2 books
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1. The Phoenix Revenge
From the ashes of her death. She arises anew. From the mistakes of her past. She forged a new will. ***** Jeanine Anderson decides that revenge is a dish best served cold when she returns after a year after being murdered by her perfect husband and best friend. Her desire for revenge brought her back from the fury of hell itself and determined to exert her revenge on the people responsible for her death and the murder of her father and child. With her quest for revenge, Jeannine takes on the face of another, becoming an imposter and wife to the almighty Asher Reed. Soon, she finds her fate intertwined with that of Asher. Though he too has his secrets and is fighting his demons. His first confrontation with Jeanine has them at each other's throats, but when they both find out they had a common enemy, they become reluctant allies in their revenge. ***** She was giving up. She was dying. Jeanine just wanted the pain rooted in her chest to go away, but now, it seemed even death repulsed her soul. There was a part of her that kept on fighting, wanting to live. But what was the point, she had lost everything to them. Her wealth, her father and her child, and even her life. Then she heard a whisper. It was so low but she could recognize the voice. It was hers. That was her voice. The old Jeanine's. She had three words to say to her. "Live and Fight," Jeanine jerked up from the water. Her blue eyes bulged out. 'What did I just do?' She asked herself in disbelief as her sanity began to return. She had just been murdered, and yet she was planning on doing the same thing. She was an ignorant fool for love and was used, ruined, and murdered. Life had given her another chance and what was she about to do? Waste it. Not in this lifetime. Jeanine left in search of the only person that could help her. Asher Reed. "You said only the living with the will have the power to undo," She paused, staring at him, noticing a glint of his interest in her words. "What if the living has the will but no power to undo, could you help?" Asher Reed stared at her. His large thumb brushed over his neatly shaved jaw. Jeanine could swear she saw sheer delight in his eyes but it vanished quickly. "Yes I could, and believe me, I would be happy to help," She heaved a sigh. "But on one condition," He added, his emerald green eyes piercing deep into her soul as if wanting to pry into her deepest and darkest thoughts. "A condition?" She asked, but he didn't reply. He took another cautious look at her. "What do you want?" He asked. She could tell his eyes already knew the answer. "I want Dave Anderson and Emma Brooke to regret their entire existence. To regret the day they bumped into Jeanine Smith. I want every passing second to be hell-on-earth t*****e for them, to experience the pain I went through. I want them to go through worse, to grovel down on their knees and beg for death, and death itself will be repulsed by their soul," Jeanine felt the shiver run down her spine and her voice was shaky but enough to convey her raging emotion and hate. "Then your wish is my command, darling," Asher said, forming a wicked smirk on his lips. She felt only one thing. Hate. Her heart wanted one thing. Justice. She vowed her word would be the law. Jeanine Smith Anderson was dead. She led a good life, made the wrong friends, and married the worst man. She was a fool, an ignorant being with so many mistakes. But Natalie Reed will be nothing like her. She would be a beauty behind a mask of revenge. Jeanine Smith Anderson was dead and a new Natalie Reed was born. ***** Her name was Jeanine Smith, once known as Jeanine Anderson. She had everything, but what she truly ever wanted was to find someone who would love her for real. And she did. At least, she thought she did. He was Dave Anderson. Her high school crush and the perfect man. They were the perfect couple, not until he had an affair with her best friend and then murdered her and his child. She died, unfortunately, and went through the gates of hell and met the devil himself. Then she made a deal with the devil, in exchange for a second chance. A second chance to live a borrowed life, with a borrowed identity, and drag Dave Anderson down to hell. And she won't fail.
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2. CIRI: The Lost Tribrid Princess
"Hey! Do you mind?" My voice sounded more furious than I had liked. The sadness from a second ago had died and my anger was back. He didn't say anything, he just stared at me with those perfect green eyes that wanted to suck me in if I didn't pull away. His gaze looked like he was trying to decipher a difficult math problem. When did I become a math problem? He turned to the door and bolted it from inside, leaving just the two of us in an enclosed space of the bathroom. I could hear my heart rigorously beating, I wasn't sure if it was from way too much excitement or fear. I was too preoccupied with his manly Greek sculpted form to figure that out. The voice in my head screamed with elation. The elation that we were enclosed in a small space? I still couldn't tell. I could feel a pull between us, like some kind of magnet that kept pulling us to each other, something deep told me he felt it too. But I had to pull away, keep my head sane, and a wall of distance between us. Guys like this spelt trouble and I had a lot going on in my life to be attracted to trouble. A warning buzzed in my head, countering every emotion I felt. I knew I had to flee from here before I did something crazy. I didn't trust myself at all. Sharply, I turned off the faucet, and hastily moved to the door, before I could successfully move around him, his strong hands grabbed my waist, pushing me up against the bathroom wall. I gasped at the manner his hard and firm body pressed up against me, caging me between his arms. I quivered from a pleasurable sensation building in my body. "What in the name of the goddess do you want from me?" His voice was hard and deep, huskier than his usual voice. He shut his eyes resting the tip of his forehead on mine, making it easier for me to breathe him in. He was the air I badly needed. "What do you mean?" My voice was as breathless and strained as his. He didn't reply, his hand on my waist pushed me closer to him and I felt his hard chest against mine. "Stop it! I can smell your arousal and it's not helping my case" His nose touched my neck, inhaling me. Before he brought his face to mine. I wanted to stop this madness I was feeling. At the same time, I wanted it to never stop. His eyes pulled open, and I fell into the depths of those emerald-green eyes. "If you know what's best for you, leave now. Don't ever show your face to me, or sweetheart, you'll regret it," It sounded like a threat. No, it definitely was. My life from the start was far from normal, but from the second I had the unfortunate fate of meeting the green-eyed creature, I could tell he was exactly the type of guy parents warned their daughters off. He was trouble in the handsome face and body of a Greek god. And what was worse, I knew his deepest darkest secrets, one he would kill to remain hidden. Asher Cohen was far from human. He was a wolf. As absurd as it sounded I wanted him by my side. Even knowing exactly what Asher was, I wanted him by my side. Whether wolf or not. But the real question was, would Asher be capable of killing me to protect his secret? Well, there was only one way to find out. ***** She awakened something she shouldn't have from the dark endless void. A thousand years old darkness. She is his source and the reason he's here. Cirilla Bane’s life has been in danger even before her birth. She was from the powerful bloodline of the Amnell clan of witches, and also a member of the ancient French Quarter coven. And a descendant from a royal pure-blooded Alpha Hybrid. She was born with the blessings of the goddess but also cursed by her destiny. Part wolf, vampire, and witch, she was taken from her family and Pack even before she was born. After years of living her life with a rogue imposter claiming to be her mother with no knowledge of who she really is, or what she's destined for. Something awakens. With her powers unlocked, she is thrust back into a new world where the impossible seems to exist and there's a looming darkness over the magical world, endangering every magical kind there is. High-ranking officials from different magical kinds mysteriously dying. It doesn't take long for them to realize it's a pattern. A rites of darkness ritual. And something's coming. A thousand-year-old darkness that had been imprisoned in the void but has escaped. Even worse, Cirilla seems to be the source.