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Year 1968... Divina was broken-hearted due to her lover, Alfredo's infidelity. He cheated on her with a rich heiress named Belen. Even though it was difficult for Divina, she forced herself to move on. She became a teacher in a private school and became close friends with their headteacher, Marco Salvador. Marco is a happy person and he shares this happiness with those people around him to the point that Divina is slowly falling for him... but there is one absolute rule in that school, they shouldn't have a romantic relationship with each other. Marco holds a high position at school and Divina loves teaching. How are they able to face the obstacles of their growing affection? Are they destined to be together or will they end up with the common saying, "they met but they were not fated"? "We were but we were not..."

she has been living half her life in dreams about a time and place she convinced herself wasn't real. however she will soon discover just how tightly fate can weave the past into the present

Reinhard was just a young employee who liked to read and watch anime, manga, novels etc. After an unfortunate accident he finds himself in a situation that he only thought would occur in the novels. (Hello, I am new to writing novels and I have been reading many on this website and it has always happened to me that the ones I like end up unfinished so on the recommendation of a friend I will try to make one, this novel may have many spelling errors since the Spanish is my native language. do not hesitate to leave a review that may better the novel)

The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. ~Oscar Wilde~ Adoration is not profound enough a word to express the depth of my love for her. From the moment she walked into my life and set my heart and soul on fire, not a day's gone by that she hasn't plagued my every thought. We were each other's completion. She was everything I wasn't--the sigh to my roar, the virtue to my sin, the cure to my wounds. We Were One. Until the unthinkable happened. That I've survived such a tragedy without having completely lost it, is a mystery in itself. But as my mind starts to blur the lines between reality and my delusional heart, I begin to question everything, including my sanity. And then the real mystery begins . . . Author's note: We Were One is an alternate POV to Girl In The Mirror but both books can be read as stand alones without the need to read the other to follow along! We Were One is created by Elizabeth Reyes, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Cyla lives in the world of shifters and mythical creatures. Not that she would know it. Cyla has no name, no voice, and no one. Would the Moon Goddess leave her to die a young, innnocent, clueless soul? Knowing the world and life as nothing but an animal. Cyla, Few lives come into the world as I did. Even fewer make it out alive. Not dire enough stakes for you? That's alright because dying while not the best option would have been simpler. In a litter of wolf pups there's anywhere from 4-7. For my special circumstance there was just me. Could I have had siblings in the beginning? Maybe but I would never know neither would my mother. If that's what you'd like to call her. Cyla, puppies? Really? You're obviously not a puppy if you can tell your own story. No Im not but unlike most of my kind I started as one. Lycan, shifter, werewolf, or whatever else you've learned to know us by. The ones I've come to know prefer shifter or go by their pack names. One word they all seem to know and use is Rogue. Some classify this as those without a pack. Those who've completely lost themselves to their animal natures. The wolf within them for some reason or another taking over as the human lies dormant or fades away forever. While it's uncommon it's not impossible. My mother was one of these cases. A Rogue alone, pregnant, and trapped as a wolf forever. The result a rare and unique case of a shifter surviving and being born as a pup. What happens when the mind of a child only knows the body of a wolf? What happens when the mind of a child knows nothing but the ways of a wolf? You'd have to be there to know. The air smelled heavy. The feeling making each breath a little colder and sharper as the sun rose. I remember it all, every detail, without the words to express any of it. There were no words back then.

