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All four stories Kris T. Bethke’s best-selling contemporary series combined into one box set for the first time! Contains the stories:<br><br><strong>Something Like Hope:</strong> Actor Aaron Zeller finally gets his big break. But when another lead actor, Lucas Logan, doesn’t seem happy, Aaron is confused. Feelings bloom but can they find their way to happily ever after?<br><br><strong> Something Like Trust:</strong> Jared’s skills are honed sharp, and that extends to making sure a lover has what he needs. Brandon Culpepper is one of a kind, and fits with Jared perfectly. But their lives seem to want to keep them apart. Can they learn to trust each other?<br><br><strong> Something Like Peace:</strong> Dan Jacobs has finally embraced his sexuality. Fooling around with his show’s sometime director Vincent Stevens probably isn’t the best idea. But together they found something that works. Can they recognize the peace it brings them?<br><br><strong> Something Like Want:</strong> Alex Lockhart is a shining star, but when one night of passion turns into the biggest betrayal, Alex doesn’t know how he can recover. Spencer Johns was everything he wanted, and now he’s Alex’s worst enemy. But that doesn’t stop Alex from wanting Spencer. And Spencer wants him back. Can want be enough?

She was taking a sip from her espresso, her eyes were focused on the pile of papers held in her hand, she paused for a moment and kept her cup on the small table that was placed in front of her chair and picked a highlighter to mark the point. Reading again the lines she has highlighted she rests her back on the chair and engrossed herself in reading the pile. “Abigail” she snapped, when Sebastien pulled the chair from her side and sat on it “Did you find details?” she asked him the moment he sat giving him a glance before continuing her work “No,” Sebastien said to her tiredly, looking at the floor Abigail set her glasses on her small and straight nose, and rest the papers on her thighs she shifts her gaze on him “How is it possible that you couldn’t find any details of that person, not any call trace even?” Abigail was not happy after listening no from him and didn’t bother to hide “Whoever is the person he definitely knows how we work he has the understanding of structure we use to trail any person” Sebastien being in the detective department, having access to all devices was unable to find the person who keeps calling his colleague once in every week asking information about Abigail “You want to say the person belongs to the same field as you?” Sebastien shrugged his shoulder at Abigail’s question “Don’t you have any doubt on anyone that you think could be behind you?” Abigail shook her head “I wish I could get any hint” there was silence after that. Both have nothing to say about this anymore. When Dylan’s raspy voice took their attention, Abigail raised her eyebrows at him “What happened Dylan?” Dylan took deep breaths to bring back his heartbeat to its proper rhythm “Chloe, her mother received a call” the words that left his mouth were enough to make Abigail and Sebastien leave their places swiftly “What they said to her?” this time Sebastien was one to ask, but Dylan didn’t answer him, he had a pained expression on his face

The story revolves around with a CBI officer, a bungalow which is haunted and a girl who is missing from 11 years. Is there any connection between the missing girl and bungalow? Will he be able to solve the case within the given time? And a shocking news, Is Vishwas really a CBI officer? Get started to read to know the mystery of what's illahi and what's the mystery. The story, some chapters, some places, and all names, characters are portrayed in this novel are fictitious, no identification of actual people. Buildings, places are intended and should be inferred. The book cover belongs to me, made by my own creation, thank you for reading, enjoy the story please support.

Born into a loving home, the boy was treasured by his parents and proudly regarded as the family’s hope. Yet to the rest of the household, he was nothing but a disappointment, good for nothing, a burden, a piece of trash. He ignored his studies, shut himself away, and spent his days reading novels, unaware of how fragile his world truly was. Then tragedy came from a single, tiny mistake. His family was wiped out by a rival force. Everyone died, his parents, his relatives, every person who had ever cared for him. By sheer coincidence, he survived only because he had not been home that day. Only his closest friend lived through the slaughter alongside him. From that moment, he changed. The boy who once avoided responsibility began to push himself, forcing his weak heart to harden. Determination to find the secret behind the tradegy. But the world has never been kind to him. His path, his story, his life, has been determined since the start, a life dictated by other. A fate for being a pawn. A destiny to lose everything, A path of loneliness. But he himself never let his story writing by other, only he Marcus is only one who had the right to write the story for himself.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He questioned me with such intensity in his gaze. I nodded and stuck out my hand for him, we shook hands then let go. I had made a deal with the devil, and I would soon come to regret it.

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The full moon shines its glorious light. Full moon circle (there is a circular line around it). The elders said, the full moon of such a circle is a sign that something very important will happen. Immediately the coast of the South Sea gleamed white struck by the moonlight. Clean fine white sand stretches wide. The sea seemed calm. Small waves that thinned only had time to lick the edge of the beach. The normally tempestuous sound of the sea water now only sounds whisper softly. The sheer cliffs to the West are like dams to prevent the ocean from flooding the land. The hills of stones and limestone look like giants standing firmly on guard. Silent silence, hearing only the view of the sea water and the only visible water bubbles in the small waves that go hand in hand to the shore. But all that became part and parcel of that solemn silence. There are no clouds in the sky.

The summary is only that life is standing in front of us in absolutely naked conditions, but still we close our eyes and waste our time in search of life in unconsciousness.

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!

# 1V1 # NOBLELADY The female general has transmigrated to the future. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone snatching a child. She reached out without much thought, but who would have thought the little girl would hug her and say, “Mom, don’t throw me and Brother away!” Since the female general couldn’t go back, she raised her children and educated them. She beat up scumbags and saved men, and achieved another brilliant life. In the face of outrageous people, she was an ice queen. Grandma, sister-in-law, do any of you deserve my time? Faced with her children, it was like a spring breeze in summer. “Little Xing, you’re so smart! Shi Tou, you’re also a good baby!” In the face of men, she was indifferent. “Leave if you want to. You have legs, right? Go on then, I won’t walk you out.” She was a woman with thousands of faces. Even in another world, she was still the most dazzling one.