The perpetually 17-year-old Rose Cristian has resurrected. Again. She has to. Otherwise, the evil witch Joanna would succeed in ending the world. Rose isn't worried, though, she has vanquished the enemy several times before and will do so again. Only this time, Joanna's become more powerful and it might be Rose's first loss in their 500-year-old war. That is unless Rose gains access to an ancient curse that's fatal to the witch. The catch? She has to marry the mysterious and brooding Jericho in order to activate the curse. Despite an obvious physical attraction, Rose just can't seem to like her husband and he seems to feel the same. So it's always sarcasm and fistfights whenever they're together. Add into the mix her newfound warrior team: the morose werewolf Ty and the clumsy wizard Trick. Will Rose succeed in her task this century or will she finally breathe her last?
Meteors struck the earth almost every hour, bringing immediate destruction in their wake. Fortunately, humans have developed force fields to deflect the meteors. But these didn't always work, especially on the outskirts of the city.
Rose Cristian should've remembered that fact on her way to Zone 206, but she was too busy reining in her anger. Stomping on her rain-soaked boots, Rose could just see her destination in the dark of the night, her supernatural vision never failing her. The streets haven't changed much either. Once she arrived, she punched her way into the pub, rattling the whole establishment with sheer force. She heard cursing as she stepped inside.
Red-faced, a portly man studied his beer-stained shirt with disgust. He whirled towards Rose, incensed, "Drat it! You son of a ---"The words fell from the man's mouth, and he became even more beet red as he recognized Rose.
"Hello, Hunter. I see you're still shit-faced as ever. But you were ten a century ago. What excuse do you have now?" Rose greeted the man without much expression on her face. No one could deny the fury in her eyes, though.
"You-how!?" Hunter stuttered, his fangs out in surprise. "Rose?! But you aren't supposed to be resurrected until next month!" he exclaimed.
Rose ignored the vampire, just like she always did. She surveyed the empty pub instead, with eyes narrowed and arms crossed against her chest. From the looks of it, Hunter had cleared the humans out of the place using his encanto, probably to have his fill of the booze it provided. Why the vampire felt the need to gorge himself in a substance that neither affects nor sustains him, Rose didn't know.
"Father Benedict didn't say---I mean, why...why so early? What made him change his mind?" Hunter continued to ramble, scratching at his bald head. He gasped, "Oh, God. Don't tell me...the world is ending, isn't it?"
Taking a deep breath, Rose scoffed at the vampire, "What gave that away? The meteors that will hit this place in an hour?"
"No, I mean. This time, it's really ending, right? Like...whoosh...one big end."
Rose took a moment to think about that.
"Yes," Rose answered matter-of-factly, "The world is ending so Father Benedict found it urgent to wake me. He thinks it's Joanna."
Hunter's eye widened, "And to keep her from doing that, the old priest woke you up."
"Yes, didn't I just say? And that old priest also has this ridiculous idea that I should..." Rose scoffed, her eyes still scanning the pub in a tense glare, "Now, tell me. Where is he?"
"Who?" Hunter pursed his mouth, feigning ignorance.
"Looking for me?" a tall stranger emerged from the shadows, tapping his cane on the floor in front of him.
Turning towards him, Rose's gaze was first drawn to the man's right leg, which exhibited the slightest limp with each step. Probably some childhood injury to the knee that never quite healed. Rose's eyes then traveled up to his hands and arms, strong and muscular. But Rose noticed that he looked a little sallow. For a beat, Rose wondered why, but then their eyes met. A shock that she never felt before went through her whole body. The blood in her veins, newly pumped just an hour ago, turning cold as ice. Rose swallowed, hoping the stranger didn't notice her surprise.
"Call it off," Rose said without context, knowing that the man knew what she meant. But he only cocked an eyebrow in response. "Call. It. Off." Rose enunciated, flinging the words at him.
Unflinching, the man made a show of going towards the empty bar. He sat on a stool, stretching his long legs in front of him leisurely, all the while ignoring Rose's toxic glare.
"Uh..." Hunter designed to pipe up, "I think I'm gonna go--"
"Stay." Rose spat.
"Okay." Hunter squeaked, freezing in his spot beside Rose.
Rose didn't take her eyes off the stranger, "I don't know who you are and what you're getting from this. But there is no way in hell that I am marrying you."
"Wait...marriage?!" Hunter choked.
"Why, it's very nice to meet you, too, Ms. Cristian." the man answered calmly, smirking in the face of her fury, "I'm Jericho."
"Didn't you hear me?" Rose clipped, "Go to that damned church right now and tell the old man that you're calling the marriage off. "
"Damned church," Jericho repeated, chuckling as if it were the funniest joke in the world.
Beside Rose, Hunter snorted a laugh too, which made her finally snap. Rose launched a fist at Jericho, fully expecting him to be slow due to his disability. But he easily dodged the attack, making Rose blink in surprise. Recovering, she swung another one at him, but this time he caught her arm. This made Rose lose her balance and she went toppling on top of him as they went careening onto the floor. Jericho grunted as he accommodated her weight, but he caught her waist easily, pinning her to him.
Her heart pounding, Rose struggled to get off him. But his arms were too strong.
"So, tell me, Ms. Cristian, while we're in this comfortable position on the floor, why don't you want to marry me?" Jericho asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.
A blush crept up Rose's face and she must be out of her mind because needlessly, Rose realized that she liked his face. It was conventionally handsome, the one that would turn heads if he walked down the street. Normally, Rose could care less about that, such perfection unnerved her. But there was something in his features that drew her. She didn't know what. And that was why she decided then and there that whatever gut feeling she had towards Jericho, it would be hate.
"Because---because you're a total stranger! And you don't even know me. Why are you agreeing to this? What do you get from it?" she exclaimed.
For a second, sadness welled into Jericho's deep blue eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. "I get to save the world from Joanna, of course."
Rose scoffed, "Please, let's not kid ourselves. She couldn't beat me before and she's not going to, now. And if she becomes stronger than I can handle, I'm sure I can find other ways to overcome her."
The corners of Jericho's mouth pulled up, "That might be. But are you sure marrying me is not the best way to do it? Because I'm pretty sure you'll never find another like me."
Rose scoffed again. She knew about pick-up lines and there wasn't one that could ever work on her. Once again, she struggled against his hold, hitting him in the stomach as she pulled herself up. Jericho grunted at the assault and sank further down the floor.
"I don't appreciate being made fun of," Rose said, smoothly standing up.
"Was serious." Jericho gasped through the pain, but Rose could still hear a smile in his words.
Rose studied him, careful to keep the distance in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but something out the window caught her eye. Her eyes widened in apprehension.
Panicked, Hunter shook Rose's shoulders, "Um...guys...
But he didn't get to finish his sentence as the darkness of an incoming meteor enveloped the skies above them.
In school, she is the brightest, most cheerful girl you'll ever meet. The one who was lucky enough to be one of the boys. But Ari has held secrets her entire life; the darkness of her home life, and the fact that she has been in love with her best friend David for years. Those were hidden within her heart, locked even from her closest friends...until she lost a diary. One by one, her treasured secrets started spilling out, and her other best friend Sebastian, the one who was being forced to marry her, seems to be in on it.
Dina has always lived a complicated life so she doesn't have many friends. Her Dad is in prison, her Mom is remarried, and she spends most of her time in the streets picking pockets. Dina does this for a good reason though. She needs the money to go home to Botswana, where she can start over again. But David Choi, the infuriating goody-two-shoes in her class, is suddenly making it harder for her to go.
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
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