Dalia
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Tattoo on her Face
T.C. WOLFE
Isla: A missing child who had been presumed dead for several years. Is she, however, truly dead?
Tricia: An heiress and the daughter of a powerful Empire businessman. Was that life, however, truly meant for her?
Violet: An Assassin’s Guild Founder and the reigning Queen of the Underground City. Is she, however, worthy of that title?
All three distinct identities converge on a single fate.
What if the enigmatic cold assassin and mafia heir named Seth happens to cross her path? Will Seth be able to figure out what she's trying to hide? Or will she reveal herself alongside him?
Upon her sister’s death, she blamed herself for it. That she changed her identity in order to start a new life. She worked so hard to earn what she had right now. She became strong, powerful, feared, and respected.
After many years have passed. What if a ghost from her past comes back to haunt her? What if the things she ought to believe isn't what they really are? Will she be able to deal with it? What if the people she's grown to love and care for have secrets of their own? Will she be able to accept it?
Will it get easier for her in the long run? Or else fate will make things even more difficult for her.
She had always wished to live a normal life, but that wish seemed to exist only in her imagination.
For she is, after all, the girl with the TATTOO ON HER FACE.
Princess of AMBER ("A living THING" sequel)
SBany
I felt a slight pressure applied around my waist. First, I didn't pay attention to it, as my whole focus was on nearly dying girl in front of me. It got tighter and I felt a warmth of air hit my abs through fabric. My gaze fell on the unknown source nearly under me.
Laura.
Her hands wrapped around me, her face buried in to the fabric covering my stomach. I felt her hot breath hitting me hard, her small form shaking. It appeared to me, that she was crying, her sobs - silent.
"Please! Let her go.... Don't be sad......" she squeezed me tighter.
Sad? I was not..... My head moved up. In the dark brown glass decor, I saw my face. I felt mad, angry and all kind of other emotions, but the only one visible was the sorrow and pain. The expression I have never seen on myself before. It looked so foreign, I looked so strange in my own eyes.
"Please don't kill my friend, Bryce! ..... Please.....please..... please stop it...."
From the shock, I released Sharlene's ... The Galaxii Series Omnibus 1
Christina Engela
Just think about it.
As frontiers go, this is probably the most final of them all, not because it may be the last
frontier, but because as long as we try to cross it and explore it, we take it with us. No
matter how far we go, the frontier will always be just that much ahead of us, tantalizing our
curiosities. Thus, we can never really cross it in so far as just push it back a little.
The universe is so vast, so immense, we can never expect to explore it all. It is in effect,
not so much a final frontier as an ultimate frontier; the ultimate frontier – as wide as it
is deep. Stars shine coldly in the unimaginable blackness. Out of the darkness, a tiny speck
caught the distant light of stars – a tiny gray speck that, as it moved, seemed to grow
larger, catching the light just so until it revealed itself to be a ship.
Mykl d’Angelo groaned where he sat slumped in his chair. The irritating noise was unsettling
his pet dog lying on his lap. The wickerwork garden chair creaked pleasantly under him and
some native Earth birds made pleasant sounds above while the cool wind wafted over him as he
lazily …
Wait-a-minute! 
