty posies and poured out their hearts to a cold headstone. Most people said a few prayers in church, conversed with the vicar, left feeling that they had done right by the departed, done their duty for the next month at least. Few entered a graveyard in the dead of night when the sky was clear and the moon full. Many believed ghosts lurked behind the stone monuments. That the deceased wandered these morbid places searching for the peace denied them in life. When the wind howled, did it not soun

In a novel filled with exhilarating action and lush imagery, Faith Hunter portrays a near-future world, caught in the throes of an ambiguous apocalypse, where a woman with everything to hide finds her destiny revealed....No one thought the apocalypse would be like this. The world didn't end. And the appearance of seraphs heralded three plagues and a devastating war between the forces of good and evil. More than a hundred years later, the earth has plunged into an ice age, and seraphs and demons fight a never-ending battle while religious strife rages among the surviving humans.Thorn St. Croix is no ordinary neomage. All the others of her kind, mages who can twist leftover creation energy to their will, were gathered together into Enclaves long ago. There, they live in luxurious confinement, isolated from humans and exploited for their magic. When Thorn's powers nearly drive her insane, she escapes - and lives as a fugitive, disguised as a human, channeling her gifts for war into stone-magery and the pacific tasks of jewelry making. But when Thaddeus Bartholomew, a dangerously attractive policeman, shows up on her doorstep and accuses her of kidnapping her ex-husband, she retrieves her weapons and risks revealing her identity to find him. And for Thorn, the punishment for revelation is death....

Description of book "My Psycho Bodyguard" Knowing by everyone but ignored by only one. Ace feels like it's an insult for him but it's not like she cares Only bonded by a contract but to take her revenge she's here. "Are you a turtle?",says Ace Carter. "Yes since you became a chameleon.",says Erika Bailey. Their fight ends nowhere. Everything seems like a dream but not really. A mystery is yet to explore that is a mixture of sour and spicy turning point. But but but it's not the ending but just the trial.

Ruthless Bastard (Dangerous Love 3) Read Free *************** Prologue Kinsley Knight’s lush body was temptation. Her pouty lips, pure seduction. And the lust in her eyes pulled Rhett West in until she left him dizzy. She was also totally off limits. The blistering heat on the tropical island remained, even though the sun had gone down hours ago. Rhett’s entire inner circle of friends were celebrating tonight. His two childhood friends, and fellow detectives, Boone Knight and Asher Sullivan, were standing at the bar ordering up another round of drinks. On the beach, twirling on the makeshift dance floor, was Asher’s wife, and Kinsley’s best friend, the vivacious Remy, with her bright green eyes and sunny blond hair. The gorgeous blonde with hazel eyes full of happiness, and wearing the white wedding dress, was Peyton, Boone’s new wife. And among them were all of Boone and Peyton’s family, as they’d all come to witness the intimate ceremony, which also included a week-long trip in the tropics. Tomorrow they’d all leave, while Boone and Peyton stayed for another week to enjoy their honeymoon. Rhett was counting down the hours. All week long, Kinsley was getting in his head, making him want things he shouldn’t. With the bulb lights twinkling off the trees they were hung in, Kinsley spun, her arms in the air, when suddenly she caught him looking at her. A slight smile curved her lips. The temptress knew exactly what she did to him and played on that, and the fun way she danced shifted. She held his gaze, slowing rolling her hips, her dress flowing with the curves of her body, hardening Rhett to steel. He shouldn’t take the bait, but he couldn’t help himself either. He leaned back in his chair and sipped his scotch, watching every sexy move she made. She spun around, her gorgeous ass moving slowly, the satiny dress revealing every perfect curve. When she turned back again, and gave him a little smile, he groaned and polished off his second glass of scotch. For the past three years, after retiring from the military, he’d worked as a detective for the Stoney Creek Police Department, and he took pleasure where he could find it, ensuring he kept Kinsley at arm’s length. But it was this damn tropical island. Seeing her strutting around in a string bikini with barely anything covering her had fueled his desire for her. He wanted a taste of her sun-kissed skin. And she knew it. “Something caught your eye?” “Shut up.” Rhett snorted, glancing at Asher. His friend’s light green eyes were all but twinkling as he took a seat beside him. No one except Asher knew that Rhett had a soft spot for Kinsley. Rhett had never told him, but Asher always had a way of reading people. Those people skills made him a damn good detective. Luckily, Asher only hinted that he knew; he never came outright and said the truth Rhett wanted to avoid. “Shouldn’t you be dancing with your wife?” Rhett asked, giving him a shove to go away. Asher grinned. “And miss this fine show happening o

