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11 Students wake up in a completely isolated building, with no way out, and no way to tell the time of day. They are forced to follow the rules of a "Killing Game' in order to earn their freedom, where murdering means a potential escape. From personal tensions and handpicked motivations, will they be able to find a way out before they all drop dead?

The 19 Family returns in Raider Nation – 2nd Quarter, a story that blends football, family, and faith into one cinematic journey.

ILLICIT #3 : Quarter Angelo Vander x Dakota Delaune Angelo Vander is a part of ILLICIT which is a big organisation in Europe that's working with EU and the Europol. No one knows who the ILLICIT members are and they wanted to keep it that way. They all came from different backgrounds and united to make the biggest and strongest organisation in Europe history.

11 Students wake up in a completely isolated building, with no way out, and no way to tell the time of day. They are forced to follow the rules of a "Killing Game' in order to earn their freedom, where murdering means a potential escape. From personal tensions and handpicked motivations, will they be able to find a way out before they all drop dead?

After the loss of his best friend, Killian Elias Kane becomes depressed. Then a few years later he loses his parents in a car crash. He ends up living with a family that does unspeakable things to him behind closed doors. Now going on his eighteenth birthday, he is about to step into a world he never knew existed. With the help of his friends and mates, he will have to push the limits of what he knows is real. Will he keep his sanity or will he finally lose it? Authors Notes: * *This is the first book in the quarter breed series. The next one is already being posted. *This is unedited and won't be edited until the end of the series.

This is part two of the quarter breed stories. Killian has found a moment of peace and now has to face his mates. Lies come to light, people come back from the dead, and maybe a kidnapping or two. Will Killian get his happily ever after? Will he accept and be accepted by his mates?

Sixteen-year-old Asher Holt used to be that kid — the one every coach talked about, the one who couldn’t miss a shot even under pressure. Basketball was supposed to be his future. Then one night he cracked under it all — the noise, the expectations, the whispers at home that he wasn’t working hard enough — and walked away from the game completely. A year later, starting over at Jefferson High, Asher wants to stay invisible. No more tournaments. No team. No gym. Just quiet. But when he passes the echoing court after school and hears the familiar rhythm of a ball on hardwood, something inside him stirs — something he’s not ready to face. That’s when he meets Jordan Nguyen, the team captain who recognizes a player’s stance even when he denies it, and Leah Kim, a classmate who sees past Asher’s silence and into the parts he’s still trying to bury. Between the pull of the game and the pressure at home — a mom who loves him but doesn’t understand, an older brother whose own failure still casts a shadow — Asher’s forced to decide whether he’s done for good or just scared of caring again. As the season unfolds, so do the things Asher’s been avoiding: the panic that still hits when the gym gets too loud, the guilt of walking away, and the question that won’t leave him alone — if basketball broke him once, can he trust it to help him heal? Second Quarter is a coming-of-age story about second chances, self-forgiveness, and the long road between giving up and letting go.

The first time I saw Damien Blackwood, he was a rebellious Yale dropout with a fire in his eyes that could burn down all of Manhattan. His only redeeming quality, perhaps, was the searing, clumsy sincerity in his voice when he promised to tattoo my initials, A.V., over his heart. Later, he became a notorious wolf of Wall Street, handing me the "Nemesis" hedge fund, worth a billion dollars, as a wedding gift. All of New York City knew that I, Aria Vance, was the one weakness he protected with his life. Until today, when the rising actress Damien had been sponsoring finally made her grand entrance. Flaunting her pregnant belly, she said to me in a sickly sweet voice, "Miss Vance, will you sign the divorce papers now, or wait until I give the Blackwood family an heir and have me forced off the board of directors?" I simply raised my hand, and my assistant hit send. A file of scandals that would ruin her reputation instantly flooded the internet. When Damien saw her being mobbed by reporters, tears streaming down her face, he flew into a rage. He pressed an antique letter opener, inlaid with his family crest, against my throat and growled, "Aria, you've gone too far!" I chuckled softly, my hand closing around his grandfather's Colt Python revolver on the table. I aimed the muzzle at the heart that once beat only for me. "You've really changed, Damien. But I haven't. My ambition has always been the truest part of me." Bang! The bullet grazed his ear and shattered the eighty-million-dollar Basquiat painting behind him.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.