Big Little Lies Writer

Neil Jackson's true love steals highly radioactive materials, but I'm the one who's facing a jail sentence. I find the thief, but Lorraine Larsen refuses to own up to her crimes. Even my longtime boyfriend refuses to act as a witness for me. All he wants to do is send me to jail. It's too bad they don't know I'm a researcher at the nation's secret research center. They also have no idea that they've stolen highly radioactive materials—they can easily be killed by those.

Years ago, Bianca Russell was just a frightened girl, cornered by danger, when a mysterious boy, Marcello Rossi, stepped in and saved her. His price for rescuing her wasn’t money or gratitude—he claimed her as his own, binding her to a promise she could never forget. But when tragedy struck and her mother’s death forced her to flee the city, she left everything behind—including him. Now, she’s back, working her first shift at the elite Silver Stork club. But trouble finds her again when a powerful mafia boss sets his sights on her, unaware she already belongs to another. Just when she thinks she’s trapped, Marcello reappears—the boy who once saved her, now a man, dark, powerful, and determined to reclaim what’s his. Now owned by two dangerous mafia bosses, Bianca must decide: Will she surrender to the man who once owned her, or follow her heart and fight for her freedom?

I just have one job: protect her. That’s it. But Aubrey Campbell… she’s my obsession. She’s my best friend’s little sister, sweet, innocent, untouchable. Totally off-limits. And yet, every glance, every accidental brush of her skin, makes it impossible to stay away. I was sent to keep her safe from a dangerous, deranged stalker, but protecting her quickly turned into something far more addictive, for both of us. My obsession is controlling me, and soon, she’s over my knee, crying out for a control she shouldn’t want, calling me ‘daddy’ in ways that ignite a fire I can’t put out. Desire doesn’t follow the rules. Obsession doesn’t back down. And once Aubrey Campbell is mine, there’s no turning back.

I had 2 weeks left till graduation, then in a few days I'd turn 18, get my wolf and head to warrior training camp what more could a she-wolf want. My life was just about perfect with one very gorgeous exception, Alpha heir Remington. I'd known him my whole life, friends always he said, until he was to return from Alpha Academy, then he wanted me to be his girlfriend, well guess how that turned out. They say a second can change your life, what they don't tell you is that your entire world can explode in less than a minute. My near perfect life shattered just that quickly. Leaving me heartbroken. They don't tell you that your heart can do that, shatter more than once. If love is only an emotion, then how can you physically feel the pain inside your chest, it doesn't make sense, not really. It took a few days to overcome the shock, but I'm a warrior by birthright. I'm headstrong, determined, and have trained my entire life to follow in my father's footsteps. I'm not your normal she-wolf, no, Rochelle Jasper doesn't have aspirations of being a soft, sweet, manipulative she-wolf, I will be a warrior. Though finding your fated mate is rare, I won't be looking for that or a mate at all for that matter, not after what I've already been through. My journey will be tough, physically and emotionally draining but the final reward, will be amazing. Not many get to achieve their childhood dreams, one of mine is already gone but being a warrior that one I'll conquer.

I set fire to my painting in front of the entire academy. Thunderous applause erupts from the crowd as everyone thinks it's some kind of performance art. Unlike them, Willow Laurent is distraught. She rushes up and grabs my hand, questioning in a shrill voice, "Cassidy Seymour, have you gone mad? This is your only chance to prove yourself!" I shake her hand off me coldly. My only chance? No… What she means is that it's her chance. In my past life, I created this masterpiece with all my heart and soul. But she stole it from me and submitted it as her entry first. Whether it was the composition, the colors, or even my original dot-stippling technique… She replicated every detail flawlessly. Then, she won the National Young Artists Gold Award, signed with a top gallery, and became a rising star. And what about me? I was condemned as a shameless plagiarist. Insults and curses gradually drowned me. "You shouldn't be an artist!" "Plagiarists are scum! They should just die!" Her fans stormed into my studio, smashed my art supplies, and broke my right hand. As I saw no end to the hell that I was living in, I jumped down from the top floor of my studio. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the very day she first accuses me of plagiarism.

