Block B Taeil

— In the dazzling world of the uber-rich, Alessandra Knight, a billionaire with a heart as deep as her pockets, finds herself drawn to a place she'd never imagine visiting - the bidding bar. Across town, Mia Davis, a young woman forced to sell herself to save her ailing mother, prepares to step onto the auction block, her heart heavy with desperation. In a twist of fate, Alessandra outbids a room full of eager men for Mia. The question on everyone's lips: Why would a billionaire buy a girl from the slums? As their worlds collide and a bond forms, they must navigate the treacherous path of societal norms and their own burgeoning feelings. Is this a game of power, a quest for redemption, or the beginning of a love story that defies all odds? Dive into this tale of love, sacrifice, and the true value of the human heart. Uncover Alessandra's plan and the lengths she's willing to go to in this riveting story of unexpected love. —

On August 23, the Metropolitan Police entered a well-appointed flat at 36 Suffolk Street, in the heart of London. In the flat, they found an ensuite bathroom; in the bathtub, they found a padlocked bag, and in the bag, they found the body of Tina Davis Tina, a brilliant mathematician, worked in Cheltenham for GQHC, Britain's domestic eavesdropping agency. She lived in London on secondment to MI6, Britain's Secret Intelligence Service, and the block of flats where they found her body is an MI6 "safe house reportedly". Uninterested in potential national-security angles, the police immediately announced they were looking for clues to Tina's mysterious death in the details of her private life. But they didn't make much headway. A month after discovering her body, they still hadn't determined the cause of death, although they had admitted the case was "complex" and "unexplained." It seemed like a job for Quintus Noone Fortunately, he happened to be available.

Les larmes ne parviennent pas toujours à évacuer notre douleur, et Hélène l'apprend à ses dépens. À la suite de la disparition mystérieuse de son fiancé à quelques jours de leur mariage, la perte brutale de son bébé et sa rééducation après avoir reçu trois balles à l'abdomen, Hélène, ancienne avocate se donne pour objectifs d'oublier son passé et de se reconstruire dans les bras du beau et sulfureux Boris, jeune chirurgien chevronné d'Accra. Toutefois, elle se rendra très vite compte qu'il est difficile d'aimer quand on est sans cesse tiraillé par le poids de ses regrets, de ses hantises, de ses incertitudes mais surtout, de son passé.

It all began with a single post about canceling a food delivery order. Overnight, I became the internet's punching bag. Thousands of vicious messages flooded my inbox, filled with photoshopped memorials urging me to die. They doxxed my family, plastered my personal details across shady websites, and used AI to create obscene images of me, spreading them in vile chat groups. They spread lies about my income, claiming it came from illicit sources, and accused me of carrying diseases. I didn't call the police or block the messages. Instead, I read every hateful word before singling out the 100 worst offenders. Every day, I sent each one a luxurious meal: Boston lobster, Australian wagyu, the works. Each delivery came with a simple note: [Thank you for your hard work.]

In eight years together, my boyfriend—Shayne Raffield—blocked me eighty-eight times. This time? Because I missed his call. At my best friend's birthday party. Usually, I'd panic-order a gift, then stand outside his office, head down, ready to beg. But today? I blocked him first. The Chat Feed popped up, loud as ever: [Nooo, Ley-Bae, don't block Shay-Shay! He's just got abandonment issues. Comfort him!] [Shay's heart = shattered; Eyes = red. Ley, go! One pout and he's yours again!] Then Shayne called. Didn't say a word. Just breathed for ten seconds and hung up. The Chat Feed freaked out. [AHHHH SHAY LOVES LEY SO MUCH HE JUST SUCKS AT SAYING IT. THIS COWARD'S GONNA LOSE HIS GIRL.]

