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I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.Christina's POV
Therefore, in our household, we make it a point to pay attention to our dreams.
People have a persistent tendency to attribute meaning or significance to their nighttime terrors and dreams. Which of these is correct.
The meanings or interpretations of one person's dream may vary greatly from person to person, and only a select few individuals are capable of understanding the significance of a particular dream.
Only a select few people, including my family and I, are able to comprehend what it means to have a dream. We have always believed that our dreams gave us insight into what the future could hold for us or what was going on in our spiritual life at the time. If we wished to prevent the awful things that were shown in our dreams from really occurring, we would pray against them or rebuke them in the name of God, and it would work!
This is something that I learned from my parents.
A few days ago, I had a dream, but I didn't pay attention to it or tell it to stop. It wasn't until I realized that my mother was no longer my spiritual home that I was reminded of the dream I had, which made me realize that I had already known about it. If I had just told it to stop, mother would still be my spiritual home. I needed her to lead me, to be my spiritual home. I needed her, and I got my strength from her. How was I going to get through life without her? If I'm not very spiritually strong, won't I be attacked mentally and maybe even die?
But maybe she did this on purpose. Maybe she no longer wanted to be my spiritual home. Why are you doing this to me? Wasn't I her daughter? The only girl she ever had? Didn't she know about all the risks I was likely to face? I was only 9 at the time. Too young to be left on their own. I thought about a lot of things and wondered where my life would take me. Maybe my mother didn't want to be my spiritual home anymore because my little brother was only a year old, but that wasn't a good enough reason. I wish I had the courage to ask her what went wrong, what I did wrong to deserve this. Then all of my many questions would be answered.
I had that dream again that night....
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The Spirit Host
A story about a girl (Christina) who comes from a spiritual family.Her mom ceases being her spiritual host when she is very young thus meaning she has to survive on her own. But things aren't like the way they seem... she finds another person.. a complete stranger who is willing to take up that resp/0/20053/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a2f787e300dbf551a01b1803eb155ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Demon Host
The last thing that I saw, before all that darkness had consumed me, before everything turned to a deep hole of nothingness and a raging fire. Was the spread of bone wings, torn at the end, like the world had rejected it's ever existence. And i was just a host to fill up that nothingness derived int/0/1911/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171121195457&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The New Spirit
No alterations have been made in this edition. It is true that three of the figures here studied were living when the book was written; but their genius had matured, their work was for the most part done. Nothing they could produce would seriously modify one’s conception of them as aboriginal/0/82687/coverorgin.jpg?v=92d37dd8395287e83c87c2983dd094d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unbreakable Spirit of Sarah
My life was a gilded cage, a loveless arrangement with the powerful Hamilton heir, Mark, designed to save my father' s legacy. Battling postpartum depression, my only solace was my precious daughter, Lily. Then, Mark weaponized my vulnerability, declaring me unfit and sending Lily to his ex-girlfr/0/13623/coverorgin.jpg?v=679dcbd5be5acb123734f484ce7c03fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Introducing the American Spirit
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JOURNEY OF THE SPIRIT
Callum was a studios philosopher who believed in nature and things around him,he plugged in the strange soul from the pit of earth by neglecting the boy and the girl in the desert of experiment,he began to drown and fade away daily,his spirit was transform through the dread dream he had./0/8363/coverorgin.jpg?v=606615ad5880ea8ccb0a508ab7a55127&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ministry of the Spirit
PREFACEIt is not claimed that in this little volume all has beensaid that might be said upon the subject treated. On the contrary, the writerhas proceeded upon the belief that the doctrine of the Holy Spirit can bebetter understood by limiting the sphere of discussion, rather than byextending it to/0/1739/coverorgin.jpg?v=20171123164732&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Spirit of the School
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Royal Spirit
Lyla was just a typical vampire, or so she thought. After graduating high school, she begins college and chooses her course of study. Lyla makes this decision with the thought that she has control over her future, but soon she discovers that there are forces at work beyond her control. She has uniqu/0/20128/coverorgin.jpg?v=9334d99cc3d3c9d582502dcaf61a9e0c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Her spirit wolf
The balance between good and evil has been breached The veil between the living and the dead has been torn. Nature's balance is threatened What was left of the world was chaos Why? The imposters They have come With glowing red eyes and long talons, canine touching their jaws ready to devour, made/0/85037/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fd802e5e676bbed046a45ca8b0b4074&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Betrayal: Her Unbreakable Spirit
The first sign was a receipt, a flimsy piece of paper I found in my husband Julian' s coat pocket. It was for an obscure art supply store, in a part of the city he had no business being. My husband, the CEO of the world' s most powerful tech firm, saw art as a frivolous asset. My heart went cold./0/30001/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6bad9ce7b946efb2a902dfc5d830c71&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taming His Luna Spirit
He after me again will he kill me this time around yes I betrayed him cause he is a devil no! A devil is more better. I was just a high school student when he came and start claiming me as his mate just on the day my fiance purpose to me,he is the one I love but he is the one who love me!. He is s/0/84343/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c5be469242a358aad2003f904be5081&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spirit Beast's Vengeance
The pain hit me so hard it felt like my soul was being ripped out. I was Jocelyn Fuller, wife of Ethan Blakely, living a quiet life rooted in Southern tradition, bound by an ancient pact to guard his family' s fortune through my sacred albino alligator. Then, terror struck. My spirit beast, my ver/0/86827/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a03194cb2937b6e3ed06af8c27cac42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Wife, Unbreakable Spirit
The heavy scent of alcohol was always the first sign. For five years, I' d been a ghost in my own marriage, a stand-in for a woman who vanished. Then, my husband, Ethan, stumbled in, saw me, and murmured a name that wasn't mine. "Olivia." His kiss, rough and demanding, tasted of whiskey and a long/0/86955/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d3f86b817a6f2174ff8a8f497610cfd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Heart, Rising Spirit
The moment I told Jake Reynolds we were over, he didn't believe me. He just laughed like I was joking. We had been together for five years, living in his penthouse with my mom. I never thought our life would change. It all started when his ex-girlfriend, Brittany Davis, showed up. He asked me to co/0/85827/coverorgin.jpg?v=5133b138e2002057bb4c6a969bdcda4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unloved Daughter, Unbreakable Spirit
After three years away, the day finally came: my parents and little sister were coming home. My heart pounded with a desperate hope, imagining the hugs and loving welcomes I' d missed. But when they arrived, their eyes went straight to my doll-like sister, Brittany, leaving me, Chloe, standing inv/0/86131/coverorgin.jpg?v=25926de8d67c1e3afce4c69ff9fc08bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Man, Unbreakable Spirit
The air in my tiny apartment was heavy with the scent of lavender and burnt toast, a comfort that would soon become a sickening memory. My vintage Gibson, a direct link to my family' s musical legacy, rested on my bed – destined to be sold to save the woman I loved. "Are you sure about this, Alex/0/86400/coverorgin.jpg?v=dbfb7cb74deebcae21138cdbabf3a5bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Lies, His Unbreakable Spirit
It was our ten-year anniversary, a celebration of the life Chloe and I had built, a life where her gallery thrived on the back of my secret, unique artistic ability. But then, I saw the name "Mark" flash across her phone, a ghost from her past that she claimed was long gone, and a cold dread settle/0/33493/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3260f9d52194af3dbc6a8e38d8706a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
