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Hanleigh loves books more than nearly anything in the world; whether its reading them or writing them, Hanleigh just can't get enough. She relishes in the way authors can create worlds with the words they put in their books. She loves the way your imagination introduces you to a new world when you read a book. It may well be a world completely foreign to the one you live in. That world is brought to life; inspiring you to dream, captivating your imagination and enticing your senses. Hanleigh first took to reading as a small child reading Dr Zeus. She then fell in love with romance literature when she first read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen; when she first swooned over Mr Darcy. She's read more books than she can count and owns more books than some libraries. One city. Nine million people. An heiress hell bent on breaking her parents' rules… A CEO struggling to maintain control... Two co-workers with a history they can’t delete… An artist running from her past… The man who wants nothing more than to protect her… A manwh*re doctor looking for a second chance with the only woman he’s ever loved… A detective and her jerk of a boss, hunting down a serial killer… And the hunky man who might just be one lucky girl’s Christmas Miracle…

Milena, a princess in exile due to a curse, grew up on the streets of the city of Blueberry in the United States, after her mother, the queen of the kingdom of werewolves, died. Her life was surrounded by death and tragedy created by her father until the organization and agency of the United States government saved her from the streets. However, there is nothing free in life why she was trained to become a deadly weapon to eliminate clanless werewolves and any threat in the United States. But her life improved when she met Liam a member of the special forces, she would start a relationship with him. But when things were improving, her father punishes her, so after an incident, she will lose everything she loves. Milena will then have to go into revenge to be able to kill her father, although that will only be the beginning of her problems.

In order to master Immortality, Luciano Di Nosferas launched an attack on Cloud Armor, which was none other than his own Kingdom. Claudio is eventually killed, and the Cloud Armor falls into Luciano's hands. Meanwhile Baron Magnus managed to save Lars, a descendant of Claudio who became the target of the Vampire Nation and of course Luciano. Baron Magnus took Lars to the Human Realm, where the Vampires and Wolves would not find him. However, after a thousand years had passed finally the Vampire Nation and Luciano found Lars, who was none other than a famous idol in Ignea. Lars does not know that he is descended from the Wolf Nation, until he finally meets Alisa who makes Lars find his identity. Knowing Lars already has the power to create, Luciano and the Vampire Nation want to take control of Lars. However, Lars refused. The battle ensued, in the end the war between the Vampire Nation and the Wolves was no longer inevitable. Who has the right to master Immortality and become Ruler of the Two Realms?

It’s the year 3050, humans have evolved greatly in the area of science and technology but werewolves and vampires are about to change the course of things. The war is against vampires, humans, robots and werewolves. Robots are on the side of the humans but the werewolves also have the vampires on their side. A war is about to evolve which will change the course of the present and the future. The victors will take over the world and the vanquished will serve the victors. But the reality of all these lies in the hands of one woman. One woman whose mistake will change everything.

When not cuddling inn signs in her beloved Scottish mountains alongside Mr Shey, Shehanne Moore writes dark and smexy historical romance, featuring bad boys who need a bad girl to sort them out. She firmly believes everyone deserves a little love, forgiveness and a second chance in life. A woman not even the ghost of Sapphire can haunt. A man who knows exactly who she is. Only one man in England can identify her. Unfortunately he’s living next door. Ten years ago sixteen year old Sapphire, the greatest jewel thief England has ever known, ruined Lord Devorlane Hawley’s life by planting a stolen necklace on him. Now she’s dead and buried, all Cassidy Armstrong wants is the chance to prove she was never that girl. But her new neighbor is hell-bent on revenge and his word can bring her down. So when he asks her to be his mistress, or leave the county with a price on her head, Sapphire, who hates being owned, must decide... What’s left for a woman with nowhere else to go, but to stay exactly where she is? And hope, that when it comes to neighbors Devorlane Hawley won’t prove to be the one from hell.