Hoax (The Scarab Beetle 5) Read Free *************** Salt and Sand I dreamed of eating McNuggets with Raven while we watched SpongeBob. I dreamed of kissing Marc in a pool of black water. I saw Brandon and Corey, the three of us holding hands while being photographed. Axel was there, with a hurt expression. I dreamed I couldn’t breathe. Blake was next to me, also not breathing, his face turning blue. At some point, like a wave of icy seawater hitting my heart, I realized all at once I had killed Blake in my dream, if not by my own hands, then by my own inaction. I was powerless. Blake nudged my arm, waking me up. “Kayli. We should go,” he said. “We’ve got a ship to catch.” The anger faded, but as it receded, in came the realization that my body was itchy, and I was sore from head to toe. When my eyes opened and the blur cleared, I spotted a clock radio on a side table, glaring three in the morning. I groaned, burying my head in the pillow, mumbling curses into it. Never an early riser, I wanted to retreat, even back to my dark dreams, just to find that numbness that sleep provided. I wanted to hide from the world because it was a confusing mess and I was too tired to make sense of it. I felt Blake’s touch on my shoulder and then I realized it was his lips kissing my skin. “Come on. You can sleep once we’re there.” His kiss drew me out of my internal gloom, but at the price of having to deal with the soreness and itchiness. My eyes didn’t want to open, but I moved to try to sit up. My long brown hair was clumped and dry, stiff, like I’d used a ton of hairspray and teased it. My stomach and breasts were raw, the skin irritated. The bed was gritty with sand. My heart was a tight ball of misery. I was surprised to find myself mostly naked, only in underwear. He must have removed the shirt I’d been wearing after… I sat up sharply. I rubbed the grit from my dry and crusted eyes, looking around and realizing we were in a hotel room. What the hell? Not a nice hotel room, either, but one that was run-down and reeked of smoke, probably the cause of my burning eyes. How did we get here? And why were we getting up in the middle of the night? Beside me, Blake got out of bed, his feet padding on the carpet toward the bathroom. He flipped a light switch. The orange glow of the overhead lights was too bright for my sore eyes, but I focused on a dark corner until they adjusted. Blake was in his early twenties, just a little older than me. He was wealthy, a part of Charleston’s elite who moved within their polished world. He seemed the playboy type, well put-together with expensive clothes, perfectly cut hair and manicured nails. I stretched, trying to figure out why we were here and what was going on. My brain became distracted by his naked body. I stared blankly, tired as I was, at his nude form. His sculpted shoulders were covered in patches of red, irritated skin. His normally groomed golden hair was a mess—stringy, with patches of it stuck to his head. He tu

After escaping the claws of Corrigan, the Lord Alpha of the Brethren, Mack is trying to lead a quiet lonely life in Inverness in rural Scotland, away from anyone who might happen to be a shapeshifter. However, when she lands a job at an old bookstore owned by a mysterious elderly woman who not only has a familiar passion for herbal lore but also seems to know more than she should, Mack ends up caught in a maelstrom between the Ministry of Mages, the Fae and the Brethren.Now she has to decide between staying hidden and facing the music, as well as confronting her real feelings for the green eyed power of Corrigan himself. Chapter One I sensed it was about to happen before I felt it. The entrance to the little cellar was small and cramped and there was no other way to manoeuvre out the next barrel without awkwardly bending over and yanking it out on its rim. I snapped my hand round my back to catch the offending fingers that seemed to think that pinching my backside was acceptable, but instead just succeeded in letting go of the beer keg and letting it drop heavily onto my protesting foot. Shrieking suddenly in pain, I sprang backwards, colliding with my would-be attacker. He let out an exhaled ooph and staggered backwards whilst I spun around on one foot, trying to ignore the sharp throbbing hurt in my other one. I grabbed hold of his grubby shirt collar and shoved him against the wall. It was Derek, one of the regulars. "What the fuck are you playing at?" I leaned closer to him and snatched his fingers with my right hand, squeezing them hard, and keeping hold of his shirt with my left. He breathed out again, a cloudy breath of stale beer covering my face. I moved my face to the side in disgust and tightened my grip further. "Jaysus, sweetheart, you need to chill out," he gasped. The heat inside me rose. Taking liberties with roving hands was one thing, but calling me sweetheart was something else entirely different. "Chill out? Chill the fuck out? Watch me chill you out, sweetheart." I let go of his hand and reached over to snatch the half-empty glass of ice and whiskey that he'd been clutching in his sweaty paw, scooping it up in one swift motion and then upturning it over his head. I dropped the glass dramatically on the floor and it shattered into several pieces. Derek wrenched away from both me and the wall, hands immediately running up to his head in an attempt to shake off the ice and droplets of booze from his face and hair. He lashed out with one hand but I was faster than that and easily sprang out of his way, even within the confines of the small cellar. "You fucking bitch." I smiled, deciding I preferred that to sweetheart. Derek, meanwhile, turned back towards me, fist raised. I put my hands on my hips and raised my eyebrows, daring him on. This was going to be fun.

Magic Hour Read Free Dr. Julia Cates was one of the country's preeminent child psychiatrists until a shocking tragedy ruined her career. Retreating to her small western Washington hometown, Julia meets an extraordinary six-year-old girl who has inexplicably emerged from the deep woods nearby—a child locked in a world of unimaginable fear and isolation. To Julia, nothing is more important than saving the girl she now calls Alice. But Julia will need help from others, including the sister she barely knows and a handsome doctor with secrets of his own. What follows will test the limits of Julia's faith and strength, as she struggles to find a home for Alice . . . and for herself. *************** ONE IT WILL ALL BE OVER SOON. Julia Cates had lost count of the times she’d told herself that very thing, but today—finally—it would be true. In a few hours the world would know the truth about her. If she made it downtown, that was. Unfortunately, the Pacific Coast Highway looked more like a parking lot than a freeway. The hills behind Malibu were on fire again; smoke hung above the rooftops and turned the normally bright coastal air into a thick brown sludge. All over town terrified babies woke in the middle of the night, crying gray-black tears and gasping for breath. Even the surf seemed to have slowed down, as if exhausted by the unseasonable heat. She maneuvered through the cranky, stop-and-go traffic, ignoring the drivers who flipped her off and cut in front of her. It was expected; in this most dangerous of seasons in Southern California, tempers caught fire as easily as backyards. The heat made everyone edgy. Finally, she exited the freeway and drove to the courthouse. Television vans were everywhere. Dozens of reporters huddled on the courthouse steps, microphones and cameras at the ready, waiting for the story to arrive. In Los Angeles it was becoming a daily event, it seemed; legal proceedings as entertainment. Michael Jackson. Courtney Love. Robert Blake. Julia turned a corner and drove to a side entrance, where her lawyers were waiting for her. She parked on the street and got out of the car, expecting to move forward confidently, but for a terrible second she couldn’t move. You’re innocent, she reminded herself. They’ll see that. The system will work. She forced herself to take a step, then another. It felt as if she were moving through invisible wires, fighting her way uphill. When she made it to the group, it took everything she had to smile, but one thing she knew: it looked real. Every psychiatrist knew how to make a smile look genuine. “Hello, Dr. Cates,” said Frank Williams, the lead counsel on her defense team. “How are you?” “Let’s go,” she said, wondering if she was the only one who heard the wobble in her voice. She hated that evidence of her fear. Today, of all days, she needed to be strong, to show the world that she was the doctor they’d thought she was, that she’d done nothing wrong. The team coiled protectively around her. She a

