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STONE SOUL:
Patrick Amintoros has always been the shadow and constant companion of Alexandros III, Mégas of the vampires. When his master and best friend disappears and the Council of Eleven names him the new King, the former captain and bodyguard faces a series of unexpected situations.
Kira Samaras is an independent, empowered woman with liberal ideas who has had bad experiences in her romantic relationships. When she began to associate with the mysterious and intense head of security at Villa Philipides, the girl immediately suspected that something was wrong. Then a trio of strangers knocked on her door and she knew she was absolutely right.
Who really has the soul of stone? The ruthless warrior or the woman who just wants to have fun?
ICE HEART:
Vlad:
Two huge and irrational desires take hold of me. I want to put my hands around the long and beautiful neck of the girl and squeeze it tightly, until I see the light leave her eyes, on the other hand I want to kiss her until I'm out of breath and fuck her until she passes out. I know it will make me suffer unspeakably. I have seen it and my universe has shrunk to the miserable space occupied by a five-foot-tall girl. I must find Alexandros quickly and demand that he hand her over to me.
Vladislaus Dragulia has been waiting centuries for the return of his first and most beloved wife... he just doesn't know why he's waiting for her. Does Count Dracula want to hold his beloved in his arms and be happy... or does he want to make her suffer for how things ended between them during the girl's previous life?

—Don't look at me like you want to eat me! - I yell getting up from my chair, in a sudden and unexplainable rage.
Alex stares at me impassively, swirling the wine in his hand a couple of times untill he drains it in one gulp.
— I look at you like I want to eat you. - He repeats amusedly. - You're absolutely right, little witch. I want to devour you and not only in a sexual way.
I step back in fear shaking my head.
—Are you some kind of cannibal or something?
His eyes sweep over me from head to toe, he lays the glass down on the table and stands up. With slow and measured movements he surrounds the table, coming closer to me.
—Oh no, baby. What I am is worse, much worse than that.
Yolie Bruzain was run over by a car and lives fighting against the constant panic attacks she suffers as a result of the accident. Her recovery is considered a miracle and the girl has always suspected that supernatural forces helped save her life.
Three years after waking up from a coma, she is kidnapped by an enigmatic Greek and she will understand that her suspicions are not unfounded.
Nothing is what it seems, not even she herself is who she thinks she is.

After being sold into slavery by her own mother, Umara is taken to the capital of the Kurani Empire where she will be rescued by whom she believes to be a prince.
The long journey and the hardships make him lose consciousness and when he wakes up he finds nothing more and nothing less... than in the Emperor's harem!
Trying to stand by her beliefs, she will be involved in a series of dangerous events, as she accidentally discovers that someone is trying to poison the emperor and his wives.
She earns the enmity of Lady Cassandra, the Emperor's first wife, who will try by all means to get rid of her.

Without warning or any finesse, Matt Montalvo glued his mouth to mine and ended up sticking his tongue down my throat.
What werewolf story to be respected, doesn´t have the usual and indispensable hot, eye candy and sensual boys to eat with Nutella?
They must be three, right? We have to comply with the cliché.
They must be the most handsome of all campuses, the most popular, the richest, and the most sons of bitches... Obviously.
Well, I present to you the twin Mark and Matt Montalvo, tall, athletic, brown-eyed, black haired (imagine the rest, I know they are excellent at it) they are practically identical except for the mole that graces the insufferable Mark's kissable chin. Of course, they aren't alone, nope.
With them comes their younger brother, the tasty Ramses, similar to them but much more... likable, if you ask me.
I would like to lie and say that I adore the twins, that I would kiss the ground they walk on, that I have an altar to their names, and that I pray to them…nah.
I pray, yes, but for a fucking lightning to strike them!
I had the misfortune of meeting them when I was in fourth grade...
It all happened in my last year of medical school.
I was studying at the University of Medical Sciences of my province, here in Cuba, and I was in the middle of the second semester of the internship when the calamity broke out:
A student was found dead in the girls' building!
According to the autopsy results, the girl had been strangled.
The worst of all?
The dead girl was my roommate and it had been me who had found her.
1 The Montalvos was hiding something. Something terrible, and from what I had heard I suspected it was related to Amalia's murder. Had they killed her? Had it been the twins?
2 Mark was the one who chased me with the knife last night. The bloody jerk! Apparently, he wanted to scare me so that I would return to my town with my tail between my legs and not find out what they were up to, but his nefarious plan had backfired! At that very moment, I was under his roof and he would have to stand for me even if he didn't want to.
3 OMG, OMG! Matt Montalvo liked me! I mean…how? Why? Since when? And what's more…he paid to have my dorm door fixed!