"My sweetest little treasure, don't be naive, you are either damned or dead in here, so now be good and scream your loudest for me." Persephone [Psyche] Charming found herself sent away into a strange highschool for troubled teenagers after commiting a crime worthy of hell back home. Soon enough the Witch began to realize these troubled teenagers were more dangerous than the worst of criminals. Especially the Crescent brothers who were more monstrous than animals. °°° "No, whatever you're gonna say, no, not now, not ever. Also get out of my room you psychopath, you'll get blood all over my sheets…. Why is there blood all over you?" She could no longer control her urge and asked. He really looked like a mess. So much blood that Persephone felt it was his. His face had a tear, and his hair was just…. Well that hair was always looking messy. At her words that smirk died. Replaced with a lost look. "Hm, you're being nosy." He said, coolly. "....." Persephone deadpanned. "You broke into my ROOM." She couldn't help the incredulity that filled her voice as she said those words. The reddish eyelashes fluttered, and then slowly but surely the eyes were opened. It was worse than expected. His red eyes were bloodshot, hurt, so many emotions going in a long and horrible roller coaster.  Persephone always thought Caspian was a straightforward person. Everytime she met him, he would always say or do whatever came to his mind. He looked like he was mad at everything whenever he was around, because he couldn't be bothered to hide his emotions. This kind of open person, when they were hurt, it was too obvious for the world to see. Persephone's throat bobbed as she swallowed. She didn't know why she was aggrieved by the hurt in his eyes. Anytime they crossed parts one way or the other Caspian always threatened her. Seeing the cool smirk on his face all those times, Persephone hoped it would be knocked off his face, but literally seeing that arrogant look away from his face, Persephone's heart was pumping really fast. This time she couldn't control her brain from allowing her hand to reach out towards Caspian, her fingers sinking into the mop of hair for the first time. Despite the unsettlement she felt at his hurt, she couldn't help the wave of satisfaction and the tremors of shudders that traced up her spine as her fingers sank into his hair. It was so silky, as she imagined it would be, so soft, it would entice anyone to keep touching. She has fallen down the rabbit hole so it couldn't be helped as she combed her fingers through his hair softly, her skin enjoying the tickling and electric feeling of petting his hair. She stiffened when she heard his sigh. It was actually not a sigh…. If she heard it correctly it was a moan, a soft and gentle moan. Persephone felt something thick had obscured her throat from swallowing as she heard the sinfully soft moan. She peeked away from the hair to his face. His eyebrows dipped into a furrow but the curve and contort of his features couldn't be misunderstood….. This was a look of satisfaction. "What happened to you?" She sounded like she had choked out the words. The reply was a bit late but it came. "I shouldn't have come here." Seeing the way she was petting his hair, enjoying every minute of it, enjoying him enjoying every minute of it, she indeed concurred that he should not have come to her. But she said, "But you did." A hand descended on the back of her head. "Yeah, I did." [Mature Content] [Slow burn]

In the distant ancient times, when humans had not yet fully dominated the earth, the forests at night belonged to those creatures that roamed in the shadows. Legend has it that on the night of the full moon, werewolves would awaken. They were a combination of human and beast, the intersection of light and darkness.

Lu Shi returned to the British Isles in 1900 and inadvertently swept through the literary world, simultaneously leaving behind the proverb: "In the aspect of treating others, Great Britain has always been inappropriate." In the generations to come, the British people often recall this with deep emotion, pondering what kind of international spirit could make a Chinese person so deeply troubled by Great Britain, leaving behind such a prophecy...

Dropped into a world of enchantment, Corvinus awakens as a werewolf, a member of a proud and fierce tribe. Initially content to coast through life, dreaming of ascending to the rank of Wolf God, his plans take a sharp turn when his father, the chieftain, falls in battle. Thrust into leadership, Corvinus must navigate the treacherous paths of power, magic, and betrayal. As he rises to meet the challenges of his new role, he discovers that the path to becoming a legend is paved with more than just the howls of the pack.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"