The Lies We Tell (The Four 1) Read Free Starting over after my father’s sudden death was bad enough, but the four boys who rule Alstone College, my new university, are determined to make my life even more difficult. One in particular. Caiden Cavendish.My nightmare. My shadow. My stepbrother.My dad’s death was an accident... Lie.My life isn’t in danger... Lie.The Four won’t bring mayhem to my life... Lie.I don’t want Caiden Cavendish... Lie.Lies.Lies.Lies.Eeny, meeny, miny, mo.The Four are coming for you, Snow.Note: This book is not a standalone, and may contain triggers for some readers. *************** PROLOGUE One year ago… At Alstone College, we were kings. Untouchable. People called us “the Four.” How fucking original. We’d had the nickname since we’d first banded together at school—me, Zayde, and Cassius, all fourteen, and my brother Weston, thirteen. Now, with all of us at university and living together, we were closer than ever. Yeah, only me and Weston were related by blood, but they were all my brothers. Truth was, I didn’t have time for many people, other than my boys. Women were good for one thing, and if it didn’t involve a willing pussy or having my dick sucked, I wasn’t interested. Speaking of… “Time’s up.” I clapped my hands, startling the two topless blondes making out in front of me. They drew apart, heavy-lidded with arousal and the effects of the alcohol and weed they’d been smoking. One of the women continued to fondle the tits of the other, moaning, but my dick didn’t even stir. This shit was getting old, fast. I took another drag of my blunt. “Didn’t you hear me? Out. Now.” I pointed at the door, and they got the message. Fucking finally. “You sending away perfectly good pussy?” Cassius wandered in, grabbing the blunt from my hand and taking a huge drag. “Wasn’t that good, believe me.” He raised a sceptical brow. “How much have you had to drink?” I glanced at the empty bottle of Jack, thrown next to me on the sofa. “Shit. All of it.” “Brewer’s droop. Too much alcohol decreases the blood flow to your dick.” Cassius nodded sagely, as if he was a fucking medical expert. “That’s why you sent them away. Couldn’t get it up.” “Fuck off.” “Nah, think I’ll stay.” He slumped down next to me, throwing his legs onto the coffee table, knocking my phone onto the floor. “Watch it, mate.” I heard the door slam as I swiped my phone from under the coffee table, as Weston and Zayde burst into the room. Something, a premonition, had me sitting bolt upright, the haze from the drugs temporarily clearing as adrenaline raced through me. Weston spoke two words, his voice calm and measured, but his eyes showed the underlying worry he was trying to hide. “Code blue.” Fuck. ONE “Kinslee, I need you to be my guide in everything. What or who do I need to know?” I stood, hands on hips, watching my housemate as she blew out a breath, tapping her lip in thought. “Nothing specific I can think of right now, but stick with me and you’ll be fine. First, and mos

To Distraction (Bastion Club 5) Read Free *************** Chapter 1 London Late April, 1816 “Dear Deverell, of course I know exactly the right lady for you.” Head high, Audrey Deverell swayed back on the stool on which she was perched, narrowed her eyes at the canvas she was daubing, then delicately touched the tip of her brush to one spot. Apparently satisfied, she regained her equilibrium and looked down at the palette balanced on her arm. “I’m only surprised it’s taken you so long to ask.” Seated in a well-cushioned wicker armchair beside the wide windows through which the afternoon sun washed across his aunt’s “studio,” Jocelyn Hubert Deverell, 7th Viscount Paignton, known to all as simply Deverell, watched Audrey select another hue to add to her creation—a landscape featuring what he thought was supposed to be a single large oak. The last time he’d visited, a mere few months ago, this room had been devoted to basket weaving. When he’d been shown in and had discovered Audrey sitting on a high stool before a canvas on an easel, her long, thin frame swathed in a dun-colored smock with a black beret atop her brassy curls, he’d had to fight a grin, one she, who took each of her outlandish pursuits absolutely seriously, would not have appreciated. His only paternal aunt, much younger than her three brothers, of whom his father had been the eldest, Audrey was in her late forties. A determinedly confirmed spinster, she frequently pursued the outrageous. Nevertheless, being a Deverell and comfortably well-to-do, she remained an accepted member of the haut ton. Even though her more conventional friends, all long married, often displayed a certain jealousy over Audrey’s flamboyant freedom, she was much sought after, if nothing else to add color and verve to said matrons’ entertainments. Audrey’s audacious unconventionality had from his earliest years drawn Deverell to her; he felt infinitely closer to her than to any of his other aunts—three maternal and two by marriage. Consequently, now that he quite clearly needed the sort of assistance aunts provided gentlemen such as he, it was Audrey to whom he’d turned. He hadn’t, however, expected quite such a definite answer. Caution made him hesitate, but recollection of his state made him ask, “This lady—” “Is quite perfect in every way. She’s of excellent family, attractive and lively, suffers from no affliction, physical or mental, is well dowered, correctly and appropriately educated, and I can personally vouch for her understanding.” That last had him arching a brow. “A connection?” Audrey flashed him a smile. “She’s one of my goddaughters. I have a small platoon of them.” She refocused on her painting. “Goodness knows why, but a multitude of my friends named me godparent to their offspring. I often wondered if they thought, childless as I am, that I shouldn’t be allowed to escape the nurturing role entirely.” Deverell thought that only too likely. “This lady—” “Will make you an outstanding wife. Trust

