Abigail Clancy Body Paint

Abigail telah mempersiapkan hari itu sepanjang hidupnya, bekerja sebagai sekretaris seorang miliarder muda bernama Noah Zimmerman yang terkenal dengan keliarannya. Ia berjanji pada dirinya sendiri bahwa dia akan menaklukkan Noah, membuatnya bertekuk lutut dihadapannya dan membuatnya memohon cintanya. Bukan karena ia terobsesi dengan laki-laki itu, tetapi karena ia ingin membalas dendam atas apa yang dilakukan orang tua Noah terhadap keluarganya. Semuanya hampir berjalan sesuai rencana ketika tiba-tiba sesuatu yang disebut cinta mengacaukan semuanya...

The novel is set in the modern time, its the year 2024 and Callie the protagonist is trying to get into a prestigious art school, she spends a whole day working on her canvas without food, sleep or even water and passes out on the floor, when she wakes up she’s in a familiar but not so familiar attic, same design and outline but the things in it weren’t hers, just as she’s about to completely lose it a boy seemingly two or three years older than her walks in and straight through her. She wakes up on her attic floor covered in paint with a splitting headache, she’s back to normal. She brushes the experience off as a lucid dream but more strange things start happening and Callie realizes that the world she knows is weirder than it seems

After they pulled me out of the surf, my fiancé, Milo Schneider, looked wrecked—eyes red, breathing all over the place. On impulse, I decided to mess with him. "I think I lost my memory. Where am I?" I kept my face blank. He froze for a second, then shoved his brother, Sean Schneider, toward me. "Sean, take your fiancée to the hospital—now." Yeah. That smile on my face? Gone. Sean pulled me into his arms. "Abigail, I'm your fiancé. Did you forget?"

Pagkatapos masawi sa pag-ibig ang bilyonaryong si Maximus o mas kilalang Axis, ay nagdisisyon siya na tumira sa mountain province at piniling maging isang magsasaka. Sa lugar na 'to ay nagawa niyang makalimutan ang panlolokong ginawa ng ex-girlfriend niya. Subalit sa 'di inaasahang sandali ay dumating sa buhay niya si Abigail, ang dalagang spoiled brat na laking America. Magagawa kaya nitong pasukin ang puso niya? Paano kung sa ugali pa lang nito ay nalagyan na niya ng ekis ang pangalan nito?

Abigail is unlucky when it comes to family. She is an orphan. Her family abandoned her when she was just five years old. When she was eight years old, she was adopted by a family, and since then she has done anything to please them. When she was about to get married, her groom left her for her best friend. To her surprise, there was a man who took the position of her new groom. Then, she got married to a man whom she had never met before. But when she finally got to know him, is this her new luck in life or another unlucky beginning of her now married life?

I am someone you wouldn't pray showed up in your nightmares… I am no devil incarnate. I am the devil itself.I do not hunger for women, but just one became a reason for my starvation. I would exploit her meekness. I would make her beg to be mine.When I claim her, it won't be kind.It will be savage. Raw. She would fall on her knees, but it wouldn't be a reason to pray. When she parts her lips, not even a worship to the Moon Goddess would be heard, because those lips that bring me to sin would only call my name and worship my body.She was something forbidden. She was never meant to be mine. She is my father's new little wife. But I am ready to break the rules of the Bratva and the Nightshade Pack. I would spill my father's blood like paint on a canvas.

When I'm trying to save a female patient's life, I use a pair of scissors to cut open her bra. But my fiancee, Scarlett Baxter, uploads a video of me pressing on the patient's chest to the Internet. "I know you're saving the patient's life, but isn't protecting the patient's privacy important as well? Besides, you keep touching her chest! This makes me feel very uncomfortable!" This incident goes viral on the Internet. The hospital I work at chooses to de-escalate this matter by demoting me and deducting my annual bonus. On top of that, I also receive a huge penalty for my actions. I did everything I could to save that patient's life, and yet everyone decided to paint me as a molester. Fine. I might as well not do anything, then. I'm not going to save anyone now. This time, the entire hospital falls into chaos.

When Luna, a gifted but struggling artist, receives a mysterious commission to paint for a powerful art patron, she’s drawn into the opulent world of Alejandro Moreau — a dangerously seductive billionaire with secrets buried beneath his charm. From the moment they meet, their connection is electric, tangled in erotic tension and forbidden longing. As Luna explores her art and her desires, Alejandro pulls her deeper into his world with sensual games and emotional manipulation. But their passion comes at a price. Alejandro is married — to Isadora, the most dangerous and influential woman in the country. And when Isadora discovers the affair, instead of revenge, she kidnaps Luna… and seduces her. Now trapped in a twisted triangle of lust and obsession, Luna must navigate power, dominance, and the dangerous pull of both husband and wife. But only one choice will define her future — and her freedom. In a story brimming with eroticism, betrayal, and psychological control, “Forbidden Touch” explores the cost of desire, and the blurred lines between love, power, and possession.

The day after I returned to my home country, my old classmates ambushed me with an invitation to a reunion. In the hotel, I ran into my ex, Shawn Quinn, whom I hadn't seen in five years. The room froze when he pulled out a ring and proposed. Gasps rippled through the crowd. They all expected me to jump at the chance, given how hard I had chased him back in the day. They forgot the gut-punch of our graduation day. Shawn had sided with another woman, letting her paint me as a plagiarist, a cheater, a bully. The school authorities revoked my diploma and kicked me out of the ceremony. Humiliated, I fled abroad, leaving behind a shattered heart. Now, his best friend told me, "Shawn pulled strings to get your diploma back despite your past mistakes. He never forgot about you. He has been waiting for you all these years. You're his only love."

Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border. He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family. He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him. I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood. He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took a bullet for him. He asked me to be understanding. I never complained. Day after day, I pressed expensive suits in that humid laundromat, waiting for him to come home. It wasn't until the eighth year that a mobster came back drunk. When I asked about Dario, he froze, then sneered at me through a haze of alcohol. "Dario? Are you kidding? He’s been a King in Manhattan for years. He’s the youngest Underboss of the Corleone family." I stood frozen, the iron in my hand burning a hole right through a shirt. "And he got married seven years ago. Biggest cathedral in New Jersey. Half the mob was there to toast the groom..." He pulled a crumpled photo from his leather jacket. Snuggled up against my husband was a woman in a high-end couture gown—the very same "poor, widowed sister-in-law" he had told me about. The next day, I contacted a fixer who specialized in fake IDs. On the application for a one-way ticket to Europe—a ticket to vanish off the face of the earth—I filled in the fake name I had prepared long ago. He trapped me for seven years with a sham marriage. From now on, I’d be done with this damn loyalty.