Atlas Shrugged

My five years of marriage to Elliot Kline turned out to be a cruel joke. "For tomorrow's monthly report meeting, I'd like Yvette to present your branding plan," Elliot said, not looking up from his desk. I put down the files I was organizing, certain I had misheard. "What?" "Yvette just joined the company. She needs a chance to prove herself. Your plan is perfect for that." He lifted his head, his tone brooking no argument. "But that's my entry for the Veriania Creative Competition," I protested. "You win awards every year. What's the harm in letting her have it this time?" He shrugged, adding, "We need to nurture new talent." I stared at the man with whom I had shared a bed for five years. His face suddenly felt so unfamiliar to me. "Do you know how many sleepless nights I poured into that plan? And you're giving it to a new intern?" "Don't be so petty. It's just a plan. My decision is made." My fists clenched, anger surging through me.

Natalie used to hate stuffed animals. Now she's head-over-heels for a cotton doll. She called it "honey" and told our daughter, Yara, it was her real dad. Cool. Guess that made me the family ghost. At Yara's parent-teacher conference, I finally snapped and handed Natalie the divorce papers. Cue the gasps. Suddenly, I'm the villain. She slapped me—full drama mode. "It's just a doll! Why are you being so extra?" Yara hugged it like it was about to save the world, giving me the death stare. I shrugged, smirking. "You're the one who said it's your dream husband and Yara's one and only dad. So, like... why am I still here?"

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

“Paige Miller. Stay here for a bit.” He said when my foot was already out the door. I swallowed hard and looked at Darla who just shrugged and closed the door. I was alone with the hot Callan Montgomery Holden. “So, Paige. I thought you were a bartender.” “And I thought you were just a rich asshole kissing girls all day. Never would've peg you for a CEO, boss.” “Hmm. You're funny. I like you.” “Please don't.” I said and he chuckled again. He bit his lower lip, and I could feel myself wanting to hump him right there on his swiveling chair. “You're thinking the same thing I am, right?” “That I should report you to HR for sexual harassment?” “Ha! Good one. But no. I know you want me too. Right here right now. I can feel you getting hot and wet.” “From the way you kissed me, last night? Sorry, but no. Besides, I'm married.” I lied. I realized I was being stupid and reckless when I remembered it was very specific in the job listing that I had to be single with no kids. “Okay, look. I'm not married, but I'm not interested either. I can't afford to be your next plaything. I need this job to save enough money to start my own small business and not work for anyone ever again. So, please. I know you're probably a great guy, but I'm just not interested. So, if there's nothing else you need professionally, good day, Mr. Holden.” “Sure. But they always say that at first. You'll come around.” If I didn’t have a daughter to think of, I'd have made you come in my mouth already you rich spoiled brat!" I wanted to say, but of course absolutely couldn't.

Zara wanted a new beginning. A place to forget the betrayal, the lies, the grief. The mate who broke her, and the best friend who ruined her. But Blackwood Academy isn’t salvation, it’s a nightmare and it’s definitely not what she expected… The moment she steps through those gates, every Alpha notices her. Their hungry eyes follow her. Their possessive stares burn into her skin. But it’s him, Atlas Black, the one they call the top boy, the untouchable Alpha who makes her blood run cold. He claims to hate her….So why do his eyes darken every time she’s near? Why does her wolf ache for the one who wants her gone?

Went to jail for a crime she didn't commit, Elena loses love, freedom, and fortune. Now released, she finds her cheating husband engaged to another. But fate throws a lifeline: a mysterious stranger with a shocking offer. He's Luke's wronged half-brother; Atlas Grant and he needs Elena's help to bring down their ruthless family. Can Elena trust this man who also have secrets he hides? Is revenge worth the risk, especially when the price tag is ten million dollars? And who is Atlas Grant?

