Anonymous Crush Novel

Can a self-made billionaire with a no-strings-attached philosophy finally settle down? Shawn has it all: money, power, and a reputation as the country's biggest playboy. But when he finds himself in a one-night stand with his secretary, Cheryl, he's forced to confront his beliefs. Cheryl has been working for Shawn for years, harboring a crush on him, but he's never taken notice of her due to his strict no-dating policy. As they navigate their unexpected situation, Shawn must choose between upholding his philosophy or taking responsibility for his actions. Will he be able to drop his playboy lifestyle and make things right with Cheryl? Find out in this steamy romance novel about what happens when two opposites are forced together by circumstance.

Hugh McConaughey had always been in love with his girlfriend, but when he caught her cheating on him with his favorite student, he was devastated. The emotional turmoil he experienced was so intense that he contracted a strange disease, leaving him feeling more isolated and alone than ever before. In an effort to find peace and heal from his emotional trauma, Hugh decided to transfer to Santander, a tranquil town where he could start anew. He live in the house of her late grandparents near the university where he would be teaching and tried to forget about the past. But the peace he had hoped to find was not meant to be. One day, while arranging his things inside the house, a young lady entered and immediately caught his attention. She was beautiful, with long, flowing hair and piercing topaz brown eyes. But there was something about her that gave him a headache, both literally and figuratively. Despite his initial reluctance, Hugh found himself drawn to her. They began to spend more time together. He discovered that her name was June Skye and that she had a crush on their neighbour named Anton. As they spent time together, Hugh realized that he had developed feelings for June. But he was afraid to get hurt again after what had happened with his ex-girlfriend. One day, while having on a date in yatch overlooking the ocean, Hugh finally confessed his feelings to Skye. Her advised resonated with Hugh, and he knew that she was right. Hugh learned to let go of his past and move forward with a new love in his life. And his relationship with Skye showed him that love can heal and mend even the most broken of hearts.

Compré en línea a un íncubo atractivo, uno de esos que vienen con esa distancia que seduce. Pero respiraba tan fuerte, con un jadeo grave atorado en la garganta, y me observaba sin parpadear. Su temperatura era tan alta que, al rozarme, sentía que podía quemarme. Pensé que quizá estaba enfermo y corrí a contactar a Soporte al Cliente. —¿Podrían ayudarme? Mi íncubo respira muy pesado, está muy caliente y no deja de mirarme… Después de escuchar mi explicación, cayó un silencio incómodo al otro lado. —Señorita… ¿no será que no está enfermo, sino hambriento? —Y lo que quiere no es medicina, sino besarla o… algo más.

Setelah Tia Lestari, teman masa kecil Andre Sonata, kembali duduk di kursi penumpang di sebelahnya, aku tidak ribut atau marah. Aku menurut dan duduk di kursi belakang, tepat di samping sahabat baiknya, Jimmy Tanusubrata. Saat mobil terguncang, lututku tanpa sengaja bersentuhan dengan pahanya yang kuat dan kencang. Aku sengaja tidak menarik kakiku, dan dia juga tetap diam. Di tengah perjalanan, kami melewati rest area. Tia merengek pada Andre agar menemaninya ke toilet. Begitu pintu mobil tertutup, Jimmy langsung meraih tengkukku dan menciumku dalam-dalam. Saat ciuman itu membuatku kehilangan akal sehat, satu pikiran melintas di benakku... Meragukan pria, memahami pria, menjadi pria... benar-benar sebuah kebenaran mutlak.

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband, Damian Pyke, once again left me for his first love. He said, "Taking care of a child alone isn't easy for Waverly. You're both women—can't you show her some understanding?" Not only was I willing to understand Waverly Benson, but I was also ready to step aside entirely so they could raise her child together. So, I packed my bags and applied for an overseas architecture program through my workplace. However, he eventually regretted it, crying and begging me not to go.

My mother is a hospital director. To give my brother, an intern doctor, more hands-on experience, she assigns him as the lead surgeon for my brain tumor operation. I beg her to let someone else do it and tell her it's my only chance at survival. But she slaps me hard across the face and screams, "How did I raise such a selfish, ungrateful child? Your brother has just started his internship—can't you help him improve his skills? Is that too much to ask?" Later, the surgery fails. I die on the operating table. And my mother seems to have aged decades overnight.

My husband, the hospital director, stole my kidney to save his beloved first love, who suffered from uremia. While I was under anesthesia for heart surgery, he stormed into the operating room without permission and ordered the removal of one of my kidneys. I begged him to stop, explaining that my heart condition was critical and that I could not survive back-to-back major surgeries. He only sneered at me, his voice dripping with disdain. “I knew you’d be jealous of Cece and make pathetic excuses. That’s exactly why I chose this moment.” Ignoring my desperate pleas, he took my kidney and walked away. In the end, I suffered multiple post-surgery complications and died miserably on the operating table.

On the way to get our marriage certificate for the twentieth time, Rolf Trivett regretted it once again. In eight years, this was our twentieth attempt to get the certificate. But every time we reached City Hall, he would always say he needed time to care for his seriously ill childhood friend and couldn't promise to marry me. This time, I couldn't take it anymore and asked him, "If she’s never going to get better, does that mean you’ll never marry me? What am I to you?" Rolf immediately lost his temper and yelled at me, "I've already promised to take care of her for life. Can you stop being so selfish? "Besides, we've been together for eight years. What difference does it make if we don't get this certificate?"

The day my husband, Lucas Maxwell, helps his childhood sweetheart—Cecilia Brown, who has cancer—lose her virginity, I leave behind a divorce agreement and walk away. Before I leave, I drop a comment beneath a photo of them on his social media. Their fingers are tightly interlocked in the photo. "Let's get divorced. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness." A minute later, he calls me. "How did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you, Fiona Sinclair? Do you really have the heart to let her die without leaving anything behind?" I sneer, "You're no longer my husband. How is that my problem?" That's when he panics.