dove cameron and thomas doherty

You can get much further with a kind word and a gun than you can with just a kind word. – Al Capone An iron fist and a merciless cold metal gun, the mafia code that was taught to Zane Scarlet by his father. A code he wants to reform. But... When the only one knows how to solve problems is with a gun in hand and the only answer for betrayal is death - where does one start? And how does one do it while avoiding any attempts at arranged marriage? Not to mention the fiery woman on the right side of the law who entered his life like a whirlwind. What good could she possibly be? excerpt: "We already agreed where your place ends, Rose. There's no need any further argument. This Is final." Zane pinched the bridge of nose, turning to leave. A small hand grabbed the much larger one. An unexpected move. "What if I don't want my place to end there?" the low, quivering voice asked. "What if I want this to be real?" --------------------------------------------------------------------- Little Dove I love you so but I know you have to go. So spread your wings and fly my love, soar above the world my dove. Paint the sky in indigo, let your graceful colors flow, and I'll search the sky for your rainbow. ~ Author: Christy Ann Martine *Prequel to Arranged Marriage To The Princess of The Red Scorpions*

When college freshman Dove Addison makes the decision to move in with her long term boyfriend Samuel, also a freshman, she believes that she is taking a step in the right direction. But when complications about their lack of sex life surface, she feels as if her needs aren't being met, and that they struggle to even share a bed together. Desperate to get his attention, she finds an escape in the world of cheerleading - but what happens when she catches a senior's eye, who is more than willing to show her what she's been missing out on?

PESAWAT berbadan besar yang kutumpangi melaju cepat meninggalkan London. Penerbangan ini nonstop menuju Singapura. Gadis dengan rambut dikucir dan seperangkat touchscreen di tangan, berisi corat-coret daftar pertanyaan, tersenyum gugup di kursi berlapis kulit asli di sebelahku. Aku sedang tidak berselera untuk tersenyum, cukup menyeringai, menatapnya datar. ”Silakan,” kataku. ”Maaf, wawancara ini sudah berkali-kali ditunda. Kami sudah berusaha menyesuaikan jadwal. Tapi begitulah, tidak mudah mengejar kesibukan Anda.” Dia sedikit percaya diri tampaknya. Senyumnya lebih baik. Aku mengangguk. Aku tahu, tidak perlu dijelaskan. Janji pertama bertemu di Jakarta kemarin pagi batal karena aku sudah berangkat menghadiri konferensi. Editor senior majalah minggu- an itu spesial meneleponku, minta maaf, bilang wawancara ini

"And at the seventh hour, the holy angels scavenge the land for frightened and helpless souls. In my opinion, the most painful way of dying is by God's Wrath, so let us fight back-- and survive." ~ The White Witch

Dear Reader, My name is Charlie Wilford. This is not an alcohol anonymous class. This is my disaster of a life. Let me start by saying that up until this point, in my twenty-five years of existence, that I had everything a Southern Bell could wish for. I had it all. I met the love of my life, the famous dance instructor Tanner Frasier. The good girl meets the bad boy in a storybook, whirlwind romance. I packed up and moved to New York City to dance on the Broadway stage as their new shining star. Charlie Wilford, the dazzling dancer from the sweet home of Alabama. Now cue the record to stop. Everything came crashing down when I walked in on my love sleeping with my back-up dancers-plural. Due to the protection order against me, I can no longer be around Tanner. I am broke and without a job. Well, until I received an acting/reality T.V gig in the mail. Fairy Godmother Inc., I think it was. The silver lining here is that I will never date another bad boy again. I don't care how hot, or suave he seems, the answer is NO. Good girls don't mesh with bad boys, it just ends in restraining orders. Charlie Wilford, Charlie Wilford Actor/Singer/Dancer

Lieutenant Lee Mallory spends his time off duty playing video games. There isn't much else to do while stationed on the USS Nova out in deep space.<br><br>Unfortunately, a run in with his commanding officer, Jonan Thomas, strips him -- and everyone else onboard -- of their gaming privileges.<br><br>Thomas has had it in for Lee from day one, when they got off on the wrong foot. Now, banned from using the game server in the rec room, Lee sneaks online in his quarters after hours, looking to play.<br><br>That's where he meets a fellow gamer onboard who's interested in a different kind of game. As much as Lee wants to hook up, though, he can't afford to get into any more trouble.<br><br>Can Lee take command -- in the game and in the bedroom -- without further aggravating his CO?

I died in war... Or so I thought... On death's door, I was met by my sworn enemy. By the Church of Masse, the god-forsaken people that had taken everything. The people who secretly orchestrate the world by strings. My father's people. Yet they took me, honed me into a weapon of destruction, into a tool. But now I'll end them all, even if it's the last thing I'll do.

He took in a deep breath moments after our eyes met and I guess he could sense how uneasy I was. "About last time, I understand that both you and I can't seem to forget about it but at least can we go back to acting normal around each other. Honestly, I don't see the reason in trying to make you feel weird around me but I guess I did and I'm sorry". He swiftly glanced at me with deep regret showing in his eyes. I couldn't help but feel down because it's like he can't think of me in that manner. Fine! It's more shallow than I make it sound but still....(weeping in my heart). "It's fine. At least you asked for my consent", I faked a smile. "Thanks for accepting my apology. This won't repeat itself again--hopefully", he whispered under his breath __________________________________________________________________________________ Rosabella is a beautiful 17-year-old lady who started a babysitting work during the summer holiday. All she wanted before was to use her time reasonably and earn money until she met Cameron, the older brother of the girl she was to babysit. Continue reading to know what happened

Rocco De Luca is Spain’s most feared mafia lord—ruthless, untouchable, and merciless. The boy who once knew warmth and friendship died alongside his mother’s screams, leaving only a man built from shadows and vengeance. He trusts no one. He loves no one. Sienna Wilson has spent her life searching for answers. Her mother left home one evening and never returned, leaving her trapped in the child care system, alone and forgotten. The only piece of her past that remains is a hazy memory of Rocco, the boy who once made her laugh—the only person who ever felt like home. When fate brings her into Rocco’s world again—as his personal chef—she expects to find her childhood friend. Instead, she meets a man who is cold, cruel, and terrifying. A man who insults her, tests her, and pushes her to the edge. But despite his arrogance, despite his lethal reputation, she refuses to be afraid. She doesn’t know the truth. She doesn’t know that Rocco’s father is the reason her mother never came home. And Rocco? He swore never to let her get close. But the past has a way of creeping in, and the more she fights him, the more he remembers. She was never meant to be in his world. He was never meant to want her. But some destinies cannot be rewritten—no matter how deadly the cost.

Norbert, a young man from Granville, learns that he shares the same fate as his grandfather. Determined to make something of his life, he sets out to make his dreams a reality. But as he embarks on his journey, he discovers that his past trauma has left him with a warped view of life and relationships. When his mother is murdered, Norbert must navigate a world of pain, depression, and lies to uncover the truth about her death. As he uncovers hidden secrets, he begins to question everything he thought he knew about himself and his family.