To X Who Doesn't Love Me

Damian Graves just wants to get through high school without falling apart. But when another body turns up in Raven Falls with its skull crushed and wrist slashed, he can’t ignore the truth he’s always believed. His dad didn’t die in some wild animal attack like the cops said. He was murdered. Now the past is catching up. His mom, Lilith, used to be a vampire. His dad was heir to the Ravenholtz werewolf clan. And Damian, caught between both bloodlines, might be the one to hold it all together or tear it apart. With his little sister Cassie depending on him, a best friend hiding dangerous secrets, and two different girls pulling his heart in opposite directions, Damian has to figure out who to trust before the next body is his. Dark Fantasy, Supernatural, Werewolf/Vampire Politics TROPE: Hidden Heir, Betrayal, Family Rivalry, Forbidden Love,Teenage romance

Niccolo Morandi was a janitor at a huge company where he worked tirelessly to provide for his wife. Although he didn't have much, he was always willing to sacrifice anything just for her happiness. However, when she betrayed him in a terrible way, his entire world crumbled to dust leaving Niccolo with nothing but emptiness and a burning rage in his heart. He was offered a chance to get revenge on those who wronged him but only on the condition that he completed ten different tasks within the space of ten consecutive months. With nothing to lose, Niccolo accepted the offer and the journey of his revenge started. With his newly found powers, he was going to make sure no one ever treated him wrongly again.

18+(Only)... In the lawless stretch of the galaxy, Sev is a bounty hunter who doesn’t just take lives—he dominates them. His cockpit is his kingdom, his bed a battlefield. Cold, controlled, and cruel, he lets nothing slip beneath his armor… until a high-stakes mission puts two women in his orbit who unravel everything. Emma—fragile, forbidden, and once his weakness—is now shackled and silent, sold like cargo. Serina—his twisted addiction—is a sadistic vixen who feeds on power and pain, her moans as sharp as her knives. Sev burns for her, bleeds for her, and obeys when she whispers filth into his ear between battles. But when the Hyperium he steals lights up a war across star systems, he returns to find Serina’s rage hotter than any star. She wraps her fingers in Emma’s hair and growls, "Choose, Sev. The ghost of your guilt... or the fire that owns you." The galaxy isn’t ready for the storm they’re about to unleash—in the bed, in the shadows, and across the stars. ********* This book also contains other compilations of crazy, steamy, thigh tingling sci-fi fantasy erotic stories for your reading pleasure.

Everyone around me dies, was that because of me or this world, I am one of the seven nameless? ha, what a joke

I will make sure you all perish, I will kill you all without sparing you a glance. I will make you feel like dying a million times. Every one of you who causes tears to drop my cheek each night will seek death, but it will be amnesty for me to pay back with death. You will beg for it, yet it can't be granted”. *********** Vincent Carter was only a barman when he had a one-night stand with Celeste Brooks, a daughter of a colongromate under the influence of drugs. He was forced to marry her so as to protect her family reputation and he was happy about it thinking he would finally live a life of luxury. But little did he know they had a huge plan in store for him. He was framed for attempting to rape his wife's stepmother and as a result, he was brought to justice. Tied to the huge pillar of the Brooks mansion. Flogged by a rod. Vincent wished he could perish but he was granted endless torture. Then all of a sudden he became stronger. He is no more the son-in-law they humiliate. He is now a son-in-law they feared. Vincent Carter: The Relentless Heir A dark mafia romance book about betrayal, revenge, and the fight for redemption.

Artis Hardy felt a sharp, searing pain on his cheek as his wife slapped him hard. Sophia, his loving wife, screamed at him in fury. "You beggar! I don't know I had mercy on you and married a scum like you! A man who can't even pay for his daughter's hospital is good for nothing, just like a worm of a gutter." At this moment, their three-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Eva, was lying on the hospital bed, suffering from a rare illness that ravaged her tiny body. They had spent all their savings and gone into debt, investing in her medical care while doctors tried and failed to find a cure for her. Artis walked out of the hospital and smiled bitterly. He had once dreamed of supporting his family and his love, but life had slapped him hard in the face. He lifted his head and took two deep breaths as if he had made up his mind. He took out his phone and scrolled down to a certain contact. After hesitating for a while, he tapped the call button and said, “Lend me some money.” “Sure, no problem. Just sign the papers, and I’ll send you everything you need.”

He used to be a god. Now he's a loser. They're gonna see how wrong they are. Ryder was the 12th Master of the Dark Medical Sect—super strong, like a god that was about to become immortal. Then his own students betrayed him. He woke up as Dante: a broke, embarrassed, orphaned college student whose girlfriend just cheated, whose landlord just kicked him out, and who died in his underwear on a cold street. Great. Now Ryder—one of history's strongest healers—is stuck in Dante's weak body. He works for a cheap old doctor named Theo at a bad clinic, Silverbrook Hall, and sleeps in a tiny, freezing room. But gods get back up. When a patient is dying and Theo can't help, Ryder steps in and does this crazy Four-Colored Needle thing, a healing trick that was lost for a long time. Word gets out. People rush in. Rich folks want him to touch them. Doctors either want to learn from him or shut him down. And there's Zara—Theo's sweet daughter, who makes Ryder feel things he hasn't in centuries. It gets messy when a hot rich girl he cures, Serena, wants more than medicine. But being strong brings enemies. The Daniel Gang wants his money. His ex Isla is mad as he gets famous. And the Silverleaf Apothecary, run by Alistair and his cocky grandson Smith, will do anything to stop this "fraud" before he embarrasses them at a meeting. They have no idea what's coming. When the gang messes with his clinic, when the rich make fun of him, when the world tries to keep him down—Ryder will show them: A god doesn't ask for respect. He takes it. Warning: Contains martial arts, healing stuff, a love triangle, gang fights and cultivation

Constantine was once the God of Mercenary, feared and revered by all who knew him, but an accident on the battlefield cost him his reputation and stripped him of his title. Now he is simply Constantine Easton, a low rank security guard and the estranged son of a billionaire father that didn't want him. He is a man who likes staying at the bottom and living his life without the struggles of being at the top, but what happens when the only way to protect all the beauties around him is climbing to the top? "You think you can take what is mine because you're stronger than me? You don't know who you're dealing with." If life throws a bullet his way, he'll pick it up and shoot the hell out of whoever dares get on his nerves. If he had touched the sky before, then he'll go past the stars now. "Only I will be king."

Loris Federico is a person who has high Mana and is a genius. But because of the disability in his hand, he couldn't shoot well anymore. The genius is considered a shameful figure. And for the sake of the dignity of his family and himself, Loris tried to restore that honor. Will he be able to restore that honor? Is it as long as he becomes a procrastinator or a legend?

I don’t even know where to begin. The vampire or the deadly twins, Desire and Despair. But they all have their motives in my life. A part to play. On one hand the vampires carry what I need. The ring of the damned. On the other hand the twins might be the only people to help me know who I’m. What I’m. But I need to play it well, if I have even the slightest chance of surviving what they have planned for me.