Ambition (Private 7) Read Free *************** This one's for all the readers who have e-mailed me with their encouraging words, keen questions, and even keener insight. It's in- credible to know that this series has such dedicated and intelligent fans. Keep it coming! I sat in the front row of folding chairs in the Great Room of Mitchell Hall and stared at the gray, unfeeling faces that hovered over the long table before me. The gray faces that would decide my fate. Our fate. The fate of Billings House. They were all against us. I could feel it, right in the pit of my gut-- this torturous sensation like some large rodent was kicking in my stomach, gnawing greedily at my heart and lungs. And as if the vociferous organ-muncher wasn't enough, I was also in pain. Real pain. My lungs were raw from inhaling tons of smoke in the underground tunnel outside Gwendolyn Hall, the remnants of the charred building still billowing plumes into the air at the edge of Easton Academy's campus. My face hurt as if it had been repeatedly and mer- cilessly slapped. My head was being intermittently pierced by an invisible ice pick. My eyes were so dry that every time I blinked, my lids stuck to them for one brief, excruciating moment before popping wide open again. I tried not to close them, but that just made them drier. This was my punishment, my penance for last night. For sneaking out and going to the Legacy instead of staying home with Josh. For downing all those frothy pink drinks. For hooking up with my best friend's boyfriend. For breaking the heart of the guy I loved. The only guy I had ever truly loved. Josh was behind me somewhere in the expectant crowd. The whole school had gathered to hear what would become of Billings. The anticipation in the air was so thick I could feel its warmth on my neck. Or maybe that was just Constance Talbot's panicked breathing. Either way, my heart started to pound as Headmaster Cromwell finished listing the grievances against Billings. I had al- ready lost Josh. I couldn't lose Billings. Not now. Billings House was my home. I needed my home. "These infractions are grievous," Headmaster Cromwell said. His white hair was perfectly coiffed, his square jaw as imperious as ever, but under the harsh fluorescents I could see every crag in his face, every wrinkle. He lifted a page of stark white paper and read from it. "Hazing, initiation ceremonies, fighting, ignoring curfew on several occasions--" "But that wasn't us. That was all Cheyenne," London Simmons complained under her breath, as if she and most of the rest of my friends hadn't gone right along with all of it. London sat a few seats to my left, next to Vienna Clark, to whom she was always at- tached at the hip. They wore matching black suits as if they were attending a funeral. Although no decent person would ever show that much cleavage at a funeral. "Ignoring my strict mandate to remain on campus the night of Sunday, October thirty-first," Cromwell continued. "And, most e

Fake (The Scarab Beetle 3) Read Free *************** STOLEN It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen Wil. I spent time during the days after returning from Florida helping Corey, Brandon and Marc clearing out the inside of a house in downtown Charleston, making it habitable for a family to move in. From dawn until well after dark, I stripped wood and removed tiles to replace it with carpet, and then spent the rest of my days in a blur, doing whatever they told me to do. At night, I was so tired, I fell into bed. Staying focused on work was how I didn’t feel like a failure of an older sister. I was now in Corey’s room; it had become my retreat. We’d been waiting for Mr. Blackbourne’s team at the school to find my brother, to make contact, so we could start to follow him. He said we should follow him, because if he was involved with Mr. Hendricks, there could be something Wil was involved in and we needed to know what it was before we jumped in. Word had it though that Wil had been spotted in the hallways by other students. That was good. At least he was still alive. I rolled over as I forced out my worries, feeling my sore arms tense and strain before I relaxed. Sometime in the night, a body materialized next to me. When my eyes opened partially, the outline seemed to be Corey, with his broad shoulders sticking out from under the blanket. How long had he been up at the computer? What was he working on? Lately, he stayed up super late, and often got up before I woke. I’d find him at the computer then, too. I made room for him at first. But the apartment was freezing; the sheet and thin blanket weren’t enough. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I rolled over close, pressing my front up against his back. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. His skin was smooth, warm to the touch. I tried not to be too weird, but I was too out of it and too cold to be overly concerned with personal space. He turned over, slightly, twisting to talk over his shoulder. “Cold?” The whisper was a little hoarse. I’d woken him. “Yeah.” He moaned, throaty and deep. He flipped over and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me in until I could curl up tight to his bare chest. My cheek mashed up against his skin, right over his heart, cushioned by his muscles, but I could still feel his heartbeat. “This going to be enough?” he asked in the same tone. “Or do we need another blanket?” “Mmm,” I said. Body heat would work. I was mildly amused. For a gay guy, he really was adorable and sweet. It was just like a cozy hug. He didn’t respond. His breathing slowed, settling again. I readjusted my face, and my eyelashes swept across his skin as I was staring blankly at nothing at all. Some of the guilt had already faded, and I welcomed the numbness in the moment. No one complained about me being here. In fact, they all seemed relieved. It was strange to me to feel like I was wanted somewhere. But now what was I going to do? I couldn’t just mooch off of them forever. I couldn’t go back to stealing wallets. I

A rare hybrid of vampire and werewolf, Riley Jenson and her twin brother, Rhoan, work for Melbourne’s Directorate of Other Races, an organization created to police the supernatural races–and protect humans from their depredations. While Rhoan is an exalted guardian, a.k.a. assassin, Riley is merely an office worker–until her brother goes missing on one of his missions. The timing couldn’t be worse. More werewolf than vampire, Riley is vulnerable to the moon heat, the weeklong period before the full moon, when her need to mate becomes all-consuming...Luckily Riley has two willing partners to satisfy her every need. But she will have to control her urges if she’s going to find her brother….Easier said than done as the city pulses with frenzied desire, and Riley is confronted with a very powerful–and delectably naked–vamp who raises her temperature like never before.In matters carnal, Riley has met her match. But in matters criminal, she must follow her instincts not only to find her brother but to stop an unholy harvest. For someone is doing some shifty cloning in an attempt to produce the ultimate warrior–by tapping into the genome of nonhumans like Rhoan. Now Riley knows just how dangerous the world is for her kind–and just how much it needs her.

