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In the prestigious halls of Emerald Crest Academy, Eros Belmonte is known as the "Ice Prince." Ever since a tragic accident claimed the lives of his mother and sister, he has closed himself off from the world, wearing his emotional detachment like an armor. His cold demeanor instills fear in his schoolmates, who keep their distance, leaving him isolated in his grief.
Everything changes when he meets Athena, an orphan and the unwanted adopted daughter of the Sanderson family. Like Eros, she has ...

He stood infront of me, held my face between his hands and stared down at me.
I waited, once again, I did.
For what?
This time I didnt know.
But the moment he spoke, I knew, the wait was over.
" you waited. " he said.
I gasped.
" you waited." He breathed.
This is a story of a wife who waited for her husband.
For him to listen, hear, see and love her.

In a world where female werewolves are prizes to be hunted, one Alpha's daughter refuses to be caught.
Eighteen-year-old Lena Blackwood has always been different—preferring books to forests, independence to tradition. Now, as the annual werewolf hunting party approaches, she faces the barbaric ritual that haunts every unmated female: becoming prey for males eager to claim her with their bite.
As the daughter of a powerful Alpha, Lena is the ultimate trophy. One mark on her neck could force her...

Earth was dying. They deemed it unsavable, so they sent Nasia on her very first mission to retrieve every species DNA on the planet. Only she was ordered to leave the humans behind.
With no emotions of her own she never understood the humans so called feelings over the decades it takes her to gather all the samples.
Until she meets a boy named Ry. A boy who shows her a side no other human ever has before. A boy she was willing to risk everything to save.

I need a fake date to my brother's wedding, and billionaire Charlie Walgrove owns a tux. Simple, right? He’s also my sister’s boss, and I agree to let her set me up with the awkward genius, who apparently has even less luck in the dating game than a struggling artist, aka me. We’re total opposites, but the date goes okay. We agree to be friends, the kind who won’t become lovers. Famous last words. On a series of “friend dates” involving bar snacks, acrylic paint and hedgehogs, I discove...