Zoey Raven
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Love Me Like A Champion
Young Adult Xander Savage plays with footballs.
Freya Woods plays with hearts.
The other plays to win, one plays for fun.
Xander is the campus football champion, gentle, gorgeous, misunderstood. Everyone thinks he's a player, but he's actually the only good boy in school.
Freya is the campus play girl, bold, wild.
When fate throws them together, sparks fly...Neither knows their souls have met before...long ago, in another life, where they loved passionately and broke disastrously. But this time? They're destined to rewrite their ending...can they actually re write the stars?
LOVE ME LIKE A CHAMPION is a reincarnation campus romance about a boy who loves too deeply and a girl who's terrified to be loved. The Last Wildcard
Werewolf Welcome to the most dangerous dating show on Earth. Every year, the supernatural elite are invited to compete on a luxurious island where alliances are forged, rivalries turn deadly, and love is supposedly the prize. Cameras roll, viewers vote. Winners leave famous, bonded, and powerful.
No one talks about those who don't leave.
When Riven Ashcroft is chosen as a last-minute "human wildcard," she knows it's a mistake. She doesn't belong among witches, wolves, shifters, and beings who look at her like they already know her fate. She's here to survive the game not become part of it. But the island reacts to her presence. The trials change, the men stop competing with each other and start watching her.
As ancient magic stirs and divine forces interfere, she uncovers the truth: the show isn't about finding love, it's about awakening something forbidden, something the gods buried long ago.
And she isn't the contestant, she's the reason the game exists. With desire tangled in danger, bonds forming she never agreed to, and powers rising she was never meant to wield, she must decide, play by the rules or burn the entire game to the ground.
Because this season, love isn't the prize.
She is. The Mafia's Wrong Woman
Mafia "Please... I'm not her."
But the ropes bite tighter, and the man with dead eyes doesn't flinch.
Fortune Daquino was never meant to be here. Mistaken for Emily Carter, she's taken by Zeke Zee Armani, the kingpin, predator, embodiment of danger and desire.
What Zeke doesn't know? Fortune can body morph.
Things go wrong when the taste of power and blood is addictive, sex is used for revenge and treason is in the air.
Now, trapped in Zeke's world where betrayal is a weapon, Fortune must decide who she's willing to become.
Because in Zeke's world, no one is innocent.
She stole a life. He stole her freedom. But in the end, love demanded blood.
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Invisible To Her Bully
Dea B Unlike her twin brother, Jackson, Jessa struggled with her weight and very few friends. Jackson was an athlete and the epitome of popularity, while Jessa felt invisible.
Noah was the quintessential "It" guy at school-charismatic, well-liked, and undeniably handsome. To make matters worse, he was Jackson's best friend and Jessa's biggest bully.
During their senior year, Jessa decides it was time for her to gain some self-confidence, find her true beauty and not be the invisible twin.
As Jessa transformed, she begins to catch the eye of everyone around her, especially Noah.
Noah, initially blinded by his perception of Jessa as merely Jackson's sister, started to see her in a new light. How did she become the captivating woman invading his thoughts? When did she become the object of his fantasies?
Join Jessa on her journey from being the class joke to a confident, desirable young woman, surprising even Noah as she reveals the incredible person she has always been inside. My Daddy and Uncles
Flying Soul đŠ âAlina, you will get late for school againâ I heard Dad banging on my door.
âLast 10 minâ I mumble, but my eyes widen. I was with Uncle Harrison. Did Dad find us?
âAlinaâŠâ I opened my eyes, I was in my room and Harrison was looking at me with a warm smile wearing his signature suit.
âI am taking a bathâ I yelled.
âCome fast, your breakfast is ready,â Dad said before leaving.
âGood morningâ Uncle Harrison came to bed cupping my face he kissed me.
âGood morningâ I whispered on his lips.
âWhen did you bring me here,â I asked.
âYou were sleeping,â He said, scooping me in his arms and entering my bathroom.
âThis hide and seek is terribleâ I sighed.
âBut it's funâ He chuckled.
Author Note...
Hello dear Readers,
Meet Alina and her family.
The story of love, care, romance and lots of suspense.. The Price of Unrequited Love
Shearwater Eighteen days after giving up on Brendan Maynard, Jayde Rosario cut off her waist-length hair and called her father, announcing her decision to move to California and attend UC Berkeley.
Her father, surprised, asked about the sudden change, reminding her how she' d always insisted on staying with Brendan. Jayde forced a laugh, revealing the painful truth: Brendan was getting married, and she, his stepsister, could no longer cling to him.
That night, she tried to tell Brendan about her college acceptance, but his fiancée, Chloie Ellis, interrupted with a bubbly call, and Brendan' s tender words to Chloie twisted a knife in Jayde' s heart. She remembered how his tenderness used to be hers alone, how he had protected her, and how she had poured out her heart to him in a diary and a love letter, only for him to explode, tearing the letter and yelling, "I'm your brother!"
He had stormed out, leaving her to painstakingly tape the shredded pieces back together. Her love, however, didn't die, not even when he brought Chloie home and told her to call her "sister-in-law."
Now, she understood. She had to put that fire out herself. She had to dig Brendan out of her heart. Her Vengeance, Their Regret
Ellene Millstein The email chimed, promising a breakthrough â a perfect 1600 on my SATs, a golden ticket to the future, and finally, acceptance into the Miller family.
