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Bound by Blood and Fate

Bound by Blood and Fate

In a world on the brink of ruin, where ancient magic and prophecy intertwine, two fated souls find themselves bound together-by blood, by destiny, and by the relentless pull of forces beyond their control. Kael is a deadly assassin, cursed by an ancient relic that feeds on his soul, turning him into a weapon of destruction. Cold, ruthless, and feared by all, he longs for freedom from the dark magic that enslaves him. But the deeper he sinks into the shadows, the more impossible escape becomes-until he crosses paths with Elara. Elara is a healer, trained in the art of forbidden blood magic, a gift that demands her own pain as a price. Compassionate yet fierce, she risks everything to save those in need. From the moment she meets Kael, she sees past the assassin's icy exterior to the man buried beneath-wounded, suffering, yet still fighting. She vows to help him, no matter the cost. But fate is cruel. Their souls are bound by an incomplete prophecy, an unstable bond that ties their fates together in ways neither fully understands. As the crumbling empire spirals into chaos, Kael and Elara are hunted by enemies who seek the power they wield-by those who wish to control them, and those who wish to see them destroyed. With war looming and the darkness within Kael threatening to consume him, they must embark on a perilous journey to break the curse before it's too late. But the deeper their connection grows, the stronger the bond becomes, forcing them to confront a truth neither of them can deny: Their love is both their salvation and their doom. A tale of love, destiny, and the battle for one's soul, Bound by Blood and Fate is a sweeping romantasy filled with forbidden magic, high-stakes tension, slow-burning passion, and an assassin and healer who must defy fate itself to find freedom-together.
Her Lies, His Unbreakable Spirit

Her Lies, His Unbreakable Spirit

It was our ten-year anniversary, a celebration of the life Chloe and I had built, a life where her gallery thrived on the back of my secret, unique artistic ability. But then, I saw the name "Mark" flash across her phone, a ghost from her past that she claimed was long gone, and a cold dread settled in my stomach. Minutes later, Mark-pale, sickly, and utterly unwelcome-was being paraded into our party by Chloe, who then, to my horror, demanded I use my life-draining power to create a spectacular light show for his band's performance. I watched, hidden backstage, as my essence poured out, illuminating the man she adored, while she waved away my pleas to stop, her eyes fixed on him, a tenderness for him that she hadn't shown me in years. Left crumpled on the floor, my power spent, Chloe abandoned me for him, and I knew with a chilling certainty that the decade we' d shared was a lie, and there was nothing left but to walk away. But even fleeing her apartment, stripped of everything, wasn't enough to escape her cruel control. Mark, her "soulmate," staged elaborate deceptions, framing me for poisoning him, turning Chloe' s coldness into outright malice, and leading her to expose my deepest secret and imprison me for torturous "studies." Beaten, stripped, and emotionally ravaged, my only hope lay in a small, symbolic hearthstone from my true home back north, a stone Chloe had once dismissed as junk. When I crept back to reclaim it, only to be trapped and mercilessly tormented with ice-cold and scalding water, then forced to watch as she deliberately burned my painting and cast the stone, my last link to sanity, out the window, I understood: she owned me, and she was determined to break me completely. On her wedding day, Chloe still insisted I illuminate her triumph, only to find my hidden cell empty, and as she spiraled into a furious hunt for me, the truth about Mark' s cruel manipulations finally unraveled before her. Two years later, I found my new life, a new love, and a quiet strength she could never touch, and when she finally tracked me down, hoping for forgiveness, my calm, indifferent gaze was her final, crushing punishment: I was free, and she was utterly, unforgivably alone.
In My Next Life

In My Next Life

"Let's get engaged, Mr. Reynolds!" Hilda Moore blurted out, and the recklessly handsome, demi-god raised his brow. "You can't think of it, there's no time to think about it!" She quickly added, and the man's lips curl up. "What will be my benefit for being your acquaintance?" He asked, tucking his hand into his blazer suit pant pockets. "My Wealth! I know you don't need it, but having me as your partner in the business world is alone to remain top one forever!" She proposed boldly. "Okay then...." He replied, nodding casually. On hearing that, Hilda Moore couldn't be less happy, but her smile wearied off on hearing him adding, "But on one condition...." ****** Hilda Moore is a twenty-five years old heiress fighting brain tumor, but she believes she can get through it with her husband, Frank Cooper, and her step-sister, Amy Moore by her side. Not until she caught the two of them in bed together on the day she was supposed to go into surgery. The literal last straw is when the two she believes was all she got goes far as to murder her with no remorse. So, when Hilda Moore opens her eyes, and see that she has been given another chance to amend her mistakes, she is now determined to change her fate, But to do that, she must find someone to live in the kind of fate she once lived in. Hilda Moore set out to forge a better future for herself, and get her revenge by setting up her step-sister, and ex-husband to live in the cruel fate she lived in.
The Fifth Element: Academy Of Elemental Arts