Cold as Ice (Ice 2) Read Free *************** 1 Genevieve Spenser adjusted her four-hundred-dollar sunglasses, smoothed her sleek, perfect chignon and stepped aboard the powerboat beneath the bright Caribbean sun. It was early April, and after a long, cold, wet winter in New York City she should have been ready for the brilliant sunshine dancing off the greeny blue waters. Unfortunately she wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it. For one thing, she didn’t want to be there. She had a six-week sabbatical from her job as junior partner in the law firm of Roper, Hyde, Camui and Fredericks, and she’d been looking forward to something a great deal different. In two days’ time she’d be in the rain forests of Costa Rica with no makeup, no contact lenses, no high heels and no expectations to live up to. She’d been so ready to shed her protective skin that this final task seemed like an enormous burden instead of the simple thing it was. The Grand Cayman Islands were on her way to Central America. Sort of. And one extra day wouldn’t make any difference, Walter Fredericks had told her. Besides, what red-blooded, single, thirty-year-old female would object to spending even a short amount of time with People magazine’s Sexiest Man of the Year, billionaire division? Harry Van Dorn was gorgeous, charming and currently between wives, and the law firm that represented the Van Dorn Foundation needed some papers signed. This was perfect for everyone. Serendipity. Genevieve didn’t exactly think so, but she kept her mouth shut. She’d learned diplomacy and tact in the last few years since Walt Fredericks had taken her under his wing. She pulled out her pale gray Armani suit, put on the seven-hundred-dollar Manolo Blahnik shoes she hadn’t even blinked at buying—the shoes that hurt her feet, made her tower over most men and matched the Armani and nothing else. When she first brought them home she’d emerged from her corporate daze long enough to look at the price tag and burst into tears. What had happened to the idealistic young woman who was determined to spend her life helping people? The rescuer, who spent her money on the oppressed, not on designer clothing? Unfortunately she knew the answer, and she didn’t want to dwell on it. In her tightly controlled life she’d learned to look forward rather than back. The shoes were beautiful and she told herself she deserved them. And she’d brought them to see Harry Van Dorn, as part of her protective armor. They didn’t make climbing down into the launch any easier, but she managed with a modicum of grace. Genevieve hated boats. She rarely got seasick, but she always felt vaguely trapped. She could see the massive white shape of the Van Dorn yacht against the brilliant horizon; it looked more like a mansion than a boat, and maybe she could simply ignore the sea surrounding them and pretend they were in a fancy restaurant. She was good at ignoring unpleasant facts—she’d learned the hard way that that was what you had to do to surv

When Gravity Falls Year 5000 and Earth became wasted. People reached the stage of evolution where they possess abilities compared to the past. For humanities to survive, sciences found its way, and most population invaded different planets for survival. Michelle, a simple woman had to do her sister’s wish, to become a soldier of ‘the gold’, an organization that leads and govern the whole race. Trained for battles, a single Academy was founded thousands of years before then. With professionals, they are shaping new generations. A fine Academy; located on the Earth’s moon. Michelle had the goal of keeping silent and normal but something unexpected happened. Someone was killed after the Academy’s recklessness and it all started, when gravity falls. Without having the answer, Michelle and her friends had to investigate. But with their curiosity, it brought them into a great harm. To get away from the crucial point; Hella, a friend of Michelle had to send themselves into the past for the better. Sadly, with unmastered ability of her, they were sent not by 5 days before their current time but rather, thousands of years ago. A thousands of years where humans don’t have abilities like them, everything was all at peace. With this unexpected, how are they going to survive? Will they be able to come back from where they belong? What if Michelle after staying on the past for years coped up with a way to be back? Is she going to take her way out from the past if she’s in love with a guy who doesn’t belong to her time but rather her history? *************** Chapter One ：Chapter 1 The Start With unknown airborne virus escaped, it killed billion of people. As the virus mutate, the more people it kills, leaving humanity’s species into an almost extinction. For the survivors, they lived and grow but something unusual are happening through decades. The spring of virus’ survivors experienced sudden changes at the age of 12. At first, it was an ability that can be taken lightly but as years passes by, it became a global misunderstanding, each became clueless on what they can do. Wars started once more and after getting settled on their childish reason to prove who’s the greatest, 10 countries from each continent where humanity lives formed an alliance for peace, they call it, ‘the gold’. With the greatest from their powers, they stopped the feud and restored the peace. They also managed to give what’s clueless on many and as they ruled, the abnormal became normal and by year 2500, it was declared as the THE CHANGE where what humans can do are not the same as the old. Year 5000, people instead of hanging and taking care of the so called ‘man’s bestfriend’ on the late millennium, it was replaced by grand technologies, humanoid one that serves purpose above what human can’t do. Walking on the side way of the park, it didn’t excite me. Things became more technology-based, from buildings, infrastructures and even policemen that serves the law, we call them copnology or

