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In a world shattered by the aftermath of World War III, humanity clings to survival within fortified sanctuaries, while the outside is ruled by grotesque, mutated creatures born from radiation and chaos. Adam Banks is nothing more than a rookie. A near-fatal encounter leaves him with a mysterious mutation—and a death sentence of only a few months to live—Adam’s life takes a dark and unexpected turn. Because death is no longer the end. Every time Adam dies, time itself fractures. He is dragged back to a fixed point in the past, forced to relive moments again and again as new timelines branch out from his choices. With each reset, the world subtly changes… and so does he. But something is wrong. The more he interferes, the more unstable reality becomes. The timelines begin to diverge. Events spiral out of control. And hidden beneath it all lies a terrifying truth— The war that destroyed the world may not have been inevitable. And Adam may be the only one who can stop it. If he doesn’t lose himself first.

In the werewolf society, women are required by Pack Law to take on more than one mate. Not everyone wants to share and things get even more complicated when an evil force decides to destroy them. Four stories featuring interconnected, dark and sultry, paranormal romances. Includes: Defying Pack Law Betraying the Pack Seeking Pack Redemption New Pack Order ***All the books include menage / reverse harem situations. Reader discretion is advised. Pack is created by Eve Langlais, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Just when Trad thought he had escaped death, he realized it had been right before his eyes all along. But as he's led to his final destination, he begins to understand... sometimes surviving is only the beginning.

Imagine Cinderella, but the prince has had a crush on her since high school, and they end up having a marriage of convenience where he gets to crush on her in close proximity. Yeah. Welcome to my new book loves. ***** When her grandmother offers her one final escape from her cruel, manipulative family, Leilani Mayfield doesn’t hesitate. The condition? She must marry before her 28th birthday—or lose the inheritance that could finally buy her freedom. With just two weeks left, her options are slim… until fate drops Desmond Lawrence into her lap. Her high school nemesis. Her college mystery crush. And now… her only way out. Turns out, Desmond has inheritance strings of his own—and grandmothers who’ve conspired to bring them together. What begins as a marriage of convenience soon becomes a ticking time bomb of secrets, old rivalries, and unresolved tension. What Leilani doesn’t know? Desmond’s had feelings for her for years. What Desmond doesn’t expect? Falling harder now that she’s his wife. Between a power-hungry brother, a jealous half-sister, a conniving stepmother, and truths neither are ready to face, one thing becomes clear: This pact was never about payback. It was always about them. And the feelings they’re not supposed to have? Yeah, those are getting harder to ignore. ***** Link up with me on Instagram: @timcarvie.

Siempre he estado enamorado de ti Caith - No bromees con eso.- sabía que no me creería fácilmente, debía encontrar la forma de hacerle ver la verdad. - No es una broma. - le dije casi suplicando.- hice un pacto con tu hermano.- opte por seguir con la verdad. - ¿Simon? ¿Qué tiene que ver él en todo esto? - me miro escéptica y luego suspiro.- déjame adi-vinar, te advirtió mantenerte lejos de su her-manita ¿no? - esto no estaba resultando como creí, convencerla de que mi amor por ella era real iba a ser más difícil que llegar a conocer a mi padre. La bendición de que me conociera mejor que nadie se convertía en este momento en mi maldición. Pero ya me había decidido a abrirle mi corazón y no me iba a retractar, no saldríamos de esta habitación hasta haberme confesado por completo. - No, solo pusimos algunos puntos.- tome una corta respiración y comencé a enumerar los puntos de nuestro acuerdo. Ella me miraba atenta, puso un mechón de su castaño cabello detrás de su oreja y tomo un trago del líquido amarillento que tenía en el interior de su vaso. - primero no te diría nada hasta que fueras mayor de edad. Segundo debías tener al menos un novio y tercero, eras tú quien debía dar el primer paso. - Y ¿eso por qué? - Porque el día en que te confesara mi amor, ese día seria mi último día soltero.

Tupac died after being shot. And after so may years he is reborn and given another chance in life to right all his wrong with his past memory. But his turns to his own ways and continue being a Gee that he is. He continued his gangster life entered the entertainment industry again and became a Mafia boss and a successful CEO of different companies and enterprises.

My very first book, I really hope this gets at least some attention. I worked hard on this project, and I want advice on what to do.

