911 Fanfiction Buck Stops Talking

“Tell me what’s going on?” I snapped, tired of the unnecessary suspense. “I don’t know what’s going on either but it’s not safe here. Please stay where you are, I can’t afford to lose another person tonight.” He murmured as his voice shook with impatience. “Lose another person? What are you talking about?” I froze, thrown into oblivion. He sighed as tears mixed up his words. “Chelsea, your mother and your sister are gone.” ****************************************** After a series of life threatening events, Chelsea Ambers steps out of her shadows to defend her family and investigate the murder of her sister. After landing the most envied position in the business industry, Chelsea is faced with more trauma and confusion as all traces of her sister’s death leads to the two men she loves the most. Would Chelsea bury the past and let love reign, or would she avenge as she swore she would? ****************************************** “She was just a victim of a bad mood swing. Your father broke the deal, Chelsea Ambers.” He scoffed like her life meant nothing to him.

'You are already bound by him once you sign the paper.' There is no way out, only death.' Online shopping is easy to do. Add to the cart and place the order. Lorelay Sugala is a child who needs to find half a million for her brother's operation. In their town, there is a man whom everyone calls a "madman." According to them, it was a crazy old man who lived in a big house in the upper part of the town. What they say is that a "madman" is looking for a wife to spend his life with. Many people apply because of the large sum of money in return. Lorelay is one of them. Out of hundreds of women who applied, she was chosen to be purchased by a madman known as Ho Shein or Mr. Shein. When Lorelay found out that she was chosen by Mr. Shein to get married, the mayor of their area immediately agreed to marry them as soon as possible. What he doesn't know is that the madman the town is talking about is actually a rich young man who possesses certain good looks but has a dark past. Online shopping is easy to do. Add to the cart and place the order. But was everything just a coincidence? Or was it meant to entice her into a trap?

My breathing rate slowly increased on seeing his outstretched hand, and out of my gritted teeth, I asked, "Did you poison this food?" There was no slight change in his face as he answered me coldly, "I would rather choke you to the bed with my bare hands, Senorita. That way, you'll curse out my name" My eyes dimmed for a moment. Was this devil in an armani suit still talking about murder? "Now, open your mouth!" He commanded and my stomach rumbled in protest. My lips vibrated and I tried to hold the hot tears forming inside of my eyes. I couldn't stay longer with this hunger. As long as I'm not submitting to be his slave then I could come to a compromise. .. .. Her name is Sofia Di Marco; surviving heir of a powerful mob family. After a decade of hiding from the Italian government She finally steps out to start a new life but she bumps that new life into a mystery billionaire man who turns out to be the King of the New York Underground. That was his identity, but to her, he was Mr. Pompous; the raging green-eyed Devil in an Armani suit.....

Poor Rose was about to lose her mind because of the mix-up between the Young Billionaire, George Owens, her friend, and Mrs. Sarah Owens, the woman who volunteered to fill the vacuum that her late mother left behind. To sustain the relationship, she proposed that she should marry his son, George, which she accepted happily. Nevertheless, after the proposal, she continued to be friends with George, who was nice to her, and she liked him. Then, he proposed marriage to her, but she turned him down because she already had a lover. Subsequently, Mrs. Owens informed her son of her arrangements, but he turned her down, because he had Rose in mind, and believed that she would accept him someday. Without knowing that they were saying the same thing, and talking about the same girl, George went out to get another lover after Rose rejected his proposal. To compensate Rose, and ensure that she remained in her family, Mrs. Owens introduced Regan, her nephew to Rose as his son. Now, the picture is clearer. Rose accepted Regan. Later she discovered that there was a mix-up and wished to strengthen things out.

My husband finally thinks about me three years after my death. The reason? His childhood sweetheart's leukemia has relapsed, and she needs another bone marrow transplant. He comes to my place, wanting to make me sign a donor agreement. However, he finds that the place has long been vacated. He asks a neighbor about it. "Are you talking about Kristen? She's long dead! I heard it was because someone dragged her away for a bone marrow donation when she was already sick. She died a few days after returning home." My husband refuses to believe that. He thinks my neighbor and I have conspired to lie to him. He says impatiently, "If you see her, tell her I won't pay the medical bills for that child she's been raising if she doesn't come to see me in three days." My neighbor shakes her head when she sees how stubborn my husband is. She mutters, "The poor child has already starved to death, though…"

Warning: Mature Content Shock, cold and absolute, rippled through me. My jaw dropped. “Owned? I am not an object! You can’t just—” His dark chuckle cut me off. It was a chilling sound, devoid of warmth. “Oh, but I do, little bird. You became mine the moment your dear brother, Carlos, sold you to clear his debts. Along with almost all the shares in your father’s company.” The air left my lungs in a ragged gasp. What was he talking about? That couldn't be true, yet the look in his eyes said otherwise. He had sold me like an object, like chattel. Rage, raw and unadulterated, surged through me, eclipsing the fear for a fleeting moment. I tried to push past him, to escape and to run anywhere but his hand shot out, grabbing me by the neck, not quite choking but enough to hold me in an iron grip. He pinned me to the wall, his face inches from mine, his eyes burning with an intense possessive fire. “You now belong to Lorenzo Blackwood,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You are mine. To possess. To claim. To own.”

