Aircon Sharp

“Please, don’t marry him. I love you. How am I supposed to live without you?” Williams’s voice broke as he pleaded, desperation seeping into every word. Slowly, deliberately, Elodie slid the engagement ring off her finger. Without hesitation, she hurled it at him, the sharp metallic sound of it hitting the ground cutting through the air like a knife. “Get lost, Williams,” she spat, her tone icy. “I never want to see your face again.” Williams stared down at the ring, the very one he had chosen with so much love and care, now lying discarded like it meant nothing. Without another word, he turned and walked away, his steps heavy. He didn’t look back, and with every step he took, the distance between them felt insurmountable. As his figure disappeared from view, Elodie stood frozen, her body trembling. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over, and she collapsed to her knees. The ring, still glinting faintly on the ground, caught her eye. With shaking hands, she reached for it and cradled it in her palm. Her sobs grew louder as she pressed the ring to her lips, her tears soaking into her skin. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible through the sobs. “I’m so sorry, Williams.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the struggle for dominance, Elodie Richards unknowingly becomes a pawn— an object of a cruel joke that shattered her once blissful life. Falling prey to an evil scheme, she let go of the one thing that mattered most in her life; Williams Storm. When the truth comes to light, will Elodie be able to right her wrongs and win back the heart she shattered into pieces, even when Williams' once–loving eyes are filled with nothing but contempt for her?

I was married to one of the city's richest billionaires, but inside his home, I was just a ghost. Damian never once looked at me with love. Never did he touch me with kindness. He didn't see me as a woman, or even a person. I was just… a stand-in. A stand-in while he waited for someone else to come and my heart broke in silence. But the day he walked into our home with his first love, Vanessa, hand in hand it finally broke for good. I found my strength and I placed a signed divorce papers on his desk. Damian scoffed, his eyes cold. “You’ll regret this. You’ll crawl back. Women like you always do.” I thought he was right. I thought I had no one, nowhere to go, and nothing to live for. Until the black car stopped in front of me. That night, three powerful men stepped out, calling me by a name I didn’t even know was mine. Adrian Valehart, a ruthless tycoon whose eyes were as sharp as steel and silenced a room. Nathaniel Valehart, the cold, brilliant lawyer who never lost a case. And Leo Valehart, the superstar adored by millions. They told me I was, their long-lost sister, the only daughter of a billionaire family. I thought they were wrong. But when Adrian gave me shares worth billions, Nathan vowed Damian would walk away with nothing but shame. Leo wrapped his arm around me and declared to the world, “This is my sister, my one and only.” Everything changed And Damian… Damian refuses to let go. He came crawling back, begging for a second chance. “Please, give me another chance,” he said. But my three overprotective brothers wouldn't let him touch me and his pride will not die quietly.

“How many time's do I need to tell you that I don't love you Sierra? You were just a replacement for Ophelia.” He said harshly as his grey eyes glared at her furiously. Those words pierced her heart like a sharp knife, cutting her into pieces. “So I was just a replacement to you? I still mean nothing to you after all these years” She asked, swallowing the bitterness as a few drops of tears escaped her eyes. “No.” He replied coldly without any remorse. The small hope she had in herself vanished as soon as those words left his mouth. Right at the moment, she knew the man she had loved all her life would never love her back. ----------------------------- ----------------- “Let’s go back home, Sierra ,” Rigel said, trying to clear his throat, making Sierra look up in surprise. Did she hear him right? “Did you just hear yourself?” Sierra chuckled humorlessly as she looked at him in disbelief. “Give me a chance, Sierra . Let me prove my love and words to you. I promise this time I will bring the world under your feet.” He looked sincere as he tried to beg for a second chance. “Even though I was always there in front of your eyes, you never saw me. You only saw her. Even though I spent three years with you, you never noticed me. You only looked for her. So tell me how can I suddenly believe that now all you can see is me? How can I take you back?” Sierra asked the questions while trying her best to keep her emotions in control. She wasn't going to let that man break her heart again.

One man, One Deal, One Night. Icen Evren Knight Was Mine. I met a billionaire on a lie. I was his temporary Cinderella. He was my prince, all sharp edges and expensive sin. That night ruined me. He took my breath. He set my body on fire. Icen was savage. I kept the ring he gave me—proof that the magical moment was real. But I had to run. No note, no goodbye. I became a ghost. That one-night mistake became my whole life. A pair of midnight eyes. A tiny heartbeat. Our son. I had to keep moving, running constantly to save our son. My past is a killer. He took my twin sister. He wants me dead. That constant running saved me from two things: the man who killed my sister, and the father of my child that I left behind. Four years later, fate threw me back to the man who ruined me. He’s still painfully gorgeous. He still smells like expensive sin. Now? He hates me. To him, I’m a ghost. A liar who ran. A mistake he wished to undone. The cruelest curse: He’s my boss. I’m his employee. We breathe the same air, I have no fairy good mother or a magic wand to save me from his wrath. I need to toughen up. I must fit into his world. Not for me, but for the boy whose face reminds me of the man I ache for. Now I have two predators: the powerful boss who wants me exposed, and the killer who wants me buried. I'll sacrifice everything for my son. Because fairytales are for fools, and I’m living proof of a dream that may not come true.

