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For archaeologist and TV host Annja Creed, a late-night phone call from the NYPD means one thing: there's been a murder and the police need her expertise. The only link between a dead body and the killer is a small elephant of white jade. An artifact that's gone missing. Once belonging to Catherine the Great of Russia, the elephant was key in a risky political gambit all those years ago. But there is another story attached to the artifact - a rumor of an ancient hidden treasure. 

I like my life in perfect order. I go to work at the bank, home to my neat little house, and everything just the way it should be. Then I meet Cole. Rough edges. Infuriating smirk. A cowboy who doesn’t belong in my carefully balanced world. But a mix-up at the bank and a little holiday magic throw us together, and suddenly, sparks are flying hotter than a crackling fire. Now I can’t stop thinking about him, and I’m wondering if this Christmas, everything might change.

I wasn’t looking for love—just a fresh start. A quiet life. A place to finally breathe again. But then I meet him. Camden is everything I shouldn’t want—stoic, serious, and far too intense. He’s also the Alpha of his pack, with the weight of the world on his shoulders. I should keep my distance. But when he looks at me like I’m his, it’s impossible to remember why I ever thought I could resist. He calls me his mate, says fate brought us together, and no matter how hard he tries to pretend otherwise, I can see it in his eyes. I’m already his weakness.

This isn’t about inner beauty—this book is for the beautiful, and if you’re not, you won’t understand. Not pretty. Not polished. Beautiful—the kind that stops conversations, starts rumors, and makes strangers project their fears onto your face. A Beautiful Manifesto is a raw, poetic eruption of truth for anyone who’s ever felt punished for their presence. It unpacks the quiet grief of being too visible, too desired, too misunderstood—and turns it into power. These words don’t beg to be liked; they dare to be felt.

As the Maple Creek Thunder’s intense and brooding center, Declan is known for shutting down plays and shutting out people. Off the ice, he keeps his head down, avoids the spotlight, and guards his past like a well-defended goal. But when the team lands a new media deal, he's suddenly the center of attention—and under the watchful eye of Elle Martin. Elle’s assignment is simple: shadow the team, get the scoop, and help the fans fall in love with hockey’s most private players. She didn’t expect to be drawn to the one who refuses to open up.

As the Maple Creek Thunder’s fun-loving goalie, CJ is the king of jokes, locker room dares, and viral moments. He keeps things light, loose, and uncomplicated—both on the ice and off. But when a reckless bet lands him in hot water with management, he’s forced to clean up his act. His punishment? Community service at the local youth center, where his reputation means nothing and the staff sees right through his charm.

Once you understand the sexual meaning behind the mysterious and beautiful symbols of the Tarot, you will be able to enhance your future love life. In the Tarot, there is power to evoke thought that will help you make the romantic choices right for you. Down through the ages, great men and women have availed themselves of the sexual mysteries of the Tarot, but behind the closed doors of mystical orders. Now, The Sexual Key to the Tarot - the first book to penetrate the secret sexual meaning behind the cards - allows these powerful symbols to reveal your path to gratifying love and Tantric fulfillment.

I ran. From my past. From the people who hurt me. From a system that never once protected me. I missed my court date, and now there’s a bounty on my head. I never expected a bounty hunter to track me down so fast. Or for him to be the most dangerously handsome man I’ve ever met. Cyrus is relentless, intimidating… and completely unreadable. But the moment our eyes meet, something shifts. He’s not just here to bring me in—he’s something else. Something more.

I, Mars by Ray Bradbury is a haunting tale of isolation, technology, and mortality set against the desolate backdrop of the Red Planet. The story follows Barton, an aging man who has spent 50 years waiting alone on Mars for rescue. When a telephone rings in the dead of night, he discovers it is his own recorded voice—an invention he once created to stave off loneliness. What begins as a comfort turns into a relentless torment, as the recording manipulates him toward exhaustion and ultimately death.

