annabelle winters

This is a story of a young witch Annabelle. Annabelle was a normal witch who was about to marry the man she loved. On her big day, tragedy occurred when she found herself surrounded by assassins. She came to learn the biggest secret about herself, she was the next chosen Queen, born to lead her fellow witch sisters! To prevent her from ascending the throne, her enemies destroyed her family and separated her from her friends. But her Soul reincarnated again in the body of a teenage human girl. After getting a new chance to live she decided to take her revenge on all the people who wronged her. But who can understand the game of destiny? Who has thought that she has to deal with a devil first who was guardian of the human girl she was reborn as. A man she subconsciously feared and she tried to hide her identity from him. But slowly he started crawling his way in her heart and Slowly both of them uncovered truths about each. This is a story of revenge, heartbreaks, and their love, a string of love which can be traced back in the past, to centuries back. #### Award of this book: WPC# 145 Silver Tier - Fantasy duo. Female lead. **** I wish you all enjoy this novel. Please support this work if you like my story. :):):) I do no own the cover picture. Credit goes to original creater. :) Join me on Instagram : Dream_blue98 Discord : Dream_blue98

Der kalte Wind heult über die Nördliche Wildnis, und Louis Calvin zieht seinen Wolfsfellumhang fester, während er allein auf einer Eisklippe steht. Als Sohn eines Herzogs wurde er unter dem Vorwand des 'Pionierruhms' in diese ewig gefrorene Wildnis geworfen. Als er dachte, er sei in einer Sackgasse, aktivierte sich das Tägliche Intelligenzsystem: [Siebenunddreißig eisgebundene hungrige Wölfe lauern im südöstlichen Tal und planen einen Überfall auf das Territorium heute Nacht.] [Bei Tagesanbruch wird die Leiche eines Alten Gottes aus dem Eissee auftauchen, wobei sein Herz die Göttlichkeit des Winters bewahrt.] [Die Kirche des Goldfinken wird dich als Gotteslästerer bezeichnen, und der Heilige Flammen-Ritterorden hat sich zu einer Nordexpedition aufgemacht.] [Eine Flut von Untoten wird über den Kontinent hinwegfegen, wobei die Zahl der Menschen auf weniger als eine Million schrumpft.] ...

Blair Collins is a senior in high school with a long history of causing trouble. She is quite frankly over high school and just looking to have a fun time for her last year when an unexpected change happens at her school, a new and extremely attractive statistics teacher. Ms. Winters graduated at only sixteen and started teaching this year at the age of only twenty-two. Blair instantly takes a liking to her and accidentally wanders into her lawn drunk after a party one night. When both Blair and Ms. Winters start to develop a liking for one another will boundaries be crossed or will forbidden love prevail? It would seem that depends heavily on who finds out and how long their relationship can be kept secret. *** She rolled her eyes turning me on even further "I think we both know this was bound to happen either way." "How do you figure?" I questioned slowly taking another sip of my drink She smiled confidently "Well Alice, I'd say there's been sexual tension between us from the moment I walked in for my first day of statistics, wouldn't you agree?" She was right "No." *** R18 Rating NO SEXUAL CONTENT IN THE FIRST TEN CHAPTERS CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT THROUGHOUT REST OF BOOK *** [[Word Count: 69,000-70,000 words]] Written By Morgan Giglio Cover designed by sammoham on Fiverr

After the death of Shen Lianxiu, his beloved disciple, the sect leader Ling Xiuyuan closed his doors, his heart, and his sword. Years passed in silence. One winter, a quiet servant arrived. He should have been a stranger. But he wasn't.

kisah ini menceritakan perjalanan seorang wanita mencintai tanpa batas. mencintai tanpa ada rasa takut untuk disakiti. atau dikhianati. Karena cinta hanya sebuah perasaan yang tidak akan ada salahnya. hanya waktu yang bisa menjawab semua yang terjadi. sampai disuatu hari nanti cinta itu yang pergi. dan menghilang dari semuanya. akankah cinta bisa menyembuhkan luka? atau cinta itu sendiri membuat luka?

Ten years ago, Mellie woke to find her father's bloodied corpse on the kitchen floor. And the killer? Her mother. Rushed off into the night, Mellie's journey begins. At first, she fears the woman who gave her life. But not all is what it seems. PROLOGUE: I know he's watching me. Hell, I can practically feel the fire burning in his eyes as I sway around the room, the slamming of the drums in rhythm with each slow turn of my hips. "Come here," he says calmly, his eyes never leaving my body as I dance. I ignore him, knowing full well my ass is going to take the fall for disobeying his command. I smile cheekily and raise my arms above my head lazily. I squeeze my red locks splaying over my shoulders, scrunching the strands at the scalp. Dancing in front of him is the most thrilling, exotic, and enticing thing. I'd never known I'd feel this good. Well, maybe it's the atmosphere; or the way his gorgeous eyes follow my every move? I flinch in pain when my hair is roughly pulled back by his hands; unlike my own simple squeeze, his is demanding and made to prove a point. He glares down at me as he pulls my hair up, forcing me to stand up on my toes. I whimper at the pain stabbing along my scalp and quickly reach out to shove his hands away from me. "When I tell you to do something, you listen," he growls, his expression flickering. I can tell he is fighting with the demons lurking inside his mind. With furrowed eyebrows he stares down at me for what seems like hours; and before I can respond, he takes what's his. His lips smash onto mine with a force of a thousand waves. It's a kiss that knocks me off my feet over and over again, powerful and intimidating; yet beautiful and extravagant in its greatness. It sucks me in and pulls me out into darkness, a tidal wave of emotions swallowing me whole. "Hm," I moan, ignoring the pain along my scalp and instead focus on his tongue invading my mouth. He doesn't take, no, this man destroys whatever is in his path. And that includes me.

My brothers abandoned me on the night of my first shift. For her. A sixteen-year-old Omega orphan named Ruby. My Alpha brother, Sinclair, stole the Moon Essence our mother left me. He gave it to her, to stabilize her wolf instead of mine. When I begged them to help me, my Beta brother, Blake, roared at me to get out and never come back. They ignored my pain and took that orphan girl to the healing sanctuary I had always dreamed of—Moon Goddess Falls. So I accepted a different offer. From the Werewolf High Council. I became the Chief Runesmith, entering the "Crucible" Sanctum. A position that requires fifteen years of secluded service. Fifteen years of never going home. By the time my brothers returned, I was already gone. They say they’re frantic now. That they want me back. Too bad. They're the ones who told me to leave.

Four Queens. Goddess. Warriors, It's a different story every time, but yet always the same context on the planet called earth. Yes, The myths are true. Four Queens from a different seasonal kingdom rule over the four seasons. But like every human, they've made mistakes. But these mistakes will haunt them for the rest of their immoral lives. A past that can't be forgotten or worse, forgiven. And it's all. Her. Fault.

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Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!