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Gu Xiaoqing murió trágicamente por la violencia doméstica de su esposo, Fu Guoqiang, solo para renacer a la edad de doce años. En ese momento, su hermana aún no había sido obligada por su abuela a casarse con Feng Quezi, un joven de quince años de la aldea vecina. Sus padres aún no habían, con el fin de tratar la enfermedad de su hermano, escuchado las sugerencias de su tío y tía, casándola por cien yuan con el jugador y abusivo Fu Guoqiang, lo que llevó a su trágica muerte. Esta vez, Gu Xiaoqing está decidida a no desperdiciar esta nueva vida. Ella se deshará de los malos parientes y dejará al canalla. Este es el verdadero camino para contraatacar.

I slowly, very, very quietly walked through the dark, unfamiliar forest I have decided to cross. This was a shortcut to the pack house from my house and I know my mother and stepfather would never think of looking for me hear. This was Dark Midnight pack's land. From a bird's eye view, my pack, the Dark Moon Pack land was shaped like a bean but the little curve of the bean was part of the Dark Midnight pack which now, I have to cross to get to my pack house. Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!... I feel my heart beating painfully fast. I was so scared of being caught by the alpha's guards if they ever caught a whiff of my scent. I wanted to reach out to my weak little wolf to have company while I crossed this particular portion of the Dark Midnight Pack's land but decided against it for fear the pack warriors might scent my wolf out. Not so far away, I can see the bright lights where I knew the house of the alpha was located. It was Damon's birthday party. The soon-to-be alpha of the pack and the biggest bully of the school I attended. "Almost halfway now." I said to myself as I caught a whiff of my pack's scent even though my pack's land was much too far away yet. Fixing my backpack which started to fall from my shoulders, I continued walking straight to where I knew my packs' land border was located but then my foot unintentionally stopped moving, seeming to have been rooted to the soft ground as panic and excitement start to swirl in my heart, as I smell the most amazing smell of pine and ocean breeze combined. "Mate." I realize my mate is presently at the alpha house where the soon-to-be alpha is celebrating his birthday. Thankful that I was gifted the sense of smell ten times stronger than any wolf that I could smell a certain scent even from miles away, I resolutely walk faster, determined to reach the border before my scents me out. My weak little wolf traitorously decides to accompany me on my little run from my house, across my nemesis' land, to my pack's pack house which lightly irritates me, as I know this could send my weak scent to my mate with a little wind movement. I was almost at least a few steps to the border when I realize that the beautiful scent of pine and ocean breeze is getting stronger. My mate must have scented me out and has moved from the house, looking for me. Goddess knows what would happen to me if I ever get caught by this pack's territory by any pack member, warrior, or by my nightmare, the soon-to-be-alpha himself. I feel my wolf whining, pleading for me to stay and wait for our mate to find us but with determination, I climb over the barbed wires separating the two pack lands, being careful not to have my clothes or bag entangled to the wires. As I reach the top, I smell that delicious smell getting even stronger and I cross first my right foot then my left over the top of the fence, feeling my heart beating so fast. I drop down from the top and ran to the direction of my pack's pack house just as I hear twigs getting stepped on from the direction I came from. Thank Goddess they will not be able to see me, hopefully, they would not try to climb the barbed wires as I did just to find me. Then I soothe my wolf, reminding her of all the bullying we have had to injure from the alpha and all other students from that pack. I take deep breathes to calm my heart before knocking at the door of the pack house.

There is much to succeed in life. The words echo in Alice Marozi's mind as constant reminder for her to achieve her dreams and do well in school. Her friends on the other hand are the little devils on her shoulder to remind her to live a life full of thrill and fun in the prime of their youth. There is not much to do in life. Kicking back and doing absolutely nothing is Noah Park's idea of a good time. Despite thinking so, he is popular for his stellar athleticism, academics, and looks much to his dismay with a yearning for more. He is chasing a blind dream and wants to wake up to reality from the turbulence of pressure from his parents. The prestigious academy is doing a recruitment fair for the upcoming year, and every homeroom is subjected to creating an engaging activity to promote the school entrance rates and create unity among both new and returning students. How will the poster girl and boy create a romance both in pictures and in real life?

Lisa is a seemingly normal 18 year old school gir. She hangs out with her friends and adoptive family. But she can't remember her past prior to now. Her normal life was shattered when she was attacked by a creature who feeds on human blood. Lisa, together with an organization "The Core" will find a way to put an end to this battle.

Behold, The Solemn disposition might decease BUT there is something that might shoot the surveillance, an incline persona; yet there is a pull THAT persona might depart this life.

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Private investigator Ian visits his friend unannounced, only to discover the man lying in bed, not asleep but dead. Ian resolves to find out how his friend died and, if he was murdered, to bring the killer to justice.<br><br>But the details of the case are bizarre: the door of the condo unit is locked and the only other occupant is a bodybuilder, Horst, found sitting on the living room couch, half asleep or drugged. Ian calls 911 and the cops, when video footage showing no one entered or left the condo around the time of death, fixate on Horst as the most likely suspect.<br><br>Ian is convinced Horst is innocent and offers his services to help the police solve the mystery of his friend’s death. But the situation is complicated, not only by the self-contradictory nature of the physical evidence, but by the fact that Ian increasingly finds himself drawn to Horst. Worse, the lead police detective shows increasing signs of interest in Ian himself.<br><br>Love and death become strangely intertwined, their resolution not easily discovered. Is Horst as innocent as Ian believes? Can Ian help solve the locked-room mystery?

I Nicholas the last Descendant of the Hero Achilles, the man whose cursed to walk amongst the man for eternity, the man whose cursed to protect the most powerful weapon on earth and the man whose destined to oppose everyone who tries to steal the sacred treasure.

This novel is about Alicia's growth throughout.

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?