Bad Times Good Friends

“I’m not your toy. Find someone else you can play with because that won't be me. I won't be the one to satisfy your sick desires.” “What makes you think you have a choice?” He murmured, his voice low and dangerous, sending shivers down her spine. “Because you don't go around telling people you own them and you certainly do not own me.” “Every inch of ground you step upon, I own." He closed the distance between them in one step. "And unfortunately, for you darling. Everything I want. I get.” ⋆༺ ︎︎ ༻⋆ Zeus Trojan rules Castello City's in shadows, a ruthless mafia thriving in havoc and sin where every corner bows to his command. But Saoirse, the innocent cigarette girl haunted by her parents' murder and her brother's deadly illness, is about to shatter that rule. Blackmailed to save her little brother, she vows vengeance against the man who stole her freedom—yet destroying a king demands more than revenge: it means slipping deeper into his gilded cage, unraveling his secrets, and surrendering to his darkness that will bind them in an unbreakable, intoxicating obsession. And in a game where power devours the weak, can Saoirse destroy the man who owns her the world or will their forbidden desire consume them both?

Jade has more than enough on her plate with overbearing parents and a 'little miss perfect' elder sister, to add the psycho leaving threat notes in her locker would be just too much. It could be some stupid prank or she could be in real danger, but she doesn't have the time to figure it out on her own. So when life hands her the possession of her school's bad boy's precious book, she trades it for his help in uncovering the person behind all this. The heat is turned up and things are getting interesting between the bad boy and his good girl as mysteries get solved and hearts learn to love........again!

“ Daddy had given me a set rules to follow. And I plan to disobey every single one of them.” Alec’s entire life was flipped by the mystery man who sipped on slowly on scotch. Three days was all it took to get him hooked and needing more. And then all of a sudden, mystery man disappears, leaving behind a fake name, and bundles of cash, like Alec was some sort of call boy. But Alec  cannot stop thinking about him. So he follows the thin trail he left behind, the need to find him and prove something to him was primal. After all, Daddy had called him, his little good boy. But could Alec handle all of him?

After five years of marriage, Zac Saunders felt the need to protect his son with his mistress. Not only did he pressure me into terminating the pregnancy, but he also conspired with the board of directors to remove me from my position as vice president. He held Jemma Jacobs close, wearing a wicked grin."Samantha Lewis," he sneered, "since you won't obey...""...Jemma take your place from now on," he continued.I pushed his hand away, pulling Jemma in front of me. Ignoring her struggles, I firmly grabbed her hair and forced her to tilt her head back."Come on," I urged, "tell him, who do you belong to?"

When I died with a smile on my face, right before my brother's eyes, he looked as if the anguish might tear him apart. Yet, for twenty-one years, he hadn't stopped wishing I would meet this exact end. It all traced back to my fifth birthday—the day I had innocently hoped our parents would come home from their business trip to celebrate with me. They rushed back that night but never made it. A car accident took both their lives. From that moment on, my brother resented me, despised me. He didn't just stand idly by as our cousin snatched up my work as her own; he encouraged it. And when my landlord threw me out, it wasn't a random cruelty—it was my brother pulling the strings. All he had ever wanted, from the very beginning, was to see me die a miserable death. But when he finally got his wish… why did he cry, pleading for me to come back, begging me to call him 'brother' one last time?

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.