"Daisy, please don't run away from me like this," Nicolas pleaded from behind. His purple eyes were looking as always mysterious in the dim street light. Daisy stopped in front of her car and turned her head to see the person who was demanding her attention and asked in a cold and low tone, "Why will I run from someone I don't even know?" "Don't say that you don't even know the person with whom you were madly in love, without seeing me your days used to be incomplete." Daisy replied nonchalantly without even looking at the most handsome celebrity of the city, "Exactly. I was and I don't want to repeat my mistake." Then without waiting, Daisy opened the door of her car and immediately a six years old little boy jumped on her while shouting excitedly, "Mommmmyyy." "Mommy? You are married? Or it is just the son of Lucas?" Nicolas blurted out in a confused tone. A sharp pain of emptiness started to engulf him, seeing the little kid. Daisy didn't reply to the last question. Flashing a mocking smile, she got in the car and asked the driver to start the car. Her little son was playing on her lap. Daisy placed an affectionate kiss on his forehead and his purple eyes sparkled happily in the dim light of the car. __________________ Three teen students' lives messed up after a stormy night and broke their hearts into pieces. But those who are destined to be together, can't be separated either by society or by the people around them. They meet again after 7years in a different city in different circumstances but the feelings hiding in their hearts are the same. ________ What will happen when they will meet again? Will Nicolas and Daisy end up together this time or they will again be parted by Lucas?? Find it yourself.

BOOK #6 - WRIGHT-PETROV SERIES After her father's death, Kamilla lost her association with her father's employer. The Petrov family. Everything else followed. People she considered friends, including her boyfriend, turned their backs on her. She was outcasted by the same people previously groveling to please her. Overnight, she becomes a nobody. An easy target for the hypocrites of society. Nonetheless, she endures. She is far stronger than anyone realizes. However, someone thought she needed protection. "Why are you doing this, Mr. Samuel Petrov? I do not need the frivolity of your world. And please do not give me that lame excuse about being my father's friend again," she shows her defiance by meeting his calm gaze with her sharp angry one. "Believe me, Kamilla, you will not want to hear my reasons." Samuel bore her with an ominous look, attempting to dismiss her. "What reasons, Mr. Petrov? Does it include watching me sleep in the middle of the night? Or your huge one down there having a hard-on whenever you see me in my flimsy nightgown?" with regained boldness, she sassed while pointing at the bump of his pants. Samuel raised a brow in response to her brazenness. "It's just the tip of the iceberg you are seeing, Kamilla. You do not want to know the rest of it," his voice turned icy cold as he gritted every word. "I'm no angel, Samuel Petrov. I can smell your desire since day one, baby" A suggestive sultry smile carves her lips. "Fuck you, Kamilla. Don't call me baby" she was no longer surprise when he swiftly pulled and pinned her on the couch. "It's dangerous" His ragged hot breath fanned her face, and a rock-hard thing was wedged between them.

Dianne Blake, a strong and independent woman, faces public humiliation when she wakes up in a stranger’s bed—Roy Sinclair’s—on what should have been her wedding day. Betrayed by her ex-fiancé, Damian, and her former best friend, Chloe, Dianne is thrust into a whirlwind of scandal, heartbreak, and media scrutiny that threatens both her personal and professional life. Determined to rebuild herself, Dianne leans on her supportive sister, Maya. Meanwhile, Roy Sinclair—the dominant and intimidating billionaire whose bed she mysteriously woke up in—finds himself intrigued by her resilience. Their early encounters are tense, marked by sharp words, ego clashes, and undeniable chemistry. Slowly, a slow-burn romance begins to unfold between them. But their growing bond soon faces a greater challenge: Roy’s family. The Sinclairs, especially his mother and sister, openly reject Dianne. They view her as a scandalous outsider unworthy of Roy’s status, humiliating her during family gatherings and treating her with outright hostility. Their disapproval reopens fresh wounds for Dianne, threatening her already fragile sense of stability. The situation worsens when Damian and Chloe resurface in her professional life, attempting to sabotage her work and revive the gossip surrounding her name. The office becomes a battleground of manipulation and silent warfare. When their attacks escalate, Roy intervenes decisively—removing Damian from a major project, confronting Chloe, and making it clear that Dianne is no longer a target. Through late-night conversations, moments of unexpected vulnerability, and Roy’s unwavering support, their relationship deepens despite external pressure. Roy’s conflict with his family intensifies as he chooses Dianne over their expectations, adding emotional stakes to their journey. In the end, Dianne and Roy fully embrace their feelings for each other. Their love—born from chaos, strengthened through betrayal, and tested by family rejection—emerges powerful, passionate, and unbreakable.

