5 Nights At Chuck E Cheese's

As Becca's past shows up at her workplace in the face of two prominent werewolves, she struggles to determine what frightens her more - the werewolves threatening her way of life or the force of her past emotions resurfacing. She worked hard to forget her childhood in a werewolf pack and how they sent her away. However, with Nate's constant presence in her life, her feelings become undeniable, and her questions multiply. When Nate finds his mate among humans, he questions his whole life and his loyalty to his pack and family.

Accidentally killing her parents is what turned Neah’s life upside down. As punishment for her crimes, her wolf abilities are bound, and she is forced into a life of slavery by her brother. At the age of twenty-two, she saw no way of getting out and had given up on life, just trying to make it through each day. A contract between packs brings the arrival of the powerful, crimson-eyed Alpha Dane. A wolf that men feared, yet Neah couldn’t help but be fascinated by him. Adding Neah to the contract was never Alpha Dane's plan. Something about her strange scent lured him in, and he knew he couldn’t leave her behind, especially not when he heard the lies coming from her brother's mouth. But meeting Neah was just the beginning. If she isn’t challenging Alpha Dane, then it was her old pack that was trying to make life extremely difficult for him by keeping secrets buried. Please note, this book ends on a cliffhang

Ava: Nine years ago I did something terrible. it wasn't one of my best moments but I saw an opportunity to have the guy I've loved since I was a young girl and I took it. Fast forward to years later and I'm tired of living in a loveless marriage. I want to free both of us from a marriage that should never have taken place. They say if you love something.... It was time to let him go. I know he'll never love me and that I'll never be his choice. His heart will always belong to Her and despite my sins, I deserve to be loved.Rowan: Nine years ago, I was so in love I could barely see right. I ruined it when I made the worst mistake of my life and in the process I lost the love of my life. I knew I had to step up in my responsibility and so I did, with an unwanted wife. With the wrong woman. Now she has once again flipped my life by divorcing me. To make matters even more complicated, the love of my life is back in town. Now the only question is, who is the right woman? Is it the girl I fell head over heels in love with years ago? or is it my ex wife, the woman I never wanted but had to marry?

A rich heiress molested him, a beggar, so he demanded compensation. “Marry me and I'll make you a billionaire,” she muttered arrogantly. But he suddenly showed up on an international broadcast and there, she found that he wasn't a beggar at all. A billionaire! Filthy Rich Billionaire!

'น้ำส้ม' ต้องกลายเป็นหม้ายลูกติด เมื่อสามีของเธอเสียชีวิตด้วยอุบัติเหตุ การจากไปของเขาทำให้เธอต้องดิ้นรนสู้ชีวิตฟันฝ่าเพื่อลูก ชีวิตที่พลิกผันทำให้ได้เจอกับ 'นักรบ' นักธุรกิจหนุ่มไฟแรงที่ใครต่อใครจ้องจะจับ ทว่ากับไม่ได้เป็นตัวเลือกของเขาสักนิด ก็เพราะเขามันคนเอาแต่ใจ อยากได้น้ำส้มเพียงแรกสบตา โดยมีกามเทพตัวน้อยนำพาให้ได้พบเจอกัน...ภายใต้สัญญาที่เธอยากจะปฏิเสธ

Emma Blanton twists her ankle, and my fiance, Matthew Harrison, insists on becoming her personal chauffeur. When I voice my disapproval, he makes an even more outrageous decision. He moves Emma into my apartment at Bellemont District—the apartment I bought with my own money. He argues like he's the victim, "You're being selfish. She's injured, and living alone is too dangerous for her right now. I'm just being a decent human being. "And that place is sitting empty anyway. Having someone there helps with security." On the morning we were supposed to get our marriage certificate, he doesn't show up. I call, expecting apologies. Instead, I hear, "Emma had a fever this morning—101 Fahrenheit. I had to take her to urgent care. We can postpone getting the marriage certificate. Her health can't wait." To hell with postponing! I grab my phone and call David Rockefeller. "Do you want to marry me? Then get to City Hall. I'm serious—right now."