Scandals Bride (Cynster 3) Read Free *************** Prologue December 1, 1819 Casphairn Manor, the Vale of Casphairn Galloway Hills, Scotland She'd never had a vision like it before. Eyes-blue, blue-blue as the skies over Merrick's high head, blue as the cornflowers dotting the vale's fields. They were the eyes of a thinker, far-sighted yet focused. Or the eyes of a warrior. Catriona awoke, almost surprised to find herself alone. From the depths of her big bed, she scanned her familiar surrounds, the thick velvet curtains half shrouding the bed, their mates drawn tight across the windows beyond which the wind murmured, telling tales of the coming winter to any still awake. In the grate, embers gleamed, shedding a glow over polished wood, the soft sheen of the floor, the lighter hues of chair and dresser. It was deep night, the hour between one day and the next. All was reassuringly normal; nothing had changed. Yet it had. Her heart slowing, Catriona tugged the covers about her and considered the vision that had visited her-the vision of a man's face. The details remained strongly etched in her mind. Along with the conviction that this man would mean something, impinge on her life in some vital way. He might even be the one The Lady had chosen for her. The thought was not unwelcome. She was, after all, twenty-two, long past the age when girls invited lovers to their beds, when she might have expected to play her part in that never-ending rite. Not that she regretted that her life had been otherwise, which was just as well, for her path had been set from the instant of her birth. She was "the lady of the vale." The title, one of local custom, was hers and hers alone, none other could claim it. As the only child of her parents, on their deaths, she'd inherited Casphairn Manor, along with the vale and its attendant responsibilities. Her mother had been the same, inheriting manor, lands, and position from her mother before her. Each of her direct female ancestors had been "the lady of the vale." Cocooned in warm down, Catriona smiled. Just what her title meant few outsiders understood. Some thought her a witch-she'd even used the fiction to scare away would be suitors. Both church and state had little love of witches, but the vale's isolation kept her safe, there were few who knew of her existence, and none to question her authority or the doctrine from which it sprang. All the inhabitants of the vale knew what she was, what her position entailed. With roots buried generations deep in the fertile soil, her tenants, all those who lived and worked in the vale, viewed "their lady" as the local representative of The Lady herself, older than time, spirit of the earth that supported them, guardian of their past and their future. They all, each in his own way, paid homage to The Lady and, with absolute and unquestioning confidence, relied on her earthly representative to watch over them and the vale To guard, to protect, to nurture, nourish, and heal-those

MY MYSTERY I have seen so many students in my school running home to meet there family but my own is different,I have heard and seen so many people saying having family is sweet which I could see also but my own is different entirely.have also seen so many children relating, playing and having fun with their parents but my own is also different.....I don't know why my family hates me so much am like a disease to them they hate setting there eyes on me. My life is just a deep hell,my dad started hating me since he started coming to my room at night to touch me all because I usually scream whenever he tries to force himself on me, sometimes I wonder he might succeeded in raping me one day......I would have tell my mum about it but I could not tell her because the way she treats me is more worst. I have prayed severally to God to take my life, instead of leaving me to suffer. I don't know what to do anymore,there is no one to run to.... WILL I EVER BE FREE?? *************** Chapter One ：Chapter 1 My life is in hell CHAPTER 1 Natalia's pov I was enjoying my peaceful sleep,I was still dreaming about me and a guy dancing suddenly I felt my body wet. All my beds were filled with water,all my body was soaked with water. I stood up lazily to check the person and I discovered it was my mum. I checked the time and discovered it was 4am in the morning..... Anyways, that is how I wake up early.I sleep late and still wake up early while Eva, my sister, wakes at 7:30 am. "Mummy good morning ma"I greeted her. "Keep your greetings to yourself you fool, I had woken up to ease myself and I discovered you are still asleep. Are you not supposed to be washing the dishes now huh?" she asked. "Am sorry...am sorry mum" I said and quickly ran out of the room. When I reached the kitchen,I felt a sharp pain in my belly and I already knew that it was a menstrual pain.I usually have pains if I am on my period but my mum does not want to know if I am having pains or not. "I suddenly realised - Omg,ooooh!!! I don't even have a sanitary pad to use . I normally buy it for myself if I have money but It have finished now...I guess I can use a piece of cloth for this time . Because sometimes when I have no money I usually use it and I have almost finished my pads, I normally use cloth for my periods. Let me introduce myself. My name is Natalia James. I am 19 yrs old,I am staying with my parents and I have a younger sister who is 17 yrs,we are not poor in my family let me just say middle class. My mum is a business woman while my Dad is a banker.... With all this they still allow me to hawk cupcakes everyday anytime I am back from school_ I think that is okay about me now. I don't know why my family dislikes me, but I have been asking myself the question since. I saw the plates in the kitchen and I almost passed out.....why are there so many dishes today huh. I picked them and I started washing them, even though I was feeling pains. I guess I'm the only one awake, because I could

White Trash Zombie Apocalypse (White Trash Zombie 3) Read Free Our favorite white trash zombie, Angel Crawford, has enough problems of her own, what with dealing with her alcoholic, deadbeat dad, issues with her not-quite boyfriend, the zombie mafia, industrial espionage and evil corporations. Oh, and it’s raining, and won’t let up.But things get even crazier when a zombie movie starts filming in town, and Angel begins to suspect that it’s not just the plot of the movie that's rotten. Soon she's fighting her way through mud, blood, bullets and intrigue, even as zombies, both real and fake, prowl the streets.Angel’s been through more than her share of crap, but this time she’s in way over her head. She’ll need plenty of brainpower to fit all the pieces—and body parts—together in order to save herself, her town, and quite possibly the human race. *************** Chapter 1 Rain. Lots of it. Not yet, but soon. I hadn’t heard a forecast, and I sure as hell wasn’t psychic, but I’d lived in southeastern Louisiana all my life and felt the coming downpour in my bones. Of course, the really dark, ominous clouds helped a bit too. But that was nothing. Not with zombies roaming the streets of Tucker Point. Several shuffled along the sidewalk, and a dozen or so huddled together, gruesome and shabby, in front of the Sundown Café, one taking a drag from a cigarette through cracked and bloody lips. Apart from the nearby movie crew, the cigarette was a sure sign these were zombie wannabes and not the real thing. No self-respecting zombie would be caught dead smoking. Caught dead. I snorted. But the truth was that zombies were some of the cleanest-living people I knew. Had to be since anything bad for you, like cigarette smoke, drugs, or alcohol, used up precious brains to detoxify the body. And if you didn’t get more brains quickly, you’d start to rot. Not fun. I’d been a pill-popping alcoholic smoker before I was turned. Now the most toxic substance I consumed was coffee. Well, mostly. Every now and then I still took a quick drag for old times sake. I drove slowly, watching with roll-my-eyes amusement as the crew filmed a couple of fake zombies shambling after a shotgun-wielding woman. No stereotypes here. No sirree. The majority of the movie-related activity seemed to be taking place at the back of Tucker Point High School, where school had let out for the summer a week earlier. A couple of eighteen-wheelers were pulled up in the lot on the side, and I saw movie people and equipment all over the blocked-off street ahead as well as on the school grounds to the left. The cop at the end of the street pulled the barricade aside without my having to flash my badge. My Coroner’s Office van was plain black with no markings, but he’d probably been on enough death scenes to know the routine well enough to expect me. His face registered recognition, and he gave me a friendly wave as I passed through. I gave a polite hand lift in response but had no clue if I’d ever seen h

