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Mia is a sassy girl and a werewolf with an honest heart and, she lives with her father and her older brother, her father is the beta of her pack, Silver Moon Pack. One night, she went to a party. That night she meets new friends who are from a different pack. And at that moment she also meets the alpha of Blood Stone Pack. Her mate. Blaze is an alpha of his pack, the Blood Stones pack is known to be the largest and the strongest pack in America, no packs could fight them or beat them mostly it's better to not make the ruthless alpha an enemy. The jealous, possessive Italian man meet his mate in a party, as soon as he took a glimpse of her face, he swore to himself to never let her go and to never give her up to another man. "I was only talking to him." She said fiercely. "Oh yeah, well it seems that you were flirting with him." He scoffed. "No I wasn't Blaze, stop being so jealous!" She shouted at him, his eyes turned into a dark colour, his wolf took partly control of him. "Fuck off, I'm not jealous, I'm territorial. Jealousy is when you want something that's not yours. Territorial is protecting what's already yours." Blaze said gripping Mia waist forcefully and inhaled his mate scents. She's only my luna and I will fucking kill them if they touch or glance at my mate. Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.

I won't stop until she becomes mine

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One day when I woke up I was suddenly transferred into different world “Alazar” where monsters and elves actually exists! Marrying more than a few husband is considered normal here, isn't this illegal?! Homosexuality marriage is considered normal here too?! And what's more you can marry someone at the age of 18 which is exactly my age?! Well...

Am doing acrobatics show from Kenya Africa

I wanted to make a name for myself, I wanted to be someone but I made a mistake. I thought I was unlucky but I was far from that my soul was cursed. My name is Lazarus Harris Smith I had a dream when I was just a young boy, I wanted become a famous archeologist but my parents thought otherwise. In order to prove them wrong I went on am impossible journey, in search of The Tomb of Cecilia, a witch in the old days who was buried alive but her body remained the same. I didn't know that not all mysteries where meant to be uncovered. If I had known I would have forsaken my dreams. Death is a better punishment than this, I prayed for death but she thought otherwise I was cursed for eternity

El petricor se mezcla con la sangre y el aroma se hace embriagador para el cazador. Dorian tendrá que entenderlo si quiere sobrevivir junto a sus compañeros en el continente de "La Parcia"

Note to self: never go hunting in the night. It may lead you to many problems. Some include being branded as a murderer for a murder you might have stopped, and the other may include you to attend an academy you could have only dreamed of stepping in. Ah! The wonders of life. Meet Kezia. Many words could describe her, but a huntress fits her better. She thought that one secret hunting might save her family from starvation, but she never expected to sign a deal with the King of Forest. A deal that may forsake everyone she cared about. Now comes Adrian. A prince. A prodigy. Broken beyond repair. When the girls in the first year in his Academy are being murdered, he sets to find out the reason why. As always said the truth will show its face only when the time is not right. The Past cannot stay hidden. Friendships will be made. And a Phoenix might just rise from the ashes.

just a few minutes after a couple minutes I was going to be on the bus and the car was in the parking lot and I saw the driver ⁸⁸.you was looking at the car at the end but it wasn't a bad thing for the engine and it is a good idea for a mechanic who is a good mechanic for an electric motor mechanic that has the best fuel pump in the world and the car will not get any more than the fuel pump for a new car or car and the car is not a problem with the fuel pump or the car that will be the problem for

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"