The Pink Hotel

Richard's parents died in a car accident when he was eight years old. Life has not been easy for him and his two sisters because no one was willing to help them. His older sister decided to sacrifice everything she had to see that Richard and his younger sister have the best of life. At age of 18, Richard happened to find himself in a university as a result of his sister's effort. She warned him seriously not to get involve in trouble. But his trouble began when he fell in love with one of his professor's daughter which resulted in him leaving school. Will he be able to face his sister after making all her efforts go in vain? Or will he find a way to succeed without obtaining a degree in an effort to make up for his mistake? Meanwhile Rebecca is very naughty highschool student that was terrible at mathematics and physics and has never been in love. Her mother hired Richard to teach her mathematics because he had the best result in his faculty. But Rebecca hated him so much that she could anything to make him stop teaching her. One day, Richard stood up for her while she was being humiliated at school. That made her to start seeing the good in him. Just as things were about to get interesting between them, a very tragic incident happened to Richard causing him to leave school. Rebecca did not see Richard again until after five years and he wasn't like she used know him. Will she fall for him again like before? Or will she turn a blind eye and pretend he doesn't exist?

She was sold as a breeder. He bought her for three hundred coins. Neither expected the mate bond that would destroy them both. 🌺 Isabella never had a wolf. Labeled defective and sold to Alpha Nolan of Silvermoon Pack, she was nothing more than a body to use and discard. But on her eighteenth birthday, when she enters his chambers, the impossible happens—the mate bond ignites between them. Alpha Nolan feels it too. But he's in love with Luna Giselle, his beautiful betrothed. He refuses to accept a wolfless omega as his fated mate. After a night of cruel passion, he rejects Isabella publicly, shattering the bond and her heart. Heartbroken and hunted by Giselle's assassins, Isabella flees into the forest. Rescue comes from Alpha Kieran of Crescent Moon Pack, who discovers her shocking truth: Isabella isn't a werewolf at all. She's a lycan princess, stolen as an infant and lost to her royal family for eighteen years. And the pregnancy growing inside her—Alpha Nolan's child—has awakened her dormant powers and her wolf. A wolf unlike any other: pink-furred, ancient, and powerful beyond measure. Three months later, Alpha Nolan arrives at Crescent Moon for a treaty renewal, still haunted by a bond that refuses to die. When he discovers Isabella alive, pregnant, and revealed as lycan royalty, he realizes his catastrophic mistake. But it's too late. Alpha Kieran has found Isabella's true lycan mate, and Luna Giselle is plotting with vampires to destroy the woman who threatens everything. Caught between the mate who rejected her, the destined mate waiting for her, and a vengeful Luna with deadly secrets, Isabella must embrace her power as the pink wolf and choose her own fate. "You rejected me when I was nothing. Now I'm everything you can't have."

If you are going to be BAD, then you have to do it the BAD way... It's pretty simple: 1) Don't get caught 2) Always have a Plan B 3) If all else fails... Run...Run for your life! Everyone has a bad side. Some try to deny it's existence, some hide it and others well...they rule the world with it. In the book of being BAD, there are ninety-nine formulas for world domination... Number one: You aren't BAD until you can walk around the school dressed in all pink and have everyone afraid to approach you. Number two: You aren't BAD until you can break into a certain bad boys house and well... do the wrong kinds of stuff. Number three: You aren't bad until quite frankly, you have declared vengeance against the bad boy. ~*~ "I heard you like bad boys," Blade says with a vivid smirk on his face. I glared up at him, without responding clenching my fists fighting the urge to punch him in the face. "So...?" He says after a couple of seconds of silence. "So what?" "So what do you think...Tinker Bell?" He says emphasizing on the stupid name. His face moved closer to mine and I stared back into his green eyes, watching the fire inside ignite. I smirked, "Then find me one." Blade grins at my witty retort and shrugs it off. "I look at you and I see cotton candy, but then you open your mouth... and suddenly you turn into liquorice," he scoffs. "Welcome to the game bitch, your move, now let's play."

"Jamil! Sophia!” “I swear to my moon goddess! My soul will stay restless until I take my revenge on both of you! For killing me and my beloved once!" "It's Luna's swear to you!" Declaring, she collapsed on the floor with a blurred vision before finally shutting her eyes to accept her tragic death in sleep. Her blood turned colder, and her body stopped moving. The burning pain slowly faded, and her heart took the last beat of this life. Layla Gomez, after being betrayed and killed mercilessly by her true mate, Jamil. She could feel hate and regret for choosing him. In her last breath, she prayed to the Moon Goddess if she would get another life; she swore to get her revenge and change her faith. What would happen when Moon Goddess heard her pray and Layla found herself not dying but travelling back in the past, just a week before her 18th birthday? Will she be able to change her faith this time? Or does the Past repeat itself?

I’m Iris Hale. Twenty three and a cleaner at one of New York’s most expensive hotels… and dying from the same illness that killed my mother. I was just supposed to do my job and go home but curiosity got the better of me I wake up and I'm in a cage. The rich are bidding and I’m the prize. I’m sold to a cold, powerful man who was never supposed to care whether I lived or died. But the longer I stay with him, the more I realize he’s hiding secrets… and protecting me in ways he shouldn’t. The problem? I’m running out of time. And falling for my captor might be the worst mistake of my life.

My grandfather, the company’s chairman, had an unmistakable obsession with pink. Not only had he decorated his entire house in soft rosy hues, but he even had his newly purchased Rimac Nevera repainted in blush pink. I was home for the summer. On the day he got his new car, he excitedly asked me to drive him to work. We had just entered the underground parking garage when a black Rolls-Royce suddenly blared its horn and sped up to cut in front of me. It then slammed on the brakes without warning. Unable to react in time, I crashed straight into it. The driver lowered his window and cursed at me. His face was twisted with arrogance. “Are you blind? Vixen, can’t you drive?” Swallowing my anger, I retorted, “You were the one who deliberately cut me off. How can you twist this around and blame me?” He let out a mocking snort. “You women in pink cars are hopeless drivers, yet you still blame others? You had it coming. You must be a new intern. Let me tell you something. You’ve just hit the chairman’s car. Get ready to go bankrupt!” My grandfather and I exchanged a baffled look. If that was the chairman’s car, what were we in?