But then, Chloe, my adoptive sister, gasped, her own 1599 score turning her face green with envy.
In an instant, joy curdled into a nightmare as Liam, my adoptive brother, materialized, his protective fury ignited by Chloe' s crocodile tears.
He branded me a cheat, an ungrateful outsider out to humiliate his beloved sister, tearing down everything I' d worked for.
They dragged me, terrified, from the house, not to reflect, but to a rundown animal shelter, a place designed to exploit my deepest, most traumatic childhood phobia: dogs. This was no prank; it was calculated malice.
Left bleeding and broken, Liam' s scathing words on the phone twisted the knife deeper, dismissing my pleas for help as manipulation.
Then, Chloe' s voice, sickeningly sweet, promised to destroy my most cherished possession-a photo of my late mentor, Mr. Harrison-and I heard the shattering glass.
The line went dead, leaving me in the dark with a freed, aggressive pit bull, its growl a death knell.
Just as hope flickered, Chloe' s voice, cruel and dismissive, echoed again, mocking my screams as "dramatic."
They weren' t coming. They wanted me to die.
But then, I heard the sirens, and found the strength to scream one desperate command: "Break it down!"
The world exploded in light, but so did the Millers' carefully constructed facade, exposed live on national television as a horrific betrayal.
Now, as they face the consequences of their monstrous acts, I will rise from the ashes, no longer an outsider begging for crumbs of affection, but the architect of my own destiny. The Pop-Up Truth
Sutton Moul My phone screen lit up, not with a text, but a stark, black-and-white pop-up.
"Ethan' s SAT scores: 1580. Stanford bound with Tiffany. You' re the 'just in case' girl."
Just moments earlier, my childhood crush Ethan, whose father my own dad died saving, feigned despair over "disastrous" SAT scores.
He'd gently coerced me, the valedictorian, to give up my dream school for State College, all for "us."
These mysterious pop-ups, visible only to me, had always been unsettlingly, terrifyingly right.
This one revealed his calculated deception: he'd aced his SATs and was going to Stanford with his new girlfriend, Tiffany.
My heart turned to ice. I was his backup plan, a discarded pawn.
The betrayal escalated at his lavish graduation party where he publicly humiliated me, painting my sacrifice as my idea.
Then, with Tiffany's cruel suggestion, he trapped and locked me in a dark utility closet.
The final blow: he brazenly showed my ailing mom a faked State acceptance letter, causing her to suffer a heart attack.
As I sat by her hospital bed, watching her struggle for breath, a cold rage ignited.
How could the boy whose family owed us everything be capable of such cruel manipulation?
My dad died for his. Why was I his pawn? What were these pop-ups?
But in that sterile room, watching his continued charade, something inside me snapped.
I slapped him, hard.
No longer a confused victim, I saw him for what he was: a manipulative abuser.
This wasn't the end of my story.
This was the beginning of my fight to reclaim it. Echoes of a Nightmare
Zi Ya The night before the SATs, I sat at my desk, my mind fixed not on review books, but on Kevin Johnson, my ex-boyfriend, whose excited voice boomed from downstairs, bragging to my dad about Tiff Rodriguez' s party-his new girlfriend.
Then, a horrifying, vivid memory jolted me from what should have been a normal evening: Tiff, sneering in the school bathroom, outlining her vicious plan to drug Kevin so he' d miss his Ivy League SATs. In that other life, the one I somehow lived, I' d desperately tried to intervene, to warn him, but he' d just laughed it off.
Tiff' s scheme ultimately failed and led to her death, but Kevin, consumed by rage, responded by framing me for sexual assault. The unbearable shame of his lies drove my parents to suicide, and I, arrested and condemned, died in juvenile detention, haunted by Kevin' s cruel visit displaying my parents' last, broken moments.
The utter injustice of his monstrous lies, the agonizing despair of being blamed for everything while struggling to help, was an unbearable burden. How could one life be so thoroughly shattered by such a deep, twisted betrayal?
But then, a sharp gasp brought me back to my room, the exact same night before the SATs, Kevin' s laughter still echoing. This was it: my second chance. A cold, knowing smile touched my lips. This time, I would write a different ending. The Unwanted True Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
Snootie For seventeen years, I lived in a cramped house, thinking I was just an unwanted foster kid from the wrong side of the tracks.
That was until a wealthy couple in a black Lincoln showed up. I found out I was actually the real daughter of the elite Pennington family, switched at birth.
But my biological parents didn't come out of love. My foster mother happily sold me to them for a $100,000 check. When I was brought to their Upper East Side mansion, I quickly realized my birth parents loved the fake daughter, Daphne, far more than me. They looked at my cheap clothes with cold disappointment, while Daphne played the sweet, welcoming sister.
"I'll help you! It can be tough for new people, especially if they're... different."
She said it with a bright smile, but under the mahogany dining table, she was secretly giving me the middle finger. I had already overheard her on the phone, conspiring with my foster mother to frame me as a violent delinquent so my parents would kick me out. I was treated like a stray dog, an embarrassing stain on their perfect family portrait.
They all thought I was just a poor, helpless girl from the Rust Belt who they could easily manipulate and discard.
But as I sat alone in my dark room, I pulled out my unbranded, encrypted phone and bypassed their elite security network in ten seconds. They thought they brought home a victim, but they actually invited in their worst nightmare. This war had just begun.