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[Mature Content]
'He was sin. A sin she was not supposed to commit to.'
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The body of a mermaid is a vault of treasures. Their tears formed the most splendid of pearls, their exquisite blood a euphoric drug for vampires, their luscious hair woven into the finest of silk, and their tender meat sought after by werewolves more than Heaven’s ambrosia.
The creatures of night mingled within human society, fleeced in the wool of aristocracy, veiled in their portrayed innocence and nobility, their savagery continued to predate on the weak and powerless.
Genevieve Barlow, Eve for short, was an exceptionally strange young lady. She had an alluring and beguiling nature, where for her twenty-four year old self had barely changed in appearance since her eighteenth birthday. She had fooled the administration and had gotten a degree so that she could have a better life.
Most odd of all was that Eve had a secret she shared with no one.
She enters the house of Moriarty, not just to earn but also to find answers on what happened to her mother nearly two decades ago.
Unfortunately, things do not always proceed as one planned. Despite her cautious nature and desire to stay out of sight, a cold pair of eyes falls on her, that soon refuses to leave her out of sight.
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Disowned for being a human, Vivian was taken in as a maid at the age of seven by the Carmichael household. Serving one of the most respected and elite pureblood families in Bonelake, there were rules.
Rules that must be followed by all servants and maids.
Like everyone else, Vivian was repeatedly reminded not to disobey the rules. But before she could learn to blend into the background like the other servants, the Duke's young son calls to her,
“Bambi.”
And all hell breaks loose.
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“What? Never seen a bruise before?” Leonard scoffed at the girl.
“Does it hurt?” Vivian asked, gently kneeling beside him and examining the several bruises covering his face.
“Not that much.”
Remembering what her mother used to do when she got a bruise, Vivian brought her sleeve to her mouth and blew warm air on it before placing it on the boy's cheek, taking him by surprise.
Leonard swatted her hand away, a hint of pink appearing on his cheeks embarrassed, “W-what are you doing?”
“Mama told me this will make the pain go away,” the girl held her hand close to her chest as she shared her past memory.
“I’m not a child!” Leonard huffed at her.
“I don’t think you’re a child,” she stared at him with a crystal-clear gaze.
Taken aback, Leonard locked eyes with her for two seconds before shaking his head.
“Don’t worry about it. They’ll heal in a day or two anyways,” he reassured her before getting up and taking a seat at the table where his books were placed.
“Odd girl,” he muttered to himself as he pulled the top book from the stack and lost himself in it.
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Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water.
She paused in front of her kitchen’s window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion’s garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening.
Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body.
A DEAD BODY!
Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, ”What are you doing?!“
Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here.
“Gardening.”
“And the body?!”she looked at him in disbelief.
“Fertilizer,” he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?!
She then heard him ask her, “Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?” he gave her a sweet smile.
Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
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The year 1847
The four Empires have stayed unchanged for centuries, vampires having the upper hand and being the master puppeteer of all. But conflicts have begun to rise-an internal war between the two empires, Bonelake and Woville.
Heidi was an adopted child, where one of the Duke had been generous enough to take her in. A girl, who when grew up had no idea that she would be the political bridge between the two empires. A marriage with the East Lord’s relative.
Lord Nicholas with his gentle appearance and behaviour made him the White King of the Empire. A man who was the kindest to the souls around him, with only a few who knew what laid beneath that beautiful mask. What happens when a girl is responsible for bringing out the worst and the best out of him? Especially when it’s his cousin’s fiancee.
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[Mature Content]
‘All it took was breaking one rule that she was not supposed to’
He was the bad boy with tattoos. She was the good girl with glasses, and she was his.
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When Julianne Winters decides to move to the dormitory of the reputed University, she has everything planned so that she can complete her graduation and leave the place. But her plan is quick to catch fire from the moment the eyes of Roman Moltenore from senior year lands on her. And his appearance screams nothing but TROUBLE.
