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Princess Poppy never thought there would be an end to the war between her kingdom and that of the Dark Elves. That is until a proposition is made for her to marry the dark prince. Forced with the choice to save her people or herself, she picks the lives of the people in her home. The problem is Prince Erik isn't as accepting of the arranged marriage as she is. In fact, he wants to do everything he can to ruin the deal.
Will they put their differences aside to save their people?
Or will Poppy h...

Loving my boyfriend's best friend was one of the greatest feelings I had always wanted to get rid of. Harry never looked at me the way Shawn did but as a sister and a friend. So I decided to stick to that but every time I look at him, I'm unable to control these feelings I have for him. I know it's wrong to have these feelings for him but honestly he was the first boy I would ever loved. Shawn was second. I thought Harry leaving for England will help matters but now he's back and I know the wors...

“Take it off,” Jamie whispers, his voice now soft, dangerous, and utterly in control.
The same voice that the world thinks belongs to a quiet, harmless assistant now holds Aiden Vale, Hollywood’s golden boy, by the throat.
Aiden paused, his fingers frozen on the buttons of his shirt. “They’ll see the marks you left,” he murmurs, trying to sound defiant, but his voice trembles under my stare.
Jamie’s lips curl into a dark smile. “Let them.”
Aiden presses his bare chest to mine his hands sliding...

I couldn't get my eyes off my window as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Outside there in the darkness that was gradually going down due to the faint morning light, I continously stared at a thing no word in the English dictionary can explain.
*It was a black wolf with red eyes. So big that I could bet that it was two times bigger than Zane in his wolf form. But that wasn't the scary thing. The scary thing was that, it had a round substance on it's mouth. And since I know that I could se...

I lay in his arms, each breath tasting of blood and snow—he was the one who slaughtered my entire clan. The silver blade was within reach, his throat just inches from my revenge.
But he opened his eyes, those silver-gray depths locking onto my knife. The silver burned my palm as he pinned me beneath him, forcing bitter moonbane down my throat. His fingers traced the "traitor" brand seared into my chest. "Scars fade," he whispered. That tenderness cut deeper than any hatred ever could.