Novel & Cerita Ask Em All Them Questions

I'm the heiress of an affluent family. The housekeeper's daughter secretly wears my gown prepared for my birthday party, and I'm about to teach her a lesson. Suddenly, I see real-time comments. "This female antagonist is just jealous that the female protagonist looks better in the gown than she does!" "It's fine. The male protagonists are going to show up soon!" "Let's hang on for a bit more. I'd like to see this antagonist continue being so snobby once her family goes bankrupt!" In the next second, my brother and fiancé show up. They shield the housekeeper's daughter in their arms. Sneering, I commanded the staff, "Strip all three of them."

At first a joke, and now a matter of seriousness. He thought she could fall into his trap but finally find himself cut off from reality. She ressemble a mature girl, yet she isn't. No matter how strong she is and how she will hate the character of Zack, Tiara will not resist to his charm, and him too. Love gains thier hearts, no matter their differences. Romance take it path in their life with all the ignorant they possess. Toronto will be their loving paradise, happiness invade their life until reality on its own gain it's path...trying to fly made her think their love could go above all but never above lies.

Ivy lost everything as a child with no memories of what happened. When her memories start to return, she makes it her mission to get revenge for her family. However, she learns the betrayal is closer than she thought. Before she can set out to get what she wants, her mate shows up and adds more to an already full plate. Can she handle it all?

I woke up to the sound of a mysterious groan. It was the groan of a man. I saw him playing with his manhood, causing me to close my eyes. I decided to pretend to sleep and tried to ignore what he was doing. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment and discomfort. He is just so shameless. He is a fae a mythical creature but I also have already a vampire mate. What should I do if I love him too? Should I just bury this feeling? Or rather than forget them? A werewolf with more than two mates is it possible? Or someone is fooling her? How should she face the biggest revelation of her real family?

Maximilian broke out of the formation a group of witches set in place to prevent monsters like him from appearing in the human realm. When he reached the human realm there was a blood bath. All those who caught him in the act were killed. Cyra who happened to pass by the short route was unfortunate to encounter the scene of the bloody monster, she wasn't the only one that mistakenly saw the scene but she was the only one that was spared.

The freshman welcome party was loud—music blasting, people screaming over it. Then the external pacemaker on my chest started shrieking. 10 percent battery. Cold sweat hit fast. I always carried a backup. Always. I yanked open my backpack. No heavy medical battery pack. Just a flimsy power bank. One blinking bar.

Ever since the death of her parents Deborah only wanted peace. Working for Lucas seemed perfect until she learned the truth: he wasn’t just a billionaire CEO, but the underboss of a feared Mafia empire. Their love was intoxicating, unstoppable… and doomed. As they dug deeper into each other, they uncovered betrayals that set them on opposite sides of a war neither of them wanted to fight.

I get picked up by the cops in the middle of the night for street vending. While questioning me, they pull up my file. One officer eyes me suspiciously through my mask and asks, "What's a Clairefield University graduate like you doing selling stuff on the street at midnight?" I freeze and lean over to look at the file. The ID number matches mine, but the photo has been replaced with one of Madison Bass. That's when it hits me—20 years ago, I was the one who got accepted to Clairefield University! Dazed and numb, I stumble home only to hear my husband, Joseph Gunther, speaking on the phone. "Madison, don't worry. I won't let Lucy interfere with your life. Just go abroad in peace." It's him! Joseph helped Madison steal my identity and my future. My stomach twists. I turn to confront him, to expose the truth. But before I can, he strangles me to death with a belt. "I'm sorry, Lucy. You can't ruin Madison's future…" When I open my eyes again, I'm back in the classroom. Our homeroom teacher is handing out university application forms. This time, I'm taking my life back.

My mother-in-law, Barbara Morris, insisted that a load-bearing wall was blocking our home's good energy. She even hired someone to tear it down for a panoramic floor-to-ceiling window. The contractor, Peter Stone, kept refusing. "Ma'am, we really can't do this. If we take this wall down, the whole building will collapse." In my past life, I fought desperately to stop them, even getting on my knees and begging them not to touch this wall that held the entire building together. My husband, Tom Williams, thought I was embarrassing him. He slapped me so hard that my left ear went deaf, and he forced them to demolish the wall anyway. That night, the entire building suffered a catastrophic structural failure. I was trapped under the rubble for seven days and nights with ruptured internal organs. Right before I died, I heard Tom shouting at the rescue team. "Save my mom first! That other woman has insurance. If she dies, we'll get the payout and buy a new place!" At that moment, the resentment inside me hardened. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment when the construction crew had just arrived. Looking at that thick load-bearing wall and Tom's hand about to rise up and strike me, I smiled and handed him the eighty-pound sledgehammer nearby. I said, "Mom's absolutely right. Once we knock down this wall, our place will turn into a luxurious river-view apartment. Anyone who tries to stop us is a complete idiot."

The day I found out my wife, Madison Anderson, had a secret three-year-old son with someone else, was the day I wired our house with explosives. I was prepared to end it all, with her by my side. Only that night, Madison never came home. I sat hollow and numb until my 10-month-old daughter suddenly called out, "Da-da." That single word shattered my resolve. She breathed life back into me. And so, I grabbed the most expensive car in the garage and sped away, detonating the explosives from beyond the gates. I drove straight to the airport, uncaring of the fiery wreckage that I left behind. From that night forward, the man Havenport had ridiculed as the Anderson family's worthless son-in-law vanished without a trace. Five years later, our paths crossed again at a boutique inn in Bellmont. Madison stared at me as I politely handed her the room key. For a moment, she looked lost. "Travis.... you seem different." I simply smiled and wished them a pleasant stay as a family of three.