“What rules?” Julianne asked with a frown as she read through the page. She was sure she hadn't seen any rules of the campus mentioned on their website.
# 4. No using cell phones.
# 12. Students should not roam outside the campus after eleven in the night.
The further she read, the more bizarre it turned out to be. Her friend turned the page and then pointed at the last rule # 29. Listen to Roman Moltenore.
“This is made up. Look, the last one is even written in pencil.” Julianne couldn't believe that her friend from the next dorm thought she would fall for it. “And no phone?”
“It is important you abide by all the rules. Especially number twenty nine,” said the girl in a serious tone. “Remember not to get involved with Roman. If you happened to see him, run in the other direction. There is a reason why it is written down here.”
With the rules of the campus, she resorts to sending handwritten letters to her uncle. But who knew it would end up in someone else’s hand!
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[Mature content 18+. No rape]
“Your bed is cold,” spoke a voice in the room that had her eyes go wide in fear. Nervously, she turned around, gulping softly to see a shadow on her bed as if someone laid down there. The man who had been lying down sat up emerging out from the shadows where he had been waiting for her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked when his feet touched the ground and he pushed himself up to start walking towards her. His handsome features looked darker than usual because of the lack of light in the room.
“I came to meet you,” he tilted his head, “Where did you go?”
“I went out for a walk,” came the quick reply that had him smile, a smile that scared her the most.
She took a step back when he came close to her. It didn't stop him from cornering her, and her back hit the wall behind her. He raised his hand towards her face, and she closed her eyes, scared. She shuddered when his fingers trail down from her temple and her jaw and neck. Her blonde hair was left open.
“In the middle of the night?” she didn’t answer him knowing he could decipher her lies through her words. He stepped closer that had her turn her face away from him and his words vibrated on the skin of her neck,
“Did you go to meet him, my sweet girl?”
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She leaned down to look inside the well and sighed. Tucking back her hair behind her ear as the evening wind blew.
“I told you not to be a curious cat,“ she scolded looking at the well to receive a small “meow“ from it. Her cat had stepped on the edge of the well no matter how many times she placed it back on the ground and as expected it fell inside it,
“You know what I“m goin...
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[Volume 1 complete]
When Louise Evardon agrees to marry one of the most elite men in her town of Habsburg, she believes life couldn't get any more different than what it was until she comes to know with dismay that the man had wives before her and all of them dead.
But that isn't what she has to worry about. With unknown people around her and someone trying to get rid of her from the huge estate, she has to save her life before history repeats itself again.
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“But he is a good man,” she argued to see his eyes narrow at her words.
“And I could be a bad man,” he warned, “Until you’re under my wing, I expect you to behave and listen to what I say. Do not let any man kiss you, Katherine. We don’t want you falling into wrong hands like before so play along.”
“I’m not yours to listen,” she blurted out and felt her face flush with embarrassment for the second time in the evening, “I mean you can’t-”
“So disobedient,” he murmured before his hand moved from her waist to her back pulling her close to him and he whispered,
“Would you want to be mine?”
Year 1834
A dark time when the shadowed creatures descended the peaceful human lands, making their existence known slowly. The time when empires were ruled by the human’s conspiracy, betrayal, and hate but unaware that they were just mere puppets. The actual puppeteers behind the scenes were the shadowed creatures, having the power to crush anything in their way.
What happens when a little human girl catches the eye of one of the pureblooded Lord? Will she survive the political affairs between the lands when there is a handsome Lord involved and not to forget the ghost that’s followed her back home.
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“Who touched you?” he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn’t answer, his voice thundered in the room, “WHO?”
The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, “Sir, it was Mr. Reverale,” Damien’s face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind.
“Bring the man here.”
“N-now?” stuttered the butler. It was the time of night.
Damien who hadn’t broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl’s head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master’s eyes, “Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?” Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes.
“Damien, are we having a late tea party?” Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out.
Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain.
“No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her,” sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.
Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market.
On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a ‘guest’ for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy.
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