His lips neared mine and for a moment, I thought we were going to kiss. My lips followed his but he stepped back. I swallowed as my eyes remained glued to his face, I was scared of my gaze dropping lower. But I took bold steps forward to close the space between us. I could tell that he was surprised as he looked down at me. His fingers raised to my face and trailed my face slowly leaving a train of sweetness. He lifted my face up to his and sucked on my neck slowly. “What is it that you want Alana?” He asked me as he nibbled on my ears gently. Thrills moved down my spine and I could feel giddy and wanting already. I was already getting excited down there. “Tell me what you want.” His whisper came again. “I want you.” I whispered back weakly in a surrender. Alana is very shy and introverted but she has had her eyes set on the Most Popular Bad Boy, Atlas. Atlas is the boy every girl in Gold Valley City wants to have by all means but what happens when he notices and has his eye set a one good girl who is below his class? Will they build together an unbreakable bond amid societal and financial differences or will Alana’s submission be the begining to an unending rollercoaster of hurt and pain?

“What...who are you?” she asked in fear “I'm a vampire” he replied simply and she burst into laughter “vampire? Really?” she paused and studied him carefully “I believe in angels and demons, I believe in God and Satan but vampires?” she chuckled again before saying “vampires aren't real” He watched her for a long time, shrugged and said “okay” then he vanished Hadassah was a young graduate who still lived with her parents. She works as a detective, she is excellent at her job and loved by all her colleagues. She isn't afraid of getting her job done but recently, people are mysteriously disappearing and many people believe it has something to do with the old cemetery as they claimed they've been seeing a figure of a man standing at the window and dead bodies of people hanging on the rusty gates with mysterious marks on their necks. When Hadassah is appointed to find out the mystery behind the sudden disappearance, she has to decide if she would let her recent dreams, loss or a mysterious pale-looking, handsome stranger get in the way of her job. Aamon has an unexplainable love for the darkness, he frequents an abandoned old house in the cemetery. The house cast a spooky glow on the street it was and it was rumored to be haunted. It was known to host all kinds of wild creatures including a vampire... Every night, Aamon awakens from his coffin of a bed to stare out his window and no he's not just starting into space, he's watching her

These young girls are overwhelmed by complicated society, human relations, and accidents. What they faced are not only relationships but also the cruelty of the adult world. There are so many scumbags. Their boyfriends, husbands, and even their fathers may harm them. What should they do to survive? See how these young women will fight back. “I Am a Scorpio” Mark Yeager sent my private photos to his buddy. [Doesn't my girlfriend have a good figure?] The words were followed by two smug-looking emojis. His buddy replied: [I prefer women with flat chests.] I felt disgusted reading the message. Mark shrugged indifferently. "You are all women. Why are you afraid of her seeing your photo?" Yes, his buddy was a woman. I felt like an unreasonable and resentful woman. I had had enough. It was not something a Scorpio like me would do. This time, I did not want to put up with them anymore. “The Kiss of Karma” He blocked me with a fierce look and said, "So... Does what you said about being with me still hold up?" "Of course." I hugged Yorrance Sonic. "I really like you." I heard something falling to the ground with a bang as Yorrance waved to someone behind me. "Mom!" I turned around and saw my husband holding hands with a woman, whom Yorrance called "mom".

Atlas is a man who has the world at his fingertips. A man of power. He's above the law and could buy anything or anyone he wants. He sits on his throne, untouchable and invincible. But he is about to meet his downfall. What he thought was a brief night of passion would mark the beginning of the end of his reign. A woman whose name he never bothered to remember is coming for his throne. In the form of a cunning and gorgeous woman, Cassandra had a taste of power, and she would do everything to have it again. Even if it means getting her well manicured hands dirty and her Chanel heels bloody. As the Spectre family's eldest and only son, he inherited Spectre Enterprises as soon as his father died. Ever since then, no one could touch him. Until Cassandra came walking through the door of his board meeting, looking immaculate and holy in a red dress. She gave him a sly smile, reminding him of the passionate night they shared. And then, with a grin, she announced that she'd be taking the position in his company. And Cassandra will come for his throne next. A game of power and lust. What will it take for Cassandra to make Atlas kneel in front of her? Or will Atlas win over her soul and body?