Girlfriend On Mars

Miss Jane has always fantasized on a wonderful romance, one that will make her happy at her everyday life, with sadness out of her life. After her last breakup with the mayor's son, she vows never to fall in love with anyone ever again that she even tries to shut herself from everyone. Her life goes into a complete void without happiness or livelihood, but that was the only way to keep her self from being hurt by any so called man again. But a time came, when everything in her life, was about to take a turn, and that time was when she witnessed an alien ship on earth. Cities were ravaged and towns were turned into pieces leading to her blacking out. She wakes up and finds herself in her house, saved by an unknown man, and Jane heard her heart beat once again, but she only saw him for the first time. Explaining everything about himself, Jane agreed to let him stay at her house for just a month, and it was settled. But as time went on, her love increased for this unknown man and she was forced to confess her love for him and this act, brought her romance back to life, as she discovered her fantasies were been fulfilled by her new lover. Everything was going fine, much fine. Not until, earth was marked for destruction, and now the alien amongst humans must save the planet from the evil plans of his people. But this might also be the end of his romantic life with Jane who felt devastated the moment she discovered the whole truth. Will the alien risk his love for her, by telling her everything? or will he just let his people take over the planet like they've always wanted? A Romace fantasy Book.. DO ME WELL TO READ!

I am a doctor. One day, I come across a weird patient when I am on duty. The first thing she says when she sees me isn't that she feels unwell somewhere. Instead, she says something hair-raising. "Dr. Cantrell, your girlfriend is a murderer." "What nonsense are you spouting?" I shoot back with widened eyes and shoot up from my chair. I feel offended. She calmly says, "She won't be home tonight because she needs to deal with the body. You will know whether what I say is true by tonight."

My mate has a human girlfriend but wants me to stay so he doesn't weaken. What about me and what I want. Is death the only way out.

To scrape together enough money for tickets home on New Year’s Eve, I took on a part-time job and accidentally entered a livestream where money was being thrown around. The boy on screen had fair skin and wore a high-end knit sweater, with a luxuriously decorated villa behind him. “It’s too boring being kept here. My sugar mommy gives me more money than I can spend. Let’s do some giveaways.” Excited, I grabbed several large cash drops in a row. The money for my girlfriend’s and my tickets was almost enough. Then the boy suddenly leaned close to the camera. “She keeps saying the tear mole under my eye looks like her boyfriend’s. What bad luck, sharing the same feature as some poor loser.” My fingers trembled. I had a tear mole in the exact same spot. A comment floated by: [How could a sugar mommy’s boyfriend be poor?] The boy sneered, running a hand through his hair. “She’s just playing around. Told him she’s a million in debt, and he’s dumb enough to work and help her pay it off.” My heart went cold. My girlfriend was also supposedly a million in debt. “The funniest part is, she just spent three days with me. When she left, I asked if she still had the energy to go be with him. “She said as long as she tells him she’s going to wash dishes at a barbecue place, that idiot will feel bad and go deliver food to make some extra money overnight.” Another big cash drop came in. I had enough now. My phone rang. Wren’s voice sounded tired as she said, “Aran, the ticket money isn’t enough… I made a little over two hundred dollars washing dishes. I’ll head home now.”

The term 'alien' was never in Princess Aguinaldo's vocabulary. That is until one day, aliens came to Earth to take everything and everyone that's on their sight. Princess Aguinaldo met Prince Boutros, someone who claims to be the Prince of Aliens whose purpose is to look for the Earth's Royal Princess, Aries Celeste, to be his chosen human wife. After claiming Princess Aguinaldo as his servant and who has sworn to help him find his future bride, Prince Boutros finds himself in a predicament. He has these strange feelings he can't seem to explain. With the fate of his alien race in his hands, and his heart in the hands of his servant - Will he be able to choose his own happiness or will his duties take precedence?

He almost never texts me first, and in person he barely says a word. In three years together, he's never remembered a single anniversary, and he's never once suggested we celebrate a holiday. But the second I message him first, he lights up, all "baby" this and "baby" that, fussing over me, coaxing me to sleep. Sometimes I'd get this strange feeling that there were two different Noahs. His explanation was that he was just bad with words face-to-face, and that texting or voice notes felt like less pressure. I kept telling myself that being together meant meeting each other halfway. He was quiet and reserved, so I'd be the one to reach out. He forgot anniversaries, so I booked the restaurant and reminded him to keep the night free. He had no time to schedule our engagement shoot, so I handled the whole thing with the studio myself. He was too busy with work to help us move, so I packed everything alone, booked the movers, and got it all done. When I was so worn out I was about to break, I'd send him a voice note, and he'd say, "I'm so sorry, baby. The lab was insane today. I couldn't be there for you, and it kills me to watch you run yourself into the ground." Hearing how guilty he sounded, all my hurt just melted away. And that's how I carried three years of this relationship on my own, running on the flawless tenderness he only ever gave me online. Until today, when I found a program on his laptop called Boyfriend Assistant. It analyzed every message I sent and generated the perfect reply, the perfect response, every single time. Cold snap? It sent: Bundle up, baby. Time of the month? It pinged an API and auto-ordered hot chocolate to my door. All those late nights he spent "working," the gentle voice notes that lulled me to sleep, every one of them was synthesized in Noah's voice. For three years, the person who'd been there for me, day and night, was never Noah at all. For three years, I'd been performing a one-woman show.