*The Heir’s Vow* Kael had perfect scores in every subject and no reason to care about any of them. School was easy. Life was boring. Until the day his mother died, and her last words became chains around his wrists: _“Find your people, Kael. Before it’s too late.”_ She didn’t tell him who “his people” were. She didn’t tell him where to look. She just died, leaving him with a name he never understood and a mission he never asked for. Kael can’t do it alone. No one survives what’s coming alone. So he takes the only two people he trusts: Benita, the girl who learned healing to save lives but fights like a warrior when those lives are threatened, and Zeph, the best friend who laughs at death and carries an axe bigger than his problems. Three friends. One vow. No way back. Their journey starts in the dungeon. It was supposed to be a test. A way to prove Kael was strong enough to leave their village. But the moment Kael stepped past the entrance, the stone itself reacted. A blue arrow burned to life on his chest, hot as a brand. It pulsed once, twice, like a second heart trying to break out of his ribs. The dungeon knew his name. Skeletons rose from the dark, but they didn’t attack like mindless bone. They turned toward Kael’s chest like moths to a flame. When Kael punched, they didn’t break - they unraveled. Turned to ash. The blue light ate them, and with each death, whispers grew louder in his head. Not words. Hunger. The same hunger that had lived in the dungeon for centuries. Then came the goblins. Not wild shrieking beasts, but soldiers. Armored. Organized. Led by a chief three meters tall with a crown of human finger bones. The chief took one look at Kael and spoke a name that made the cave shake: `Pactum’s Heir`. Kael didn’t know what it meant. But the dungeon did. And the dungeon wanted him dead. Now Kael, Benita, and Zeph are going deeper. The air grows colder with each step. Blood seeps from the stone. Eyes watch them from the cracks. And someone - something - is sending summon birds to spy on them. The blue mark on Kael’s chest grows with every fight. Roots spread from his collarbone to his stomach. With it come visions: a city of crystal towers, a war in the sky, a vow broken centuries ago. A voice deeper than the dungeon itself keeps repeating the same words: `“The first seal is broken, Heir. Three more remain.”` To fulfill his mother’s last wish, Kael must survive the dungeon. He must break the remaining seals. He must prove himself worthy of Pactum. But “worthy” has a price. Each seal takes more of his humanity. Each answer spawns two more questions. And the deeper they go, the clearer it becomes: the dungeon isn’t testing him. It’s remembering him. Can a boy who only ever wanted to understand his mother’s death become the hero his blood demands? Or will the weight of a 300-year-old vow crush him before he ever finds his people? *He didn’t ask for the mark. He didn’t ask for the name. But Kael will finish what Pactum started.* *Enter the dungeon. Learn his name. Break the vow.*

Seventeen-year-old Kael Jones’ life is hell.** Bullied daily at school by Brad and his pack, and despised by abusive parents who call him "worthless," he endures pain with numb resignation. But when a brutal beating and public humiliation push him past his breaking point, Kael snaps – stabbing his parents in a rage-fueled nightmare. Consumed by guilt, he flees to train tracks, ready to die… only to leap aside at the last second, begging for life. Death grants no mercy. A police chase ends when a truck crushes Kael’s broken body. Yet instead of hell, he awakens in a monster-infested dungeon, transformed: his frail body now muscular and powerful, his mind host to Anis, a mysterious guide gifting him a System of supernatural growth. Reborn as Kael Ardent, he discovers terrifying powers: -Mirror Self (summon clones) -Blue Flame Swords (that slice stone) -Mind Grip (crushing foes telepathically) - Auto-Heal (mending wounds in seconds) But this world is savagely ranked: -Hunters (F to X-Rank) slay monsters for gold. -Knights(Bronze to Void) enforce kingdom law. -Sorcerers (6 god-like beings) manipulate reality itself. After slaughtering goblins and a towering Rock-Bear, Kael is mistaken for a "cave monster" by E-Rank hunters. When they attack, he shatters their weapons with bare hands – realizing his strength already dwarfs theirs. Escaping the dungeon, he emerges into an ancient forest under twin suns, his System flooding with power: > "No more cages," he vows, blue eyes blazing at the wild horizon. "This time… I’ll be the monster they fear." But darkness follows him: - His past sins haunt every victory. - Hunter guilds hunt the "dungeon beast." - Anis’ origin hides ties to cosmic entities. - The true battle: Will Kael save this world... or burn it down?

“You are the lucky chosen one.” The woman said, putting forth a hand to her. Who was she? Abhilasha wondered how could she breathe so well under water? The lady smiled and held her hand, “come to me. I know where you must go. Let me lead." ------------------------------------------ “I dreamed once again of that man. I think now I can only meet him in a dream , that is where we might as well be better. There are some loves, who don’t have name, shape or even existence in your reality—but they are just as much real to you. No one expected me to get up and speak and smile and work as I once did. Neither did I expect to be back in this world. A world that has snatched away everything I possibly once held precious for.” --------------------------------------------- Abhilasha had grown up disliking this river, but this river—the river had taken her to depth of life. She can’t tell now, after waking up from her long sleep. Looking around her, the life had been on race. Time had passed. She was not here, she was somewhere in this big world. A world that was as real as hers—but now she can’t tell weather it was all just a dream or was there something more in this. Did she really travelled across the universe, or was it just her mind?