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Cassie never expected her husband to leave her, not six months after giving birth to their little boy, and especially not for her younger sister, Carrie. After a revelation from both her cheating husband and home wrecking sister, Cassie decides to do what's best for her and her son; move away. She plans to live a man free life: barring her baby boy and her father, of course. That is, until her handsome new neighbor, Ward knocks on her front door. His smooth southern drawl, sly half-smile and delicious backside knock her off her feet and she fights the attraction for the sake of her heart, but Ward is determined to have her in his arms as soon as possible.H.E.A endingBreathtaking new cover by @southernTXkindagirl.

"Its not that simple!""Make it that simple, Dean! I-I love you..." "...Why didn't you tell me sooner?" *****Death is a very busy person. He goes around, allowing people to come to him when it is time for them to die. When an eleven year old is killed in a car crash, Death comes to collect him. But the kid's phone rang, so Death, for whatever reason, picked up the phone. Only to find a little girl on the other side, crying to her older brother about how her father had hit her again that day. Death doesn't know what's gotten into him, especially since the girl calls every day. There was always a few minutes a day where no one on earth could die because Death was on the phone with his little angel. When the little girl grows up, she begins to have feelings for the person on the other end of the phone line, who calls himself Dean. Little does she know, he's been in love with her for years. And doesn't plan on stopping in the next eternity.

DISCLAIMER: All credits to the original author:吱吱是个小肥鼠. None of these characters or plots are ours. FOR OFFLINE PURPOSES ONLY!Text for this article:　　Interview: How does it feel to die suddenly?　　Xu Yanqing: You don't need to ask, the question is that I have already passed through the book. The identity cannon fodder background board, the emperor slept on the day of the book, and now on the way to run with the ball, I heard that this person in the stomach is the villain prince who will only be robbed in the future, and the rest will return.　　*　　Xu Yanqing, who stayed up all night to read the passionate comments on the text, angrily took five exam papers and passed away at an early age. In this life, he just wanted to be paralyzed by salted fish.jpg　　Unfortunately, he was drugged on the day of reading the book. Xu Yanqing slept beautifully. The Taoist priest, the Taoist priest's face is really good-looking, and it is the temperament of the immortal style that makes people want to pay homage.　　The second day after sleeping with the Taoist priest, Xu Yanqing patted his butt and hurriedly slipped away. But the tricky thing is why his belly is getting bigger every day...　　*　　Civil and military people of all dynasties know that their Majesty is a pure-hearted Taoist priest, but I don't know when His Majesty's side has a delicate appearance but a lazy personality The young man, and I don't know when their Majesty was holding a baby in his arms!　　Shocked.jpg, troubled by the ministers.　　His Majesty is also troubled, and the little prince is also troubled.　　"Father, when can Daddy play with me?"　　"When he wakes up, he can play with you."　　"But, when will Daddy wake up!" 　The little prince sighed, and so did His Majesty, the father and son two Looking at someone who was sleeping soundly on the bed, his eyes were full of resentment.　　Xu Yanqing: It's impossible to wake up, and it's imposs

This is my first time ever writing something like this, and I hope whoever reads this enjoys!The story is based on a Dean Whinchester that runs away from Sam his younger brother and Castiel the Angel that had been by their side for who knows how long, one day the Angel sees Dean and goes to confront him not knowing that he is now part demon and filled with anger and lust! *wink wink*Btw the art is not mine!

When a historian's obsession with a nineteenth century diary leads him to investigate the mysterious 'Fire King,' the truth turns his life upside down ... and leads him to fall for the one person he knows he can't have. *****After Ryan McCoy's best friend shows him a two-hundred-year-old diary that was found in her house during a refurbishment, he becomes preoccupied with its contents. His love of history ignites his curiosity about a series of suspicious and implausible events described in the aged manuscript, including a possible homophobic arson attack on a local property. But how much is fact and how much is fiction? Can he unravel the secrets of the book and uncover the truth that has been locked between its pages for two hundred years?Author's Note: I am aware that the language spoken in Ireland two hundred years ago has variations to that spoken in modern times. However, I'm also aware that Wattpad is culturally diverse, and for many readers, English is not their first language. Many people may not be familiar with archaic Irish dialect, which may detract from the enjoyment of the story. Therefore, in an effort to make this story comprehensible to everyone, I have prioritised reader accessibility over historical accuracy with regard to any language that might otherwise be seen as dated.

"I will break up with her soon baby" he said. I look up at him staring deeply in his dark brown eyes. Somehow I always get lost in them. I know darn well that's he's lying though. False promises!"You've been saying that from like two years now Nate, when are you really gonna do that ?"Kristina a young successful woman who thought she had it all until she went out looking for love at the wrong places. Read on to follow her on her journey. Hard copies can now be purchased on Amazon!!Book is completed and edited

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"Is someone there?"Despite the stillness and emptiness of my cell remaining desolate as always, a presence was unmistakably occupying the room. Yet, not a shred of any visual confirmation graced my eyes. No instead, a feeling and the faint tinge of scent and sound alerted me.Not taking any chances, I spin up from the chair and desk where I remain seated and throw the chair in the direction of my suspicions."Wingardium Leviosa!"To my surprise a voice enunciates words, not verified in any known language. Though similar to Latin. The chair remains floating in the air, beyond my disbelief.Slowly the air is disrupted and a large elderly man, wearing a robe is unveiled as if unwrapping himself from a curtain. The covering has a translucent side, is that how he hid himself?"Not a very warm welcome, my boy. But that's hardly surprising given the circumstance.""Who are you?" Replying in English as he spoke the same."My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardry."Huh...