Found 1060 Azian (Prince of Dragons) book 1 Stories

Emerald Isle MC is a romantic suspense series that follows the motorcycle club's five officers as they navigate club life in Cascade Falls, North Carolina while finding love amidst running several local businesses, operating an underground fighting ring, and supplying guns to the Russian mob.
She is his ol’lady— his queen . . . and no amount of scars would ever change that.
Finn "Shamrock" Adair
Fifteen years ago, I became the President of the Emerald Isle MC . . . at the ripe age of twe...

"It's now or never, my little spitfire."
"It's always now with you, Alpha." She curled her tongue around his ear lobe and sucked gently before raking her teeth down it, just the way he liked.
Launching her onto the bed, he chuckled and reached for the bottom of his shirt, a dark, menacing look in his eyes, one which sent delicous tingles down her body.
"Don't call me Alpha unless you want it rough, baby." His lips curled up devilishly as he pushed down his jogging bottoms and boxers in one swift...

'Omnia disponere!"
And the luggage suddenly disappeared.
"My stuff!" the girl said, scared.
"Keep calm, dear. I just sent it to your room. I put it in your closet."
"Do I have my room?"
"Of course ... you"ll have your closet and your stuff. In addition to the luggage you had, Mr. Knudlac asked me to prepare other things you would need. Clothes tailored to you, shoes for running, for soirées and parties, for climbing and for trips, supplies and books and more. Including magic stuff to make y...

"Today was supposed to be our day! Our wedding day but here you are, sleeping with my best friend, Jasper!!" I yelled tearfully, swallowing down the burn of acid in my throat.
"Take you this long to find out, how ridiculous?" Brielle says, sitting upright, and clutching the bedsheet to hide her naked body. But I can see the glimmer of pleasure in her eyes, the way she is happy seeing me in pain.
"How long?" I can feel Leah struggling to be let out, so as to bounce on that shitty friend in fron...

FINDING PRINCE CHARMING
(THE BAKER AND THE ROGUE)
Growing up Jaylyn was called a cursed child. She worked hard everyday to prove herself to a world that had already decided her fate and rejected her multiple times. Jaylyn had to put up with her drunk father who had gambled away all he owns.
On his death bed, her uncle promised to cater for her upkeep till she was married to a suitable suitor. Trusting the words of her uncle, a high born baron of Dutchmall, Jaylyn left everything behin...

SKEPTIC IN SALEM: AN EPISODE OF CRIME is Book #2 in a charming new cozy mystery series by bestselling author Fiona Grace, author of Murder in the Manor, a #1 Bestseller with over 100 five-star reviews (and a free download)!When Mia Bold, 30, learns that the pharmaceutical company she works for only cares about money, she quits on the spot, walking away from a high-powered career—and from her long-time boyfriend, who breaks up with her.With the podcast taking off, and with a romance brewing, Mia ...

"Very entertaining. Highly recommended for the permanent library of any reader who appreciates a well-written mystery with twists and an intelligent plot. You will not be disappointed. Excellent way to spend a cold weekend!".--Books and Movie Reviews (regarding Murder in the Manor)SKEPTIC IN SALEM: AN EPISODE OF DEATH is Book #3 in a charming new cozy mystery series by bestselling author Fiona Grace, author of Murder in the Manor, a #1 Bestseller with over 100 five-star reviews (and a free downl...

---The game between Alpha and his Huntress mate---
---Who can be the final winner?---
---Who loses her/his heart in the game?---
“You know you never told me why you had those numbers,” Rogan said, “Do they mean something special?”
“We get them assigned, but I was able to decide mine,” I said.
“Oh? Why 110 then?” Rogan kept asking.
I smiled a little, and Rogan looked at me confused.
“It … it was my father’s number,” I said.
“I … I wanted to honour him, you know.
Rogan squeezed my hand and I lo...

"Why is he so angry?" Arius asked as he ran, his face a calm mask, breathing surprisingly even. The only thing that betrayed the supernatural speed in which he was running at was his curly log hair, which whipped wildly behind him, displaying all the sharp perfect angles of his pale inhumanly beautiful face. There was no sign of sweat, anxiety or disorientation. Far too graceful for person fleeing for his life. I, on the other hand probably looked like a mess.
From behind us came another groun...