DARAH. Aroma besi memenuhi udara, bercampur dengan wewangian mawar yang hampir tak tertahankan. Ruangan itu diterangi hanya oleh cahaya lilin yang bergetar, menciptakan bayangan yang menari di sepanjang dinding batu yang dingin. Langit-langit tinggi dan perabotan kayu gelap menambah suasana yang mencekam, seakan-akan tempat ini bukanlah bagian dari dunia nyata. Eleanor Blackwood berdiri di tengah ruangan, tubuhnya membeku dalam ketakutan dan keterkejutan. Tangannya sedikit gemetar saat menyentuh gaun sutra birunya yang ternoda merah—darah. Cairan hangat itu masih segar, merembes perlahan, meninggalkan jejak kematian di serat kain yang seharusnya sempurna. Tapi itu bukan darahnya. Tidak. Itu milik seseorang yang sekarang terbaring tak bernyawa di lantai, napasnya telah lama pergi bersama roh yang tak akan pernah kembali. Di hadapannya, seorang pria berdiri dengan tenang—Lucian Sinclair, Duke of Ravenshire. Sosoknya menjulang dalam kegelapan, dengan mantel panjang berwarna hitam yang menambah aura berbahayanya. Wajahnya tajam dan aristokratik, dilingkupi ketenangan yang mengerikan. Tidak ada bekas keterkejutan, tidak ada penyesalan. Hanya ketenangan yang sedingin batu nisan. Mata abu-abu kelamnya menatap Eleanor tanpa emosi, seolah membaca setiap ketakutan yang berputar di dalam dirinya. Namun, ada sesuatu yang lain bersembunyi di balik sorotannya—sesuatu yang lebih mengancam daripada sekadar ketidakpedulian. Itu adalah sorot mata seorang pria yang memegang kendali penuh, seseorang yang tidak terbiasa ditantang atau dipertanyakan. "Kau seharusnya tidak ada di sini, Eleanor." Suaranya rendah, dalam, dan mengandung bahaya yang terlalu nyata. Getaran dalam nada suaranya menyusup ke dalam tulangnya, membuat napasnya tercekat. Jantung Eleanor berdebar kencang, bukan hanya karena ketakutan, tetapi juga karena sesuatu yang lebih mengerikan—hasrat yang tak terhindarkan. Perasaan yang seharusnya tidak ada di sini, di tengah malam yang kelam dan berlumuran darah. Namun, ia merasakannya, sekuat ia merasakan ketakutannya sendiri. Seharusnya ia berlari. Seharusnya ia meninggalkan tempat ini sebelum semuanya menjadi lebih buruk. Namun, bukannya mundur, Eleanor justru melangkah maju, menghampiri pria yang seharusnya ia hindari. "Apa yang kau lakukan, Lucian?" bisiknya, suaranya nyaris patah. Pria itu tersenyum tipis—senyum yang lebih mirip ancaman daripada kelembutan. Sebuah permainan yang hanya ia yang tahu aturannya. "Aku melindungi milikku," jawabnya. Dan sebelum Eleanor bisa bereaksi, ia merasakan sentuhan dingin di pinggangnya. Lucian menariknya dengan mudah, membuat tubuh mereka bertemu dalam benturan yang membakar. Nafasnya hangat di lehernya, begitu dekat, begitu menguasai. Jari-jari pria itu menekan punggungnya, menciptakan sensasi yang tidak semestinya muncul dalam situasi seperti ini. Eleanor seharusnya merasa takut. Ia seharusnya memberontak, menolak perangkap yang kini telah menelannya. Namun, tubuhnya tidak bergerak, pikirannya kabur, tenggelam dalam pusaran bahaya yang dibawa Lucian Sinclair. Matanya menatap wajah pria itu dalam kegelapan. Pria yang dikenal sebagai Duke of Ravenshire, pria yang ditakuti dan dihormati dalam takaran yang sama. Seorang pria yang berbahaya, yang berdiri di antara batas moralitas dan kehancuran. "Apakah ini yang kau sebut perlindungan?" Eleanor mencoba menguatkan suaranya, tetapi yang keluar hanyalah bisikan rapuh. Lucian menundukkan kepalanya, bibirnya hampir menyentuh telinganya. "Ya, Eleanor. Ini perlindungan dengan caraku. Dan kau tidak punya pilihan selain menerimanya." Jari-jarinya yang kuat menelusuri sisi wajahnya, menghapus jejak air mata yang tidak ia sadari telah jatuh. Eleanor menutup matanya sejenak, mencoba mencari pegangan di tengah badai yang mengancam untuk menelannya bulat-bulat. Namun, bagaimana mungkin ia bisa bertahan jika badai itu adalah Lucian sendiri? Ia telah jatuh ke dalam perangkap yang tidak memiliki jalan keluar. Dan yan

On the day of his 10th birthday Terry Andrew (an anxious kid) develops power beyond any mortal person. Terry's powers are causing him problems in his life. Terry must take control of his power before his power controls him.

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

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?"