A Sorry Paragraph For Her

"Mine. My Princess... All Mine." +=+=+ Pearl Williams thought she was just struggling with a tough class, but when she meets Professor Anthony Marison, the man she had a one-night stand with, her academic troubles take a backseat to a more dangerous temptation. Despite the warnings, Pearl finds herself drawn to the older, mysterious professor in a whirlwind of desire and consequence. Will she heed his cautionary words, or will she risk it all for a taste of forbidden passion?

WARNING: This story contains sexual language and themes. Please skip this story if you are not open-minded. What if a billionaire woman had a personal need that only a virgin man could fulfill? What if an innocent young man entered her house to work, only to discover that an unwanted job awaited him? Would he go through with this job even against his will, or would he simply forget it and look for another instead? AUTHOR’S NOTE I’m not a professional writer, so expect some grammatical errors and typos.

Stolen as an infant, Isla has lived her entire life under the control of cruel strangers who never let her feel like she belonged. Years of abuse dampened her spirit, and when she escapes to college, she only wants to finally live her life without any dark cloud looming over her. Instead, trouble seems to follow her. Stalkers, threats, and shadows from her past keep dragging her into danger.     That’s until she keeps bumping into her college lecturer in unusual places and she realizes that there’s a whole lot more to him than what he lets on. Protective, ruthless, and dangerously charming; willing to risk everything for her, he vows to keep her safe.     The deeper she’s drawn into his orbit, the more she realizes her past isn’t what it seems to be — and the truth may be darker than she ever imagined.

Kayla, a shy and introverted music major, is starting her first year of college with a mix of excitement and fear. With a scholarship in hand, she is finally able to pursue her passion, but she finds herself completely alone. Having bounced from foster home to foster home, Kayla never really belonged anywhere. Her unique colored eyes made her the target of teasing, and years of trauma have left her struggling with anxiety and PTSD. Her past has kept her from forming meaningful connections, and the idea of love and support feels like an impossible dream. Meanwhile, three powerful mafia kings—known as 'The Kings'—are on a mission. These blood brothers, triplets bound by a pact made in their youth, have searched tirelessly for their one true queen. Known for their brutal and ruthless reputations, the trio is feared across the world. Despite their many enemies, they have always had each other's backs, and they share everything—everything except the woman they were destined to love. After years of failure in their quest, they decide to take on roles as professors, hoping to finally find the one they've been searching for. When they meet Kayla, broken and vulnerable, will they be able to heal her heart and help her find the strength to open up? Or has her past scarred her beyond repair? What they don't know is that Kayla's story is more tangled than they ever imagined, and the truth about her origins may be more dangerous than they could ever have predicted.

Carla Jones' life came crashing down when she caught her boyfriend cheating, she loses her career, her home and her mental health was in jeopardy. She runs back to her hometown to escape from all the mess only to reconnect with the seemingly normal Steve Ephron who she had rejected in high school because he was ambitionless. How would Carla react when the very man she didn't like turns out to be the umbrella who shelters her from the wind and storms of her life? Her very own silver lining in the darkest days.

Sera Saw in the hands of Zachery, she was bullied... Abused and raped by him, But what she didn't know was that love could find a way between them. Between that dark Soul of Zachery was a great heart that yells for love. Sera unlocked it.

Fresh from a business trip, my husband swept me into his arms and pulled me toward the bathroom for a passionate shared bath. As our lips met in a dizzying kiss, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye: the toilet lid was down. Seven years ago, after reading an online article claiming that men urinating while standing could splash bacteria onto the seat, he insisted we always keep the lid up for hygiene's sake. In all our years of marriage, it had never been lowered until now. A chill ran through me. The bathroom was pristine, not a stray hair in sight. But then I noticed the shower's water temperature was set five degrees higher than the 98.6°F he always preferred. Men preferred cooler water, and women warmer. In an instant, I realized that Nick Doyle had betrayed me.

At our wedding, my husband, Justin Garner, pushes me—three months pregnant—toward our enemies as an apology in order to save his foster sister, Clara Garner. "This is my sincerity. You can do whatever you want with her." I don't cry or make a scene. I quietly follow the enemies away. That's because in my previous life, I had traded all my wealth for freedom and returned to Justin's side. In the end, I was forced to drink drugs and lost my unborn baby, suffering for three days and nights. "Justin, those 'enemies' were people you hired to act, and Maxine didn't even lose her innocence. Why did you have to get rid of the baby?" Clara asks. Justin coldly laughs. "If you're acting, you have to make it look real." I died full of hatred. When I wake up again, I choose to let those people take me away. Three years later, when I arrive at a banquet on the arms of my new lover, Justin goes mad, grabbing me and demanding, "Maxine Preston, where is our child?"

Copper, named after her grandmother, was told to her face that she was the black sheep of her family. She got into fights, hang out with the bad crowd, and had the biggest crush on a teacher. However just when her parents couldn't take it anymore, a driver appeared outside of her school and informed her that her grandfather, the richest man in their city, and a man she'd done her best to forget about, wants to reunite. Kenny Greenland refused every woman his parents brought to marry him. Fed up with his folks, he made a deal. He would only marry the grandchild of his master, knowing full well that his master didn't have grandchildren. However, to his surprise the most dashing young lady he has ever seen claims to be his master's grandchild. She whispered, "Keep your promise, darling." From family conflicts, to poisonous rivals, outside forces were happy to stop the union of two powerful families, but they don't know who they're messing with. Whoever tried would live to regret it.

I had argued with Tiffany Jensen at the construction site over a 15-dollar BBQ plate, and the fight had spiraled out of control. Clutching my throbbing head, I watched as she stuffed the freshly cashed paycheck into her pocket. "Are you ever going to let this go? You just want me to pay for your meal, don't you? You're always complaining about headaches and dizziness. I think you're just lazy!" I wanted to tell her about the flashes of luxury that kept appearing in my mind, images I could not explain. However, the words stuck in my throat as another wave of vertigo hit me. By the time I steadied myself and caught up to her, she was already climbing into a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan. Their mocking voices drifted out through the car window. Someone said, "I thought your little 'real-life experience' would be fun, but this is it? You even argued over a meal." Another person laughed along. "Tiffany, Mr. Jensen's about to have a heart attack over this. Now that he's finally agreed to let you date Ethan Parker, just dump this loser already. Are you planning to support him for the rest of his life?" Tiffany replied without hesitation, "He's a nobody who doesn't even know who he is, and he thinks he deserves someone like me?" It turned out that after I lost my memory, I had become nothing more than a pawn in a wealthy heiress' rebellion game. I turned to leave, my heart sinking. Just then, an unknown number flashed across my phone screen. I answered without thinking. "Mr. Shaw, this is Alfred Wright, your family's butler. You've been missing for five years! Your grandfather is dying, and he wants to see you one last time." I glanced back at the car disappearing into the distance and said, "Alfred, come pick me up."