Even the youngest child understands when certain digits get displayed it means that another pocket of reality has been found. Another place for us to hide from the darkness of space. So it cannot harm us anymore. Earth was once a safe place, even with all the wars between humans. Not so anymore. Now the danger comes from the darkness of space. But what to do then when all technology goes awry and while waiting for our Zero Eleven signal…?

As captain of the Maple Creek Thunder, he’s determined to lead his team to victory after last season’s humiliating scandal. That means curfews, no drama, and absolutely no breaking the rules. And that especially means keeping his hands off Violet Hayes—his best friend’s little sister and the team’s new social media manager.

In this collection, 15 writers try to find answers to how we can truly know each other; on the way, they find psychedelic worms, supernatural roommates, new dimensions and the deeply rooted question of how to know even ourselves.

Moving to Wolf Valley has been quite the adventure so far. Nothing is going according to plan. First, my housing fell through, and I had to scramble to find a new place. Then I got laid off from my job. I’m trying to stay positive, but it’s getting hard. There’s no one for me to turn to for help. Not with my brother halfway around the world and no other living family to rely on. Then I run into Koa, and suddenly things seem to be looking up for me.

“The Sire de Maletroit’s Door” by Robert Louis Stevenson is a gripping Gothic tale set in 17th-century France, weaving suspense, fate, and honor into a tightly written narrative. When a chance twist of circumstances traps a young man in a mysterious chateau, he finds himself at the mercy of its enigmatic master. Stevenson crafts a rich, atmospheric story filled with tension, old-world intrigue, and sharp psychological insight. This short story showcases Stevenson’s mastery of mood and character, making it a must-listen for fans of historical fiction and classic suspense.

In this book, the author embarks on a bold narrative experiment—what might be called mind streaming. Inspired by the fragmented, fast-moving nature of social media, the structure flows like a digital feed: nonlinear, immersive, and constantly shifting. Stories emerge and dissolve, weaving together past, present, and future in a tapestry threaded with awareness, grace, and quiet prophecy.

I needed a miracle. What I got was a cocky, late-as-hell comedian with too many jokes and a smile that could ruin lives. Sharing a cross-country road trip with Anthony Bronson wasn’t part of my five-year plan, but when a once-in-a-lifetime job interview lands on the opposite coast and my bank account laughs in my face, desperate times call for cocky measures. He’s messy where I’m meticulous. Loud where I’m quiet. And somehow, in between pit stops, comedy clubs, and too many shared hotel beds… he starts to feel like home. This was supposed to be a ride. Just a ride.

It’s just a bet… right? Blake: It all started with a harmless bet. I was bored, and there he was—Luca Wright, the new guy in town and the only other person in the diner. So, I challenged him to a race: who could finish their meal first. I won, he paid for my food, and from there, we’ve bet on pretty much everything—Who could finish the hike first, who could make a better meal, who could fit the most marshmallows in their mouths. It’s always been a fun competition between us, but this latest bet feels different, like the stakes are higher, and I’m not sure I’m ready for what comes next.

The last thing I remember is being excited to get out of our small hometown with my best friend, Mabel. Then everything went black. I wake up in the hospital with a splitting headache and a strange bite mark on my neck. A bite mark I know I didn’t get in the car accident.

Velora, once obsessed with purging memory and controlling narrative, begins to unravel. Her transformation is slow, marked by silence and subtle recognition. She shifts from deletion to devotion, learning to archive not for clarity, but for compassion. Father Labby, long a keeper of ritual, faces his own reckoning—will he cling to structure, or surrender to the spiral? At the heart of it all is Maria, whose presence is not loud but luminous. Her stories, her gestures, her dance in the Spirala Pașilor Smeriți become a living transmission. She doesn’t speak truth. She becomes it.

A Hope That Never Dies is a poetic reckoning with memory, ego, and the quiet revolution of becoming. In a world caught between generational cycles and spiritual awakening, one man presented as Father Labby steps into the chrysalis—ready to dissolve the boundaries of self and transcend the illusions of time and space.