The Fifth Element: Academy Of Elemental Arts

The prophecy promised she would end the war but It didn't mention the world would be left in ruins. Cassidy Fairchild always felt like an outsider in the mundane world, but she never expected to be the anomaly that changes everything. When she is summoned to the Academy of Elemental Arts, a boarding school rooted in a far away realm, hidden from the human world, she discovers it wasn't just an ordinary school like the ones in the world she knew, she discovered she was the wielder of the never seen Fifth Element, the element written in the prophesy, a power as volatile as it is ancient. In this realm where magic is a weapon, Cassidy finds an unlikely family in a group of gifted students; Madeleine: The steady heart with the power of Earth. Jake & Cara: Fire wielders whose blades burn as bright as their resolve. Damon: The cold precision of Water and Ice. Sage: A master of the forbidden arts of Blood and Water. Phoebe: The whirlwind force of Air. But the Academy's gilded halls hide rotting secrets. As the shadows at the edge of the realm begin to take form, the signs spoken of in the prophecy of war begins to surface. The misty demons are no longer just bedtime stories, they are an invading army, and some of the school's elder elementals may not be the protectors they claim to be. Greedy external forces have caught scent of her awakening. To them, Cassidy isn't a savior, she's a source of infinite power to be harvested. While the students fight to save their lives from demons, they must also protect the very essence of magic from those who would drain the world dry to possess the Fifth Element. To survive the coming slaughter, Cassidy and her friends must master their arts and forge a bond stronger than steel. Because when the war begins, it won't just be their lives on the line_ it will be the very fabric of the elemental world. The war is coming. The elements are shifting. And the Fifth Element is finally awake. ~~~
The Hearth's Unholy Secret

The Hearth's Unholy Secret

My best friend Chloe and I were drawn to The Hearth, a mountain valley sanctuary promising peace and belonging. We sought healing, desperate for a new start, believing in its vision of harmony and finding our true selves. But The Hearth was a gilded cage. After a decade of apparent bliss, I accidentally overheard a chilling conversation between Marcus, my husband and leader, and Julian, his second-in-command. They were discussing how they had orchestrated the brutal "cleansing" I endured years ago, merely to "test" me for Seraphina, the community's revered oracle. My world shattered. My spiritual abilities, my very 'Blossoming,' weren't nurtured but exploited. Chloe' s empathic Soul-Echo had been deliberately siphoned, a shard of it now a "charming little poppet" for Seraphina's raven. Marcus had faked an illness to manipulate me into draining eight of my nine Wellsprings, not for his safety, but to forge a mighty "Shield of Warding" for Seraphina. Even my nascent spiritual pregnancy was intentionally aborted by Marcus to preserve Seraphina's "primacy." Everything was a calculated lie, a cruel manipulation. The love, the care, the decade of peace – all for Seraphina's sake. How could we have been so blind, so stupidly grateful? The people we loved, the community we built, was nothing but an elaborate stage for their monstrous scheme. Chloe, pushed to her breaking point, unleashed her entire Soul-Echo in a desperate "Soulfire" against Seraphina, only for it to be blocked by the very shield made from my stolen power. She vanished, consumed by her own essence. My best friend, gone, and they dismissed it as mere theatrics, demanding more from me. In that moment, grief turned to an unquenchable, silent fury. They would pay. Every single one of them.
Her Gift, Her Curse, Her Redemption

Her Gift, Her Curse, Her Redemption

Sarah Miller, with her uncanny gift of foresight, was a sensation. Her "Sarah Sees" livestream, broadcast from her humble Vermont farmhouse, brought comfort and answers to thousands. She was a rising star, a rare and authentic voice in the world of online spiritual guidance. But then, out of nowhere, an old childhood acquaintance, Jessica Evans, appeared. "Mystic Jess," she called herself, launching a strikingly similar channel. Whispers of Sarah being a "copycat" began, subtly fueled by Jessica and an influential local figure, Alex Peterson. The online comments turned vicious, branding Sarah a "fraud" and "liar." Her followers evaporated, her income vanished. The local community, once supportive, grew cold, and the stress bled into her family's life. Then came the vandalism, spray-painted threats, culminating in a confrontation that tragically led to her father's fatal heart attack. I watched my family shatter, my life ruined, all by someone who seemed to mimic my every move, even my private thoughts, always one step ahead. How could Jessica know what I was about to say or do before I even did it? My own gift, once so clear, became a dark, confusing static whenever I tried to foresee anything about Jessica or my grim future. It made no sense. Crushed by grief and public scorn, wishing for an end to it all, I closed my eyes. A snap, a void, then a gasp. I opened them to find sunlight streaming through my old bedroom window, my laptop waiting-showing the exact date I launched my first livestream. I was back. And I wouldn't let it happen again.
The Vampire King's Bride

The Vampire King's Bride

~~~~The Underground Royalty Series~~~ Book 1 The Devil's Bride Book 2 The Elder's Kitten Book 3 The Vampire King's Bride Can be read stand-alone. Warning: Mature Content **** I could tell that she wanted nothing more than to kiss me, and from the way she was gazing at my fangs, I knew she imagined what it would be like if I were to drink from her. A thing I’d found myself unable to stop thinking about for years now. Bast was fighting so hard against herself, doing everything she could to convince herself that she didn't want this, that she didn't want me. Unknowing that she was fighting a losing battle, as she'd already made up her mind to be mine, and was only wasting her own time by denying it. After giving her a few moments to tell me no, and hearing no refusal, I gently traced my hands down her form until they met her thighs. Once I saw that she had no issue with it, I lifted her, so our faces were even with each other. "Why are you fighting against what you want, kitten?" I whispered as I brushed my lips against hers, torturing myself just as much as I was torturing her. "I don't know," Bast responded as she looked down, trying to catch her breath. I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at me. I hesitated for just a moment before finally giving in and bringing my lips to hers. Though I'd been thinking about it for years, the reality far exceeded expectation as I finally felt her lips against mine, heard her tiny purrs of pleasure and excitement as I allowed my hands to explore her body. Finally, being able to touch and caress her, feeling her tightening her legs around me as I explored her tongue with mine, it was like a climax of its own. Her heartbeat was erratic as she leaned into me, a small moan escaping as I explored her curves with my hands, her nails digging into my chest as she gripped my jacket to pull me closer. She couldn't hide how much she wanted me. Not now, not while her body was begging me to continue...