Jackie Oh!

Lured by the double salary, she decided to become the director's assistant for six months. On her first day as an assistant, Sophia lectured an arrogant man in front of everyone. But when she realizes the man is her billionaire boss Lennox Ray, she faces the risk of being fired. "I don't need an assistant, but if you insist, then here.." he flung the papers at her. "Those are the rules, read and abide by them. If you break any, you're out." Rule number one: Do not go through my emails. Do not make loud noises. No heels allowed.Do not... Do not... Do not... It was never-ending. "Such an asshole... You've got yourself a challenge, Lennox Ray. I'm going to do my very best to please you, that when it's time for me to leave, you'll be begging me to stay with a triple increase in my fucking salary".

Grace Manninhattan is stuck in a long-distance marriage at her mother's wish.He is Mr.Charmond, a close friend of her mother for a long time.A very difficult marriage, because their marriage allowed Grace to see the figure of the man she called father.And avenge the pain she and her mother have felt since Grace was born.Grace anger when she finds out that Mr.Emeron,her father.Will take her to marry a man of greater wealth. She devised various ways for her father to die by her own hands.All of these plans never worked because of Mr.Charmond's concern for Grace so as not to make big trouble for her own father.Grace grew up as a stubborn teenager, never caring about everything Mr.Charmond said. Instead she took advantage of her husband wealth for her great desire to kill Mr. Emeron.When Grace was about to succeed in giving several knife stabs to her father chest, she had to fail when Mr.Charmond tried to protect Mr.Emeron from Grace dark eyes. The incident took place tragically, even big events belonging to billionaires immediately turned terrible.Mr.Charmond was unconscious and fell into a coma, Grace had to deal with the police because the attempted murder that she had done had failed.A tough situation made Mr.Charmond have to make a decision for Grace.Whether he should save or just let Grace in prison.

On the night she’s crowned Luna, Aria Wynter is betrayed—her Alpha disappears into the arms of his past, leaving her broken and bound by a hollow mark. Betrayed and abandoned, she finds solace in the arms of the Alpha’s Beta, Riven. Torn between duty, desire, and a dangerous secret that could shatter everything, Aria must decide to either protect her heart or surrender to the one man she was never meant to love.

I stared wide-eyed at the body in front of me. A girl. She was probably at seventeen years old wearing a school uniform. Like what I wear. Her body is contorted in an angle I couldn't quite describe but I know would be painful. Her face is covered with her long dry hair and her own blood. The thing that made me wide-eyed is.... I am that girl. ******************* This is the story of a wandering ghost as she also met one. And the two fell in love... The story and ideas is my own~ Don't plagiarize~ Enjoy!

He's carrying a name no one hasn't heard of. A name written in books. A name defined by history. And no one can reject him except the girl with a yellow ribbon in her hair. Will history repeats itself? Or a new story will be written?

“Desmond,” I breathed out, “don’t.” But he didn't listen to my plea. His lips found my neck, his teeth gently grazing the frantic pulse that betrayed my panic. My skin instantly lit up beneath his mouth, a complete traitor to my mind. When his hand slid lower, tugging at the drawstring of my skirt, a terrifying mix of panic and deep heat crashed together inside me. “Desmond, please. This is wrong.” “Nothing about you has ever been wrong to me,” he growled out against my throat. Clothes instantly fell away as if they had never mattered. My shirt. His shirt. My skirt. The last threads of my will to fight. He settled heavily between my thighs, a burning hot weight. I felt him hard against me, thick and urgently insistent. My breath hitched sharply when the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance. “Tell me to stop, Ana,” he said, his voice ragged, his eyes desperately locked on mine. “Say the word, and I will immediately.” I opened my mouth to speak. No sound escaped. He pushed in, moving with agonizing slowness, stretching me open inch by painful inch. A broken, strangled sound left my throat as he filled me completely, buried deep to the hilt inside my most intimate space. My inner walls instantly clenched around him, shocked, aching, and intensely alive. He stilled his movement, letting me fully register every powerful throb of him inside me. “Fuck, Ana,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “You feel completely like mine.” Then, he moved again.