Romance In The Royal Castle Saira the princess who was never liked by her father and sisters because of her dumbness. She can't don anything without getting help from anyone. Her father angrily grounded her in cold palace . Totally devastated, the princess lost her energy and wish to live.In the last night in cold palace she closed her eyes finally. But when she woke up again everything changed and surprised everyone. And also the princess was not the same as before. *************** Chapter One ：Chapter 1 Chapter 1 - The Dumb Princess 　　Princess Saira's POV 　　"Hahaha Saira you are so dumb. I just wonder why are you still alive in this world" Alisa, my eldest sister said with laugh. It is a regular work for them to laugh at me. And I am helpless, I can't even do anything to them. Can't even fight with them for being like this. 　　Then someone slapped my back hard making me fall on ground. I hissed when my elbow bumped on tiled floor hard. 　　"Princess" my maid juhi said with concern. She was the only one who shows concern besides my mother. 　　"Wow a maid showing concern now" this was my second sister Rabina. 　　"How do you feel Saira after ruining father's plan? Shame on you that you can't even talk properly before Prince Arush. At least father did not expect it from you" 　　"Rabina please, whom you are talking? To a dumb one. Do you think a person like prince Arush will give her a second chance?" Alisa interrupt. 　　"Sisters what are you doing to this poor girl?" joined my third sister Merena. She walked toward me and bend down. 　　"How could you guys mock her like that..." She said in scolding tone, "without me?" She added. They laughed altogether while I cried looking down. 　　They are my blood sisters, then why are they so rude to me. I loved them for being my sister but they never returned the same feeling. 　　"Merena you should see her face isn't it disgusting? I wonder why father did not discard her from this city" Alisha made a disgusting face. 　　"Why? Why are you so rude and mean to me. We are sisters" I cried out. 　　Merena grabbed my jaw tightly "you called yourself our sister. Don't you dare. Look at you dumbass, do you think you are eligible to being called as our sister?" 　　"Don't you dare utter that word, you are nothing to us. You brought shame to us for being existing already" Rabina retorted. My heart felt hurt. My own sisters neglect me and abuse me. Why I am so weak and scared. They are ashamed being my sister? Did father think the same way? 　　"Just die Saira. Father will be burden less if you do. Your existence never gave pleasure or happiness to him and because of your stupid dumb mind you always embarrass him before others. Don't you feel a bit of shame?" Alisa glared at me before she turned around and walk towards the exit door. 　　"You don't deserve to live. You don't deserve to being called a princess. You don't deserve to be called as a daughter of king Ashwal. You don't deserve everything you have Saira" Rabina said...

Bad Boys Do (Donovan Brothers Brewery 2) Read Free Olivia Bishop is no fun. That's what her ex-husband said. And that's what her smart bob and glasses imply. So with her trademark determination, Olivia sets out to remake her life. She's going to spend time with her girlfriends and not throw it all away for some man. But when an outing with her book club leads her to a brewery taproom, the dark-haired beauty realizes that trouble in the form of sexy Jamie Donovan may be too tempting to avoid.Jamie Donovan doesn't mean to be bad. Sure, the wild streak in his wicked green eyes has lured the ladies before. Now it's time to grow up. He's even ready for a serious romance. But how can that be when Olivia, the only right woman he has ever met, already has him pegged as wrong? *************** CHAPTER ONE THIS WASN’T A BOOK CLUB; it was a manhunt. Olivia couldn’t believe she’d fallen for it. Actually…she couldn’t believe she’d thrown herself headfirst into it. She’d read the assigned book. Twice. She’d downloaded important discussion points. Made detailed notes. Marked up the pages. And finally, before walking into the brewery, she’d sat in her car for ten minutes, pumping herself up for this first foray into a girls-only gathering. They’re just women like me, she’d assured herself. No need to be intimidated. You’ll fit right in because you’ll all have the book in common. Now here she was, sitting in the barroom of Donovan Brothers Brewery, listening to seven women discuss their current dating lives and sexual adventures. And Olivia, having no dating life or adventurous sex to contribute, sat there like a bump on a log, the book club selection clutched tight in her tense fingers. It wasn’t that she’d never had girlfriends. She’d had a best friend in high school. And one in college. And then…then she’d had her husband. Her ex was as close as she’d gotten to a best friend in the past ten years, and he’d failed pretty spectacularly at that. She needed girlfriends, and she needed them fast. When Gwen Abbey had invited her to join her book club, Olivia had felt honored and relieved. She should’ve known better. Gwen wasn’t exactly the type to opine about literature. Oh, she was smart enough, but her attention flitted about like a hummingbird after a shot of espresso. She might read a book, but Olivia couldn’t imagine her spending two hours talking about it afterward. “I’m so glad you came!” Gwen whispered, putting an arm around Olivia’s shoulders for a quick squeeze. “Isn’t this fun?” “Yes!” Olivia answered, feeling her fingers go numb against the slick cover of the book. She really, really wished she hadn’t posted so many sticky notes in the pages. They fluttered like tiny blue banners under the breeze of the ceiling fan. “Can you even believe how adorable he is?” Olivia glanced automatically toward the bar, where a very young, very handsome man filled glasses at the tap. He was Jamie Donovan, she’d been informed, and his welcoming wave had set the whole table

