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Lydia Loveday is forced to transfer colleges mid-semester due to a traumatic event at her dream school. Little does she know, this school is exclusive to Werewolves, Vampires, and Magic-Users, and she's the only human amongst the student body... or so she thinks.
She is met by a BodyGuard that her wealthy father employed to keep history from repeating itself, except Adrian is much more than he seems. Aside from being a sexy Korean millionaire, Adrian is a Werewolf. Not just any Werewolf, howeve...

Sagar is a tall, fair and extremely handsome man, could be easily called as a Dream boy. While he dreams about only one girl.... Damini. The girl who stole his heart when they were still in school...
He was madly in love with Damini. But one day she left without saying a single word to him.
He was broken hearted and still kept looking for her... Finally he found her after 10 years.
What will happen when they come face to face with each other. Come and join this journey to find more about t...

Stella Moore only wanted Revenge.
Ten years ago, her family was murdered by King's corporation.
Forced into hiding, she and her aunt fled to another country, taking on new identities to escape their enemies. Now she's back– to make every one of them pay.
As the president's secretary, she can access the corporation's secrets. Step by step she gathers evidence to bring down King’s corporation. But there’s one problem in her way–the president–Liam Carson.
Handsome, charming, and kind, he stirs f...

Mandy Lawson mistakes Jason Cole's intentions as a power grab and, in her anger, attacks him and flees. As the truth slowly emerges, their relationship becomes increasingly strained, and the identity of the real mastermind remains shrouded in mystery.

Rancher Stetson isn’t happy to meet city girl Jennifer, who’s been sent to audit his farm by a bank. But when a washed-out road forces Jennifer to spend the night at the ranch, passion results. Will their romance be able to last?

TBD

Yes, I jumped from that rooftop. Wind screaming in my ears as I fell, thinking it might finally earn me one fucking tear from them. Instead, all I got was "she's so dramatic."
Now I'm staring at fifteen-year-old skin in the mirror. Downstairs, their fake voices call my name—identical to that "welcome home" afternoon three years ago.
Yvette rushes to hug me, sugar-sweet venom dripping from her lips: "Remember who the princess is." I give her the same plastic smile right back.
I hear the voice in ...