“Me?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips. “You already have me.” His response was immediate, like he had been waiting forever to say the words. “Not the way I want. Not the way that matters.” ******** I sat in a bar, determined to drown out every single one of my sorrows after my marriage came to a painful crash, but he strolled in, all seductive smiles and an accent that rippled through me. Theon Murphy, a man made of dark chocolate, velvet kisses, and sin. That one night wasn’t supposed to happen, and I wasn’t supposed to walk into my first day of work to find my one-night lover seeking a care nurse for his grandfather. Me. Now we’re forced into a fake relationship that feels all too real, and every time he kisses me, the world stops and stills like a chaotic painting. When he makes a declaration, expressing his need to love me for real; would I be able to take the tattered fragments of my heart and piece them into something that deserves his love, or would the external forces creeping in on us arrive before I can make up my mind? My Billionaire Rebound is a book wrapped in layers of seduction, indecision and the crippling need to belong to someone trustworthy. Would Alina finally find her happily ever after? Or does fate have one more cruel twist up its sleeve?

Clarissa black is killed by her husband and mistress after handing over all her shares to him. Her last wish, “if I could go back, I’ll destroy both of them” And then she wakes up Back in her old bedroom Back two years before she made the biggest mistake of her life Back to take revenge Back bolder, colder, no longer gullible Carefully she plans her revenge , taking everything she had ever worked for, the house the company, all the shares. Reconnecting with her family, secretly resuming her father’s company. And Blake? He doesn’t suspect a thing He thinks he still owe her He thinks she still fears him He still thinks she can’t live without him Until he starts loosing control with the company Until the board stops listening to him But revenge becomes harder when Micheal, her old classmate and business competitor steps into her life He sees through her, everything she’s trying to hide, and he tries to protect her even though she no longer trusts anyone He helps her achieve her goals, making sure everything goes smoothly In this life Clarissa won’t be the victim, she won’t be the one who dies at the end. In this life she makes everyone who hurts her pay.

Layla was one of the so-called ‘meat’ to be served at the ‘demon’s table’. When midnight came and the howling of the king resounded in the woods, she knew she would die. With strong determination to fulfill at least one of her lifelong dreams, she ran her mouth and desperately asked her predator a favor in exchange for her complete submission to death. In the eyes of the powerful beast, she was nothing but a talking flesh and so her wish was granted. Little did she know, her life was about to change.Under the moonlight glow, two creatures are fated to meet. It's the fateful encounter that would turn the world filled with traitors of own kind upside down. With hatred and vengeance as the core of the bloody havoc, only those with power can survive.Will the burning love and developed compassion be enough to remedy the pain and anger buried deep in one’s heart? Or would it turn into sharp fangs to destroy those who were against the sheer glow of the light?Perhaps it was Layla’s fate to meet the beast who’d change her life or was it the beast whose life going to be ruined with her fatal schemes.Midnight Feast is now serving…Theoria~

I watched my family scrape and starve so I could save enough to come to Sicily for a tan, a fling, maybe my first proper kiss— maybe even lose my virginity to a hot stranger I’d never see again. I did not come to wrestle a kidnapped toddler out of a speedboat at gunpoint. One minute I was hiding from a flirty Italian on the beach. The next, I was running barefoot across the sand in a bikini with a terrified little boy in my arms… while men in black suits shot at me. Now the whole island thinks I’m the kidnapper. Especially the grey-eyed man with the gun who looks at me like I’m his next target. I don’t know his name. I don’t know who the boy really belongs to. I just know the man hunting me isn’t a hero and he’s not going to let me walk away. If I survive this holiday, I’m never leaving England again. If he stops looking at me like that… I might even miss the danger. Holy hell. I didn’t just grab any child. I snatched the heir to the Don of the most ruthless mafia outfit in Europe. And his best friend—the grey-eyed man with the gun—wants my head on a spike. I never imagined I’d die a virgin. But here I am.