Sin previo aviso ni delicadeza alguna, Matt Montalvo pegó su boca a la mía y terminó metiendo su lengua en mi garganta.
¿Qué historia de hombres lobo que se respete no tiene a los habituales e indispensables chicos calientes, sensuales y atractivos para comerse con Nutella?
Deben ser tres, ¿verdad? Tenemos que cumplir con el cliché.
Deben ser los más guapos de todo el campus, los más populares, los más ricos y los más hijos de puta... Obviamente.
Bueno, les presento a los gemelos Mark y Matt Montalvo, altos, atléticos, de ojos marrones, cabello negro (imaginen el resto, sé que son excelentes en eso) son prácticamente idénticos excepto por el lunar que adorna la barbilla besable del insufrible Mark. Por supuesto, no están solos, no.
Con ellos viene su hermano menor, el sabroso Ramses, similar a ellos pero mucho más... simpático, si me preguntan.
Me gustaría mentir y decir que adoro a los gemelos, que besaría el suelo que pisan, que tengo un altar con sus nombres y que rezo por ellos... nah.
Rezo, sí, ¡pero para que un maldito rayo los parta!
Tuve la desgracia de conocerlos cuando estaba en cuarto grado...
Todo sucedió en mi último año de la escuela de medicina.
Estaba estudiando en la Universidad de Ciencias Médicas de mi provincia, aquí en Cuba, y estaba en medio del segundo semestre del internado cuando estalló la calamidad:
¡Encontraron a una estudiante muerta en el edificio de las chicas!
Según los resultados de la autopsia, la chica había sido estrangulada.
¿Lo peor de todo?
La chica muerta era mi compañera de cuarto y fui yo quien la encontró.
—Los Montalvo estaban escondiendo algo. Algo terrible, y por lo que había escuchado, sospechaba que estaba relacionado con el asesinato de Amalia. ¿La habían matado ellos? ¿Habían sido los gemelos?
—Mark fue quien me persiguió con el cuchillo anoche. ¡El maldito imbécil! Aparentemente, quería asustarme para que regresara a mi pueblo con el rabo entre las piernas y no descubriera lo que estaban tramando, ¡pero su nefasto plan le salió mal! En ese mismo momento, estaba bajo su techo y tendría que soportarme aunque no quisiera.
—¡Dios mío, Dios mío! ¡A Matt Montalvo le gusto! Quiero decir... ¿cómo? ¿Por qué? ¿Desde cuándo? Y lo que es más... ¡pagó para que arreglaran la puerta de mi dormitorio!

— Não me olhe como se quisesse me devorar! — grito, levantando-me da cadeira, em uma raiva súbita e inexplicável.
Alex me encara impassível, girando o vinho na taça algumas vezes até esvaziá-la de um gole só.
— Eu olho para você como se quisesse te devorar. — Ele repete divertido. — Você está absolutamente certa, bruxinha. Eu quero te devorar e não apenas de uma maneira sexual.
Dou um passo para trás, com medo, balançando a cabeça.
— Você é algum tipo de canibal ou algo assim?
Seus olhos me percorrem da cabeça aos pés, ele coloca a taça na mesa e se levanta. Com movimentos lentos e calculados, ele contorna a mesa, aproximando-se de mim.
— Ah, não, querida. O que eu sou é pior, muito pior do que isso.
Yolie Bruzain foi atropelada por um carro e vive lutando contra os constantes ataques de pânico que sofre como resultado do acidente. Sua recuperação é considerada um milagre e a garota sempre suspeitou que forças sobrenaturais ajudaram a salvar sua vida.
Três anos após acordar do coma, ela é sequestrada por um enigmático grego e entenderá que suas suspeitas não são infundadas.
Nada é o que parece, nem mesmo ela é quem pensa ser.

