Astrology Sign Dates Novels & Stories

The day Kris Flynn forced me to sign the divorce papers, a self-destruction system wired itself into my brain. The system ordered, [Slap him hard. Then, tell him to get out.] It startled me. Kris was ruthless by nature. If I dared to get in the way of him getting back together with his first love, he would make my life a living hell. Unfortunately, the system threatened me. [If you don’t start sabotaging your life this instant, you’ll die right now.] Without any choice, I slapped him. Fear overtook me as soon as I did it. I bolted straight out of the house. Then, the system gave me a command to smash a police car by the roadside. I was convinced the system was trying to get me killed. However, after I shattered the police car’s side mirror, I realized something. It was not my life that the system wanted me to ruin.

My husband is the director of a private hospital. During the three years of work, he would always find his "female best friend" with all kinds of excuses. The first time he went, he bought me a new purse I had been longing for. The second time he went, he credited one thousand dollars to the beauty salon I frequented. Only after he gave his family member's spot for the hospital's retreat did I finally ask for my one-hundredth request. He simply signed the form, thinking that it was some kind of order for a luxurious item. "I've neglected you lately. Shall I take you to see the aurora after I come back this time?" When he gracefully gave me that promise, I calmly smiled. That was because he didn't know the last thing I asked him to sign was divorce papers.

The first thing I did when I came back to life was to pawn off my engagement to the Don of the Schroder family, Edmund, on my stepsister. In my last life, he used the "family rules" to make me give up the one thing I loved—racing. He threw out all my colorful dresses and turned me into his canary in a gilded cage. I died, suffocated and hopeless. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the marriage contract was to be signed. I quietly switched my name with my stepsister Laura's and let Edmund sign the papers. He didn't forget to warn me, "Stay out of trouble. Our wedding is in three days. Be a good girl and wait for me to come get you." But he had no idea I'd already bought a fake ID and passport. In three days, I'd be gone. I'd be free.

Olivia B. Lawson gave up her life for love. She married her college sweetheart Vincent, who grew colder by the day. ‘Sign these documents to give my mother a piece of your liver; she needs it!’ ‘Your mother? The same one who hates me?’ ‘Stop being selfish, Olivia! I didn't marry a selfish woman!’ To make matters worse, the best friend she trusted conspired against her and slept with her husband. With nowhere else to turn when her life is threatened, she relies on the kindness of a handsome stranger: ‘Help me, my husband wants to steal my organs. I promise to repay you when we get these divorce documents to court.’ Will Olivia regret her proposal when the handsome stranger turns out to be the ruthless and most feared among the 'new money': 'Billionaire' film investor Matteo D'Amico, a wolf in sheep's clothing?

My wife cheated on me—with my cousin. The three of us were headed to sign divorce papers when bam—car crash. Next thing I knew, I was back on the day we got our marriage license. This time, no fights, no drama. We both knew it was over. She ditched me for Jason fast and skipped the country with him. I stayed behind, buried in law books and case files. Five years later, she was famous—thanks to Jason pulling strings. Concerts, cash, fans screaming her name. Me? Still grinding at a law firm, backing folks who needed real legal help. Then came the family reunion. She showed up on Jason's arm, smug and shining, throwing shade like it was sport. But when I mentioned I was settling down with someone else? Her face snapped. "I made one dumb mistake! How DARE you move on?!"

Vampire Selina, after avenging her brother's murder, slept for five hundred years, after which she was forced to wake up by a strange scent. Just woke up from a long sleep, she was forced to sign a blood contract by a human girl - Oralie Langley. Oralie promises that after Selina helps her get revenge, she will forcefully break the contract, volunteering to turn to ashes and set Selina free. Selina is convinced, reluctantly along with this lowly human to go through the conspiracies and engage in danger. Oralie - A human girl who is warm, gentle, and sincere, like a little sun. And a vampire as hungry for warmth as Selina fell in love with that girl. But this little sun, not as bright as it seems… After all, who is Oralie? What is her true identity? And her true purpose, is it as simple as she says it is? Stripping away this beautiful skin, what does Oralie have left? Is it a corrupt conspiracy, or a dirty truth?

"Take this five billion money. But from now on, you must go and stay away from my son. Moreover, don't let him know about your pregnancy." _______________________________ An arranged marriage forces Belle Kensington to sign a contract marriage with a billionaire who is only after her body. Their marriage doesn't work out after she learns that Mattheo, her contract husband, wants to divorce her after impregnated her. She almost gives up on the marriage, finding Mattheo's divorce papers when the doctor says she won't live long due to a chronic illness she had suffered for 10 years. It was compounded by Sinclair's family that doesn't accept her pregnancy. So, what is the fate of their marriage? With Belle Kensington diagnosed with only 3 months to live before she dies, is revenge the way to fight for her love? Then, how about their secret baby?

Synopsis “I loved you with everything I had. I broke down my walls, accepted you completely into my life and heart thinking you were real!” “You showed me utmost care and I forgot myself completely, I forgot how to exist without you, thinking you were f*cking real! But you are so quick to throw me out as soon as your ex arrives? Ethan!” I screamed, my chest constricted with pain, holding the papers in my hand. “100 million dollars Selene, sign the papers.” He muttered, his voice light as if I meant nothing to him after all these years. My eyes welled up with tears as I looked at the papers again. The word divorce written boldly on it, crushing my heart into several pieces. “Ethan?” I muttered once again, my tone vulnerable. “150 million..” He added. My leg wobbled.

Alison Chen needs a visa. Eric Hastings needs a wife. So they sign a contract marriage with one rule that matters. Fall in love and pay two billion dollars. By day, Alison is Eric’s secretary. Quiet. Efficient. Invisible. By night, she’s his wife, sleeping in a separate room. Until her childhood friend comes back into her life and offers her everything this marriage doesn’t… real love, freedom, no contracts, no penalties. A way out. That’s when Eric changes. He gets jealous. He watches too closely. He hates the idea of her choosing someone else. Alison tells herself she already has an escape. But the problem isn’t the visa. Or the money. Or the contract. It’s the one who begins breaking the rules first. Two men. One choice. A fake marriage that’s starting to feel dangerously real. And a love that might cost two billion dollars.

My wife, Rosalind Judd, has been tearing up our marriage certificate 99 times in the past ten years of our marriage. This is her usual tactic to make me apologize and make amends. The first time, I transfer 100 thousand dollars for Rosalind to come back from her travel abroad with her childhood friend, Jackson Lane. The tenth time, she ruins the anniversary I have prepared meticulously and forces me to immediately help him get back to work. The 50th time, she humiliates me in front of my client during the day and forces me to sign over the transfer agreement to a villa at night, while she has a candlelit dinner with Jackson. ... Now, for the 100th time, she forces me to transfer my company shares. Staring at the love bites on Rosalind's collarbone, I suddenly chuckle. Then, I board the plane decisively. This time, I no longer want her.