Ivan hanyalah penulis thriller biasa yang sedang mengalami kebuntuan ide (writer's block) parah. Namun, laptopnya tidak pernah berhenti bekerja. Setiap kali Ivan terbangun dari tidur yang tidak nyenyak, ia menemukan bab-bab baru di dokumennya. Bab-bab yang tidak pernah ia ingat telah ditulisnya. Bab-bab yang menceritakan kejahatan Agnia—tokoh fiksi wanita ciptaannya—dengan detail yang terlalu mengerikan untuk sekadar imajinasi. Awalnya, Ivan mengira ia gila. Atau mungkin ada penguntit yang membobol apartemennya. Namun, ketika mayat-mayat di dunia nyata mulai bermunculan persis sesuai urutan bab di laptopnya, Ivan sadar. Agnia bukan lagi sekadar tinta. Dia ingin keluar. Dan dia tidak suka akhir cerita yang Ivan rencanakan.

This book blends the mafia, werewolf, and contracted marriage troop to make a striking romantic and suspense-filled novel. Death or marriage! Tells the story of Janelle Ronan and her breathtaking, childhood crush, Truce King, a man who had always been rumoured to be anything but ordinary. Fate spins their romance into action when Truce's father is murdered and he’s forced to take over his father’s place as the next Mafia Godfather of the Inner Circle. The story takes a mysterious twist when Janelle and Ronan fall in love, but there’s a stumbling block, Truce’s true identity which is shockingly out of the norm and far from human. Janelle is faced with the task of revenge for the murder of the two men she had called father and loyalty and love for the mysterious Truce King. Compiled with the betrayal from trusted ones and a long bloody fight for survival. Would Janelle Ronan the stunning mafia bride, survive? There are only two outcomes for her in this novel. Victory or insanity, and in its wake, death.

Pour gagner l'argent et subvenir aux besoins de la petite vie qui grandissait en moi, j'ai accepté un emploi à temps partiel comme mannequin de maternité. Mais à mon arrivée, j'ai découvert avec horreur que j'étais piégée dans une cage de verre, exposée comme une simple marchandise. Dans la foule en contrebas, mon ex-compagnon, Damon, me dévisageait avec un regard rempli de mépris. « De qui est ce bâtard ? » « Comment peux-tu dire une chose pareille ? C'est ton enfant, Damon ! » Les yeux de Damon sont devenus rouges — signe annonciateur d'une frénésie de loup-garou. Il a brandi un test de paternité sous mon nez. Le document indiquait que le bébé que je portais n'était pas le sien. « Non, c'est impossible », ai-je bafouillé. « Il doit y avoir une erreur ! » Avant que Damon ne puisse répliquer, un homme à ses côtés est intervenu : « Alpha Damon, la vente aux enchères va bientôt commencer. Si vous avez quelque chose à dire, vous pourrez le faire après la vente. » Une vente aux enchères ? Kelly m'avait pourtant assuré qu'il s'agissait simplement d'une séance photo.

Michelle est une jeune fille comme toutes les autres; elle est belle et intelligente; elle ne recule devant rien pour préserver sa dignité. Tout bascule lorsqu'elle fait la rencontre d'un séduisant jeune homme, Mike qui la berce d'illusions; elle y croit, et elle se retrouve enceinte. Mike la rejette, il est marié; elle perd le bébé et devient stérile; s'ensuit donc une descente aux enfers... C'est le récit poignant d'une fille prisonnière et victime de ses choix, de ses rêves et ses aspirations consentis par amour, qu'elle va tenter par tous les moyens de combattre et de surmonter.

In the fifth year of being Mrs. Cloud, my brother-in-law passed away. My mother, stressed by the thought of my older sister spending her youth in widowhood, wanted her to have a child with the help of my husband. I refused outright, but my protests were useless. My mother brought people to block the door, and I was left to watch helplessly as my husband and my half-sister entered the bedroom together. "She's your sister. What's the harm in letting her have him?" I thought that my husband couldn't possibly do anything with my sister since she was family. I thought he would draw the line, out of decency, out of respect. However, as time passed, my heart grew cold. Only then did I realize that I was the only one who cared about this matter. While I clutched our daughter in my arms and cried in silent devastation, he was going at it with my sister.