Sem aviso ou qualquer finesse, Matt Montalvo colou sua boca na minha e acabou enfiando a língua na minha garganta.
Qual história de lobisomem que se preze não tem os habituais e indispensáveis garotos sensuais, de tirar o fôlego e de dar água na boca, para comer com Nutella?
Eles devem ser três, certo? Temos que cumprir o clichê.
Eles devem ser os mais bonitos de todo o campus, os mais populares, os mais ricos e os maiores filhos da mãe... Obviamente.
Bem, apresento a vocês os gêmeos Mark e Matt Montalvo, altos, atléticos, de olhos castanhos, cabelos pretos (imagine o resto, sei que são excelentes nisso) eles são praticamente idênticos, exceto pela pinta que adorna o queixo beijável do insuportável Mark. Claro, eles não estão sozinhos, não.
Com eles vem o irmão mais novo, o gostoso Ramses, parecido com eles, mas muito mais... simpático, se você me perguntar.
Eu gostaria de mentir e dizer que adoro os gêmeos, que beijaria o chão que eles pisam, que tenho um altar com os nomes deles e que rezo para eles... nah.
Eu rezo, sim, mas para que um raio os atinja!
Tive a infelicidade de conhecê-los quando estava na quarta série...
Tudo aconteceu no meu último ano de faculdade de medicina.
Eu estava estudando na Universidade de Ciências Médicas da minha província, aqui em Cuba, e estava no meio do segundo semestre do internato quando a calamidade estourou:
Uma estudante foi encontrada morta no prédio das meninas!
De acordo com os resultados da autópsia, a garota havia sido estrangulada.
O pior de tudo?
A garota morta era minha colega de quarto e fui eu quem a encontrou.
1 Os Montalvo estavam escondendo algo. Algo terrível, e pelo que eu tinha ouvido, suspeitava que estava relacionado ao assassinato de Amalia. Eles a mataram? Foram os gêmeos?
2 Mark foi quem me perseguiu com a faca na noite passada. O desgraçado sangrento! Aparentemente, ele queria me assustar para que eu voltasse para minha cidade com o rabo entre as pernas e não descobrisse o que eles estavam tramando, mas seu plano nefasto saiu pela culatra! Naquele exato momento, eu estava sob o teto dele e ele teria que me aturar, mesmo que não quisesse.
3 OMG, OMG! Matt Montalvo gostava de mim! Quero dizer... como? Por quê? Desde quando? E mais... ele pagou para consertar a porta do meu dormitório!

Ohne Vorwarnung oder jegliche Finesse presste Matt Montalvo seinen Mund auf meinen und steckte seine Zunge in meinen Hals.
Welche Werwolf-Geschichte, die etwas auf sich hält, hat nicht die üblichen und unverzichtbaren heißen, augenschmeichelnden und sinnlichen Jungs, die man am liebsten mit Nutella essen würde?
Es müssen drei sein, oder? Wir müssen dem Klischee gerecht werden.
Sie müssen die schönsten auf dem ganzen Campus sein, die beliebtesten, die reichsten und die größten Mistkerle... Natürlich.
Nun, ich präsentiere euch die Zwillinge Mark und Matt Montalvo, groß, athletisch, braunäugig, schwarzhaarig (stellt euch den Rest vor, ich weiß, ihr seid darin ausgezeichnet). Sie sind praktisch identisch, abgesehen von dem Leberfleck, der Marks unerträglich küssbares Kinn ziert. Natürlich sind sie nicht allein, nein.
Mit ihnen kommt ihr jüngerer Bruder, der leckere Ramses, der ihnen ähnlich sieht, aber viel... sympathischer ist, wenn ihr mich fragt.
Ich würde gerne lügen und sagen, dass ich die Zwillinge liebe, dass ich den Boden küssen würde, auf dem sie gehen, dass ich einen Altar für ihre Namen habe und zu ihnen bete... nee.
Ich bete, ja, aber dafür, dass ein verdammter Blitz sie trifft!
Ich hatte das Pech, sie in der vierten Klasse kennenzulernen...
Es geschah alles in meinem letzten Jahr des Medizinstudiums.
Ich studierte an der Universität der Medizinischen Wissenschaften meiner Provinz hier in Kuba und war mitten im zweiten Semester des Praktikums, als das Unheil ausbrach:
Eine Studentin wurde tot im Mädchenwohnheim gefunden!
Laut den Ergebnissen der Autopsie war das Mädchen erwürgt worden.
Das Schlimmste von allem?
Das tote Mädchen war meine Mitbewohnerin und ich war es, die sie gefunden hatte.
1 Die Montalvos verbargen etwas. Etwas Schreckliches, und nach dem, was ich gehört hatte, vermutete ich, dass es mit Amalias Mord zusammenhing. Hatten sie sie getötet? Waren es die Zwillinge gewesen?
2 Mark war derjenige, der mich letzte Nacht mit dem Messer verfolgt hatte. Der blutige Mistkerl! Anscheinend wollte er mich so erschrecken, dass ich mit eingezogenem Schwanz in meine Stadt zurückkehren und nicht herausfinden würde, was sie vorhatten, aber sein niederträchtiger Plan war nach hinten losgegangen! In diesem Moment war ich unter seinem Dach und er würde mich ertragen müssen, auch wenn er es nicht wollte.
3 OMG, OMG! Matt Montalvo mochte mich! Ich meine... wie? Warum? Seit wann? Und noch dazu... er hat dafür bezahlt, dass meine Wohnheimtür repariert wurde!