They say "behind every successful man is a woman", right? Well, in Maxwell Jay Gallagher's opinion, that's total bullshit! His company, M.J Tech, is the most successful tech company in the whole United Kingdom and there isn't even a single female staff member! For reasons best known by him, he hated women with a passion and he knew without any iota of doubt that he wasn't gay. But why was he developing such strange, bizarre feelings towards his new assistant whom he nicknamed 'little man'? Why the electric sparks and undeniable attraction? Unbeknownst to him, his 'little man' is actually Angelina McQueen, a gorgeous young woman under the disguise of a man who was hired as an undercover espionage agent by his rival in order to steal his company's business ideas... What will happen when he eventually discovers that the personal assistant that had always been not just behind him but in front of him, beside him and everywhere around him, was actually a woman?! And that too, an espionage agent!

An undercover agent, Dinah didn't expect her excitement for coming back to her country after so many years to be turned into dread and grief, but what else could she feel when she found her parents lying in a pool of their blood in their very own house, she was simply devastated? She would mourn them for the rest of her life, but she knew she would much rather avenge them. A perfect opportunity is served to her on a platter when she is sent on a mission by her superiors to investigate the fierce Jared and his gang, the very same people who murdered her parents. Of course there will be bloodshed, betrayal, lies and outbursts of courage, but what is Love looking for in a situation like that? Read Dinah to find out more!

To ransom my husband from the black market, I threw myself into relentless work, earning every penny I could. My son suffered alongside me, sharing in my exhaustion and deprivation. Years of malnutrition had left him vulnerable, and eventually, he was diagnosed with leukemia. I wept as I scraped together money from relatives and friends to pay for his chemotherapy. But on the way to the hospital, a sudden, unbearable pain wracked him. In his struggle, he accidentally bit off his own tongue and died in agony before we even reached the doors. I clutched my son's ashes and went straight to the black market, determined to use the borrowed money to bring my husband back. The moment I stepped in, I overheard a conversation between Joe Masseria and his men. "Boss, Sandra comes every month with her payments. She's suffered a lot just to ransom you," one said. At that moment, a widow—Joe's sister-in-law, long mourning her late husband—appeared beside him. "Joe," she said, her voice calm but cutting, "all these years, you've protected me from harm, even giving me the title of a mob boss's wife. But you've kept Sandra in the dark the whole time. Isn't that… terribly unfair to her?" Joe's eyes were cold, devoid of any pity for me. He scoffed. "Fairness is ruthless. She's had all this love from me. What's a little suffering compared to that? "But she's waited for me all these years. It's time I returned—before she loses her mind and comes after you. "If she's still sensible, I'll make sure her and her son's quality of life improves a bit." I understood everything in that instant. Holding my son's ashes to my chest, I wept until it felt as if my heart would shatter. Joe—your so-called fairness killed my son. And I am done waiting for you.

My mate rejected me in front of the entire pack, and that was the day I stopped believing the Moon Goddess gave a damn about me. Now my name’s been chosen for the Rite of Despair, a death sentence disguised as a tradition. I’m to be sent to the cursed Blackwood brothers, three Alphas said to be losing control of their wolves. No one who goes there ever comes back. “They said no sane wolf would touch us,” Liam warned, but when his eyes met mine, something changed. Ronan stared like he wanted to own me, Cade like he wanted to save me. I was meant to be their offering, not their mate. But when their curse reacts to me, there’s no turning back. They think I’ll break their curse. I think I’ll break them first. And if fate wants me to kneel, it better learn who it’s dealing with.

(Previously called His Own Undoing) "You really think I'm playing around?" He grounds out me through gritted teeth and he takes a step closer and I begin to move back. "I gave you a strict instruction and you disobeyed, you chose to rebel." There is about one zillion comeback running through my head, but my brain only focuses on the man whose green eyes has somehow turn into black because he's mad at me. "Do you know what happens to rebellious people?" I keep moving back until my back hit the wall and I hiss out in frustration. I swallow hard and try not to look at him, pissing him off would be a good thing when we aren't the only ones in the whole house. "Do you?!" He demands with a roar. "No, I don't. Tell me." I say, hiding the trembling of my voice as I look up at him. He takes a firm step close to stand intimately close to me, his height making me feel like a little child. "They get punished." And for the first time in the last five to six-minute, I see his green eyes instead of black ones looking into mine with lust and my brain go blank for a second and I have to shake it to restart it. Even I can't deny the intense feeling I have been having, I don't want to be in denial any more. I do want to be close to him and as much as it scares me, it draws me in to know more. "Then punish me." ***** The arrangement was, I get to meet her, propose to her, we get married as that would create a stronger bond between the two business associates, bringing us together as a family. Falling in love with her personal assistant was never part of the arrangement.