Bodys Hit The Floor Lyrics Novels & Stories

When I woke up today, I didn't expect my one happiness in life to hit me in the face. Literally. He hit me in the face. Amia's father ditched her mother when he found his mate, and growing up in an abusive household, Amia is used to watching her mother be on the losing side when it comes to love. She's sworn she'll never be like her. After a night that was supposed to be special with her boyfriend, the Alpha's son, she realizes she's in a position she never wanted to be in. And if that weren't enough, Amia's ex-best-friend, Levi, steps in to play the hero. He's a little too late, four years too late. When Levi starts saying things that make a little too much sense, Amia has to take a good look in the mirror. CONTENT WARNING: This book contains physical abuse, sexual abuse, emotional abuse, and alcohol abuse. Some chapters may be triggering for survivors.

Luther Devmon Cromwell, The CEO of Cromwell Enterprise. He's handsome, smart and above all rich. But behind his successful profile is a deadly persona, a Mafia boss. He entered the world of Mafia's to avenge his parent's death. Samantha Lee Vasque, an eighteen year old girl who was blessed with a look and a body of a goddess. But behind her perfect looks lies a quiet and mysterious personality. One rainy night, in the middle of their dangerous operation, Luther accidentally hit Samantha by a car which causes her to lose her memory. And because of one reason he decided to pretend to be the girl's lover. But as days go by, a cold and merciless mafia boss will fall in love with the girl. What if one day Luther discovers that the girl he loves is connected to his parent's death? Can he continue to hide his mafia identity while pretending to be the girl's lover? Or will he get exposed and lured upon the secrets of the girl he accidentally hit?

"Here are the leftovers for you, hurry up and finish them!" Marcel glanced at the plates filled with scattered rice, chicken bones with a little meat still attached, and vegetable soup with only the soup left. "Eat on the floor, as usual." Marcel looked down and looked at his wife, Shirley. "You have the nerve to tell me to finish your brothers' leftovers?" asked Marcel in a protesting tone, as he frowned reluctantly at the plates. The oppression Marcel experienced made him want to end his life by downing his parents' formula. However, instead of dying, he was transformed into a powerful being! Will his wife's family apologize?

Maxwell spent twenty-seven years being mocked, discarded, and humiliated by the family he once saved from bankruptcy. Then one night, bleeding on the floor of his stepbrother's wedding while guests filmed and laughed, a stranger delivers news that changes everything. His real name isn't Lexus. It's Sterling. Overnight, Maxwell inherits a ten-billion-dollar empire. New money. New power. A new name that makes the entire city bow its head. And every single person who ever looked down on him is about to find out exactly what that means. The man they called trash just became the most powerful person in the room.

My little sister, Maya, got into a car crash. I put her in a high-end recovery center. Her injuries were bad. Progress crawled. They kept extending her treatment, one phase at a time. Early this morning, the manager called. Said the card wouldn't cover the next phase. That's when it hit me—peak season at the company. I'd been slammed, barely breathing. I hadn't topped it up in forever. I told her I'd transfer the money. She shut it down. Said I had to show up and sign in person before they'd extend anything. So after work, I rushed over. Straight into rush hour traffic. Then she called again. "Ms. Keyne, your balance hit zero three minutes ago. We're terminating services. This is a premium facility—we don't do free care. The patient tied to your account has been removed per policy."

After discovering that my sworn enemy was an incubus, I threatened him. "Marty, as long as you let me touch your tail, I'll keep your secret." Marty was both ashamed and furious, but in the end, with his face burning red, he still shoved his tail into my hand. Biting his lip in reluctant humiliation, he said, "We agreed—only once a day. Not a single touch more." But later, the very man who had insisted on "only once a day" knelt on the floor, crying as he begged me to touch it again, just one more time.

The moment the acid hit my skin, I heard my own flesh sizzle. In the last moments before my consciousness faded, my trembling fingers managed to dial my brother, the new Don of the Steele family. To my relief, Farrow finally answered. The sounds of expensive jazz and clinking glasses bled through the receiver. His voice was cold as ice. "What is it this time, Grace?" "Farrow... help me..." He cut me off before I could finish. "Listen, Betty's book launch is tomorrow night. If you dare cause a scene or embarrass the Family, I'll disown you. I'll ship you off to a convent in Sicily." The line went dead. A moment later, a second splash of acid hit my face, and the searing agony consumed me. My eyes were gone, leaving nothing but hollow, bloody sockets. You don't need to exile me, Farrow. I'm already gone. Forever.

Ivy Jones is a 23-year-old student hit by the death of her mother. When dealing with the grief of her mother she uncovers family secrets she is brought into a new life where she helps a detective named Jack Marshall solve a case of an infamous child killer through her newfound paranormal link.

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.

I married a guy thirty-two years older than I am. Reason? Money. We got divorced, I got all his money and became the city's richest person. Just when my luck was starting to turn, I was hit with devastating news. My ex died. Drowned, they said. The cops think I'm the killer.