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Dawn Swan is an ambitious Omega and takes over her father's delivery service the moment he passes away. She rescues a wealthy businessman from a fire accident and hence he rewards her with a scholarship at Venus Luna Academy. Dawn was glad she was able to move from her cruel uncle's house into the dorm and planned to live a plain and regular lifestyle, but things got more interesting when she got entangled with the captivating Trio of the school. Three popular hot guys that had their eyes on her began to bully and tease her but on her eighteenth birthday, they found out she was their mate and they were determined to keep her to themselves for as long as it takes…… But being with them, made Dawn to realize there was more to her life than she thought. Mysteries lurking and paths only she can unlock.

“I am their mate, these triplets. I can't believe it! I don't think I can handle it, but I'll give it a try.

Triplets girls Jeane, Maria and lindy have to pay their parents debt or pay with their lives. Desperate, they recruited for a deadly sex game anchored by powerful and wealthy triplets Chad, klein and Thane Macmiller. 10 girls, 10 days to pleasure the Triplets boys, in exchange for 1million dollars to one winner. Will jeane and her sisters succeed or is there something unexpected waiting for them in the competition? This book contains strong language, rated 18 scenes and practices that some may consider offensive. PS: This is a short story of less than 50, 000 words and less than 50 chapters.

My wife booked plane tickets for the whole family to travel over the Thanksgiving holiday. On the way to the airport, I suddenly noticed that everyone had a number floating above their head. The number above my wife's head was 60 years. Above my parents' heads and mine, it showed only six hours. As I wondered what the numbers meant, I looked through the car window and noticed the driver in the car beside us had only six seconds left. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... The moment the countdown reached zero, a speeding semi-truck slammed head-on into the car next to us. The car exploded into twisted metal, and debris flew everywhere right in front of my eyes. People around us screamed and cried for help, but I couldn't hear a thing. My whole body was trembling. Because six hours later, our flight was scheduled to take off.

At a college reunion, a few drinks turned into a game called the Best Wife Challenge. The rules were simple: each man had to call his wife and ask for $100,000 to buy a car. Whoever got the money first won. As expected, I was the first. "Gideon, we're seriously jealous of you. You've got money, freedom, and the perfect life." The table erupted in laughter, everyone quietly avoiding the memories we all shared. Like how Josephine Strickland and I had been together for eight years but never made it down the aisle. Like how she left for graduate school overseas, and I was the last person to find out. Trying to catch her before her flight took off, I got into a car accident that left me blind for three months. Even during the darkest period of my depression, it was my friend Brady Campbell—not her—who stayed by my side. I smiled and let the jokes continue. Then I noticed Brady gripping his phone so tightly his fingers had gone white. "I'll pass. She's busy with work, so she probably won't answer." The room fell silent. Everyone knew Brady had been secretly married for three years and had a three-year-old son. Yet not a single one of us had ever met his wife. Worried that he was being strung along, I snatched the phone from his hand and dialed the number myself. The call connected instantly. Then a familiar voice came through the speaker. It was Josephine. "Honey, I'm picking up our son from school right now."

Before my crazy grandmother died, she gave me three walnuts. According to her last wish, I cracked open the first walnut on my twenty-fifth birthday. Inside the walnut was a slip of paper. 'Go to the skybridge and grovel at the first beggar you meet' was the instruction written on it. When I looked at the note, I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Still, I did as told. To my surprise, the beggar turned out to be an undercover cop. Only later did I learn that I had long been targeted by human traffickers, and the bow had saved my life. As for the second walnut, my grandmother told me to crack it open before I got married. When I put on my wedding dress, ready to marry the policeman who saved me, I happily opened it. This time, there was a crumpled old photograph inside. In the photo, my fiancé was smiling as he strangled another bride.