Star Witch (The Lazy Girl's Guide to Magic 2) Read Free Lights. Camera. Inaction. Ivy Wilde, the laziest witch in the West, is still entangled with the Hallowed Order of Magical Enlightenment. That's not a bad thing, however, because it gives her plenty of excuses to spend more time with sapphire eyed Raphael Winter, her supposed nemesis. And when he comes knocking because he needs her to spy on the latest series of Enchantment, she jumps at the chance. Hanging around a film set can't be hard ... or dangerous ... right? *************** Chapter One Sofa time! I pressed down on the accelerator to speed past the group of women with designer-label shopping bags, whose arms were elegantly raised in the air in an attempt to flag me down, and ignored the repeated pings on my phone that were supposed to alert me to would-be customers. I’d made enough today to pay my bills so I was on my way home to put my feet up. The joys of being self-employed. I can clock off when I want and, darn it, that’s exactly what I was going to do. I turned up the music and grinned happily to myself. If I took the right roads I could be home in fifteen minutes. Then I slammed on the brakes, almost giving myself whiplash in the process. A red-robed witch was standing at the corner up ahead. Hello… I pulled up alongside her and rolled down the window. ‘Where to?’ ‘I thought you weren’t going to stop,’ she said with surprise. ‘I’m heading to the Order headquarters.’ She looked at me nervously as if she were expecting me to decline politely. She obviously didn’t recognise me, but I wasn’t anti-witch. Far from it: I used to avoid the Order like the plague but things are different these days. ‘Excellent!’ I beamed. ‘Hop in.’ She clambered awkwardly into the back, the flaps of her robe almost getting caught in the door. She tugged at them, finally managed to pull them inside with her and we took off. ‘It’s a bit late, isn’t it?’ I enquired. She gazed at me blankly in the rear-view window. ‘Huh?’ ‘For work,’ I said helpfully. ‘It’s a bit late for work.’ She scratched at her arm. ‘I’m on call.’ There was a pause. ‘It’s a confidential matter.’ I almost snorted. I didn’t give two hoots why she was on her way to work at this hour. Nonsensically, the Order still keeps its machinations to itself as much as it possibly can; if they want to hide away from the real world, that’s up to them. I was just trying to make conversation. Frankly, I prefer the more taciturn customer. Sometimes, making the effort to discuss the weather or politics or whatever is just a pain in the arse. I took the back roads, avoiding the rush-hour traffic, and dropped her off right in front of Runic Magic. Another witch was waiting outside and ambled over to get in my taxi. I pretended not to see him and took off down the campus road before he could open the door, keeping my eyes peeled as I went. I knew I was being silly; perhaps I was even verging towards the obsessive. I wasn’t stalking Winter though, I reasoned.

Trust in the Lawe (Colorado Trust 3) Read Free Trust makes all the difference when love and danger collide. Kendra Zelner has three brothers: Eight-year old Noah she's determined to protect, Joel has no clue she exists, and Robert wants her dead. With reason to be distrustful of cops, she takes Noah and flees their Manhattan home for Joel’s ranch in Colorado. Under the pretense of needing a job, she plans to hide out until her twenty-fifth birthday, when she’ll inherit her trust fund and legally gain custody of Noah away from Robert’s greedy hands. Unfortunately, her new-found brother’s sexy, infuriating ranch manager insists on demolishing her defenses and digging into her past. Colton Lawe has good reason to suspect Joel’s beautiful, long-lost sister isn’t what she seems—the little liar stole from him! He silently vows to expose her secrets, but long hours together on the ranch fosters a friendship and attraction neither of them expects. Can Kendra trust Colton with the full truth before Robert tracks them down? *************** Chapter One Kendra Zelner hated the desperation that gnawed at her gut even more than the hunger pains. It’d started the night she’d taken her eight-year-old brother, Noah, and run. But it kept her moving, kept her alert—and made her do things she never would’ve imagined she could do. She was desperate all right. For herself, but more so for Noah, who hid behind a blue Cape Cod house just a few blocks from the bus station, and almost a block away from the car she hoped to steal. No, borrow—it’s not like she planned to keep it. She’d never done anything like this in her twenty-four years. She knew not only the distinct differences between right and wrong, but the subtle ones as well—even if her parents hadn’t been around to teach her. Damn Robert for lowering me to his level. There was nothing subtle about what she planned to do. It was just after five on a Monday morning, and the Boulder, Colorado neighborhood slept through the crimson dawn. She cast her gaze around once more, stress-worn nerves threatening to send her and her shaking hands back into the shadows. But she didn’t have a choice, they had to keep moving; Robert had made sure of that. The rusted maroon four-door was just one of numerous cars she’d checked, but the first with an unlocked door. She opened the passenger side and gave a brief glance at the empty ignition. No, she hadn’t expected to find the keys, but still, she’d hoped. Pushing aside the absurd notion that anything could be that easy for her these days, she opened the glove box and then gaped at the contents. Keys and a wallet. It was like God was telling her to go right ahead. Her hand paused above the keys as her conscience contradicted her mind. More like the devil. She swallowed, cast another nervous look around, and snatched the wallet instead. Flipping it open, she counted the blessed money inside: twenty, thirty, thirty-five. Not much, but certainly enough to get her and Noah something t