dessert cookbooks

An young girl with a tragic past, she spends the rest of her life tracking, capturing, and eliminating demons(If it comes down to that). As a female hunter she had great pride in her hunting skills, until she encounter a demon that seem impossible to deal with. Fueled by an uncontrollable desire to bring this beast down she was sure he would ceased from breathing by her hands. However, her target had an agenda of his own. He wasn't going to sit by while she ruin his fun. So, he executed every perverted trick he could think of to force her stubborn personality to crumble away. ----------------------------------------------- There will be many abduction scenes, sexual harassment scenes and demon impregnation. This is a story about how demons and humans learn to co-exist.

PrologueUnder the bruised purple sky of a city that never slept, Celine stood frozen in the doorway of her modest apartment, the betrayal unfolding before her like a slow-motion car crash she couldn't look away from. There, sprawled across her bed—rumpled sheets tangled around their naked limbs—was her boyfriend of two years, Jamal, thrusting desperately into the lithe body of her identical twin sister, Celeste, who moaned theatricall y with the kind of fake ecstasy reserved for gold-digging performances. Celeste's designer heels kicked lazily against the headboard Celine had paid for herself, while Jamal grunted like a man compensating for something tragically inadequate.The air thickened with the stench of cheap perfume and sweat, Celeste's manicured nails raking down Jamal's back as she locked eyes with her twin—not with shame, but with smug triumph. "Oops," Celeste purred, not even bothering to cover her perfect, surgically enhanced breasts. "Didn't expect you home early, sis. Guess the pencil dick couldn't wait."Celine's heart didn't shatter; it ignited. Five years of playing second fiddle to her family's golden child—the one with the "marriageable" beauty, the one who landed modeling gigs while Celine scrubbed toilets at Al-Miraj Grand Palace—had forged her into something unbreakable. She dropped her work bag with deliberate calm, the metallic clatter echoing like a guillotine. "Get out," she said, voice steady as desert stone. Jamal scrambled up, his pathetic erection wilting under her dissecting gaze. "Both of you. Now."Jamal stammered excuses, yanking on boxers that did nothing to hide his inadequacy. "Babe, it just happened—""Pencil dick," Celine interrupted, the words landing like lashes. "That's all you've ever been. Celeste can have your three minutes of disappointment." Celeste laughed, slipping into a silk robe, but Celine saw the flicker—envy for her twin's unscarred confidence, untouched by the scalpels that kept Celeste's face "marketable."By midnight, they were gone, leaving behind crumpled lingerie and a eviction notice Celine had printed from her phone. She didn't cry. She showered off their filth, dressed in her tightest black dress—the one Jamal always ogled but never appreciated—and stormed into O'Malley's Bar, the city's underbelly dive where forgotten women drowned ambitions in five-dollar shots.Three tequilas in, celebrating her "five-month anniversary" of fooling herself with Jamal, Celine felt the haze descend. That's when he appeared—a towering shadow in tailored black, hazel eyes burning through the smoke like predator's gold. Idris Al-Miraj, though she would never know his name that night, slid onto the stool beside her, his sandalwood cologne cutting through the stale beer stink."You're celebrating alone?" His voice was velvet over steel, accented with desert winds."Freedom," she slurred, clinking her glass against his scotch.

Four powers divide the continent. The North, where warriors carve legends through sheer might. The East, where assassins move like shadows. The West, where Aura fuels a thousand machines. And the South, where tribes of the desert kneel to no king for they have none to unite them. Born under the light of twin moons, Someone carries an Aura never seen before a power whispered only in ancient prophecy. They who hear it say it devours all that stands between heaven and earth. While empires wage endless war, He grows within the sands a child blessed by the moons, and cursed by destiny. He is no conqueror, not yet. Only a boy with the mind of a tactician and the will to stand against the tide. When the time comes, the desert will tremble. And from its heart, a light will fall.

After dying in a plane crash, world-renowned pastry chef Capri wakes up in the frail body of a sickly orphan named Avril on a forgotten low-class planet—alone, broke, and burning with fever. In this cold interstellar future, food is seen only as survival fuel. Flavor? Pointless. Desserts? Extinct. Armed with nothing but his memories, stubbornness, and sugar-loving pride, Capri refuses to surrender. With a cranky orange cat by his side and barely enough starcoins to survive, he begins his journey to revive the joy of taste—and dreams of opening the first dessert shop in the Galactic Empire. As the scent of sweetness begins to spread across the stars, a mysterious high-ranking commander starts taking notice... watching Capri from afar with unreadable eyes.

gurun...! hamparan pasir dimana mana. terik matahari disiang hari dan angin malam yang sangat dingin. membuat orang yang berada di gurun menjadi keras. 'ting...Ting....' sekelompok orang saling beradu memperebutkan tanah yang subur.

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Aurelie Engel is a stunning model who has a hidden motive. She wants to seduce and destroy Nicolas Leroux. He is a famous designer and she believes he caused her best friend to overdose. As she gets involved with Nicolas, she starts to feel an unexpected attraction to him. She also begins to doubt her mission. He seems to be nothing like the monster she was told he was. There’s more to what happened to her friend. Will she discover the truth before she ruins his life? Or will she fall victim to her own revenge plot? Find out in this exciting and romantic story of love, deception, and decadent desires. Warning: There are mentions of suicide.

Reeling from a breakup with her unfaithful ex, Eliza Harris boards a luxury cruise seeking escape. But when a violent storm forces passengers into lifeboats, she finds unexpected solace in the enigmatic Adrian. As their bond deepens, Eliza uncovers unsettling secrets about Adrian's mob-connected family and her own past, unraveling a dangerous conspiracy. Stranded at a luxurious resort and caught in a web of betrayal, Eliza and Adrian must navigate shifting alliances and personal betrayals. Amid storms, passionate encounters, and hidden agendas, they confront the dark truth behind Adrian’s brother’s death and their families’ entangled fates. In a high-stakes battle against a powerful enemy, Eliza and Adrian’s tumultuous journey reveals shocking truths and tests their love. As they face the ultimate revelation, their future hangs in the balance, poised on the edge of mystery and desire.

The more he gives, the more she wants

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?"