I stare at the email on my screen, unable to move my fingers. Tomorrow is our company's crucial product launch, and I just learn that the patent for the algorithm I spent three years developing is now filed under Matthew Ashford's new assistant, Sophie Bennett. I storm into Matthew's office to confront him. Sophie sits on his desk with her legs crossed, looking completely innocent. She claims that she filled out the form by mistake. "It's just a clerical error. The patent still belongs to the company. What's the big deal?" Matthew stands up from his chair, positioning himself in front of Sophie. I can't believe what I am hearing. "Matthew, this is my research!" "Emma, you're thirty-five. Why are you picking a fight with a twenty-three-year-old intern?" He frowns. Then, he turns to Sophie. "Starting tomorrow, you're the new CTO. Emma needs… some time off." I'm utterly stunned. A decade of marriage and five years dedicated to building a company together have been shattered by a few casual words from him. Thirty minutes later, Sophie posts a photo on social media of herself sitting on Matthew's lap. They are both clinking champagne glasses. "So lucky to have the best boss ever. I'll make sure to be his loyal kitten." Below that, Matthew leaves a comment—three red heart emojis. I shut my laptop and pick up my phone. "Hello. Is this Mr. David Langley from Novara Group of Sundale Valley? This is Emma Whitmore. I've changed my mind. I'm ready to join you." I pause. "And by the way, about that unreleased algorithm upgrade, I have the complete technical blueprint. Make me an offer." Later, I fly to Tallisport with an eight-figure check in hand, while Matthew goes frantic trying to find me.

At twenty-eight, I held the dubious honor of being the last unmarried socialite on New York's Upper East Side. Everyone around me was growing increasingly anxious about my single status. In my previous life, my mother arranged a matchmaking cocktail party, where I was told to choose a husband from ten handpicked elite bachelors. I bribed the event planner to place Mark West's profile at the very top—and as I had hoped, I chose him. After we married, Mark treated me with what seemed like tender affection. He even bought me an oceanfront villa in the Hamptons, making me believe I had finally found true love. But that illusion shattered the day I was nine months pregnant, just hours away from giving birth. Mark drove a scalpel straight into my abdomen—then, right in front of me, hurled our newborn onto the floor. "If you hadn't forced me into this marriage with your family's power, Sofia wouldn't have been heartbroken enough to go drinking and get drugged and assaulted. This… this is what you owe her!" He tossed the scalpel aside, then calmly let his private doctor pin down my blood-soaked body. I fought through excruciating pain for six agonizing hours, until I finally bled to death. Afterward, Mark dumped my corpse into the Hudson River. But for Sofia, he hosted a grand funeral—funded with my money, under my name—and paraded himself to the world as a grieving, devoted widower. Given a second chance at life, I refused to step foot in that cursed matchmaking event. Instead, I went straight to my mother with a demand: marry me to Robert Black—the most ruthless, cold-blooded titan of Wall Street, whose scarred face was feared by all. In the end, stripped of my financial backing, Mark's hedge fund collapsed. He became a disgraced fraudster, spat on by everyone on Wall Street.

Após cinco anos casados, Isabel Duarte sempre acreditou que Rafael Siqueira a tratava com carinho. Mas, assim que recuperou a audição, ela descobriu por acaso que o casamento e todo aquele amor não passavam de uma farsa. Quem arruinou sua reputação e fez a família do ex-noivo cancelar o casamento há cinco anos, também tinha sido ele. De coração partido, Isabel decidiu que iria se divorciar. — Foi tudo culpa minha. — Rafael, com os olhos vermelhos, implorou amargamente. — Eu me entrego a você, e passarei o resto da vida compensando pelos meus erros. Por favor, me dá mais uma chance! — Sr. Rafael, acha mesmo que o resto da sua vida é assim tão valioso? — Isabel riu friamente. Ele se recusou a assinar o divórcio, mas ela, não recuou e fez escândalos que sacudiram toda a cidade. Até, enfim, conseguir o que queria. Depois da separação, Isabel recuperou o controle dos bens da família, voltou à carreira e passou a ser cercada de pretendentes. Na festa de comemoração por um grande contrato, o homem mais influente da Cidade N a encurralou no canto da escada, apertando sua delicada cintura. — Já está na hora de me assumir, não acha? — Ele disse, sussurrando com incerteza. — Assim o seu ex-marido insistente vai perder de vez as esperanças.

When Alexander Smith stands in front of me and says he's going to marry someone else, that's when I realize he's been reborn too. I remember our 20 years of love in our past life. A plane crash. And then, rebirth. "This is to save Sophia," he says. "In our past life, she was sold to a Vostmark oligarch after her father's political scandal. Not long after, she took her own life due to abuse. I can't let that tragedy happen again, so I need to get engaged to her." As he speaks, he hands me an orange prescription bottle. "If you take this, you'll forget me for a little while. You won't feel the pain. It's just seven days. Once her father's scandal blows over, you'll stop the medication and your memory will return. Then I'll end the engagement and officially propose to you." I stare at the bottle, knowing it's a lie. Not the part about Sophia's suicide. The lie is about the drug. He thinks it only causes temporary memory loss. But I know better. The suppressant causes permanent damage to emotional memory. The seven-day countdown isn't the time it takes for my memories to return. It's the time it takes for my love for him to die.