It was just another morning commute—until he happened. Across the train aisle sat a man who looked like he’d stepped out of a high-end magazine and straight into a power struggle. His voice sliced through the air, sharp and commanding, as he chewed someone out over the phone like he ran the damn universe. Arrogant. Entitled. Dressed like a Wall Street god. Correction: he looked like a god. That’s where the charm ended—or so I thought. When the train screeched to a stop, he stood up in a hurry, stormed off… and left his phone behind. Did I pick it up? Yep. Did I snoop? Absolutely. Photos, contacts, a few mysterious texts—I couldn’t help myself. Did I keep it longer than I should’ve, building stories in my head about the man behind the voice? Yeah… I did that too. When I finally gathered enough nerve to return it, I marched into the glass-and-steel fortress he called an office. He wouldn’t even come out to meet me. So I dropped his phone on the desk outside his office door. And maybe—I left a photo on it first. Not exactly the professional kind. What I didn’t expect? A message. From him. What followed were late-night texts that burned hotter than anything I’d ever known. Words became whispers. Whispers turned into fantasies. I was falling—for someone I hadn’t even really met. He and I? Total opposites. Fire and ice. Chaos and control. But when we finally came face to face, it wasn’t just sparks. It was an inferno. What happened next? Let’s just say… falling for him was the easy part. Surviving what came after? That’s where the real story began.

“My eyes flashed open as the chilly air passed through my whole body but it wasn't the cold that woke me up. Grayham was lying next to me and his warm body caressed mine when he turned to me, his eyes shut. His warm breath flushed all over my face. I shut my eyes and imagined the comfort his body would bring to me. Then his legs curled up around mine and an electric shock shot up to my brain. The bulge in my trousers doubled in size. Through the dark, I led my hand into my trousers and when I clasped my dick, it was erect, swollen, and heavy. What if he was touching me? What if my cock was buried into his mouth or what if his hands were the ones doing the stroking? Fuck! I stroked harder as I imagined myself shoving my huge dick down his throat. I spewed on the floor and turned to the bed face down while panting heavily. Then, the warning bells in my head rang! Did I just cum while thinking about my mortal enemy?” *** Miles Kaden lives quietly, fiercely protective of the old building his father once tended. He’s stubborn, grounded, and bound to a place full of history—and secrets. Grayham Wilson is sharp, cold, and disgustingly rich. He builds empires by tearing others down. And now he wants that old building. They were never meant to meet. But one impulsive act changes everything. They wake up in each other’s bodies. What starts as a battle of wills quickly turns into something far more tangled. Because the longer they live each other’s lives, the more blurred the lines become. Two men. One curse. A hundred days to survive it—or risk losing not just their lives, but themselves.

"It won’t fit," I whispered, my breath hitching as he leaned closer, his lips grazing my ear. His voice was dark, commanding, and impossibly seductive. "You have no idea what your body is capable of. Relax and let me teach you." Alessia never believed in fairy tales. Life had taught her that happy endings were a cruel illusion. Struggling to care for her sick mother, she’s spent years working dead-end jobs, her sharp tongue and stubborn nature ensuring she never stayed anywhere for long. Now, she’s a bartender in a shady Sicilian bar, juggling rowdy customers and a boss who thinks a raise is only for women willing to strip. Then he walked in. Luca Romano is a man of few words but commands a room with his presence. The whispers about him are conflicting—billionaire, recluse, criminal mastermind. Women throw themselves at his feet, but his cold, detached demeanor makes one thing clear: he doesn’t care about anyone. Yet when Alessia crosses his path, everything changes. What begins as a business arrangement—a desperate woman agreeing to play the role of his date for one night—quickly spirals into something much darker. Luca’s possessiveness knows no bounds, and Alessia finds herself drawn into a world of power, danger, and unrelenting desire. But Luca has secrets as deep as his scars, and his love is anything but gentle. He’s a man consumed by vengeance, his methods ruthless, his emotions raw. Alessia thought she could handle his intensity, but the closer she gets, the more she realizes there’s no escaping him. He doesn’t just want her. He owns her. And as their twisted romance unfolds.