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"“Funny, charming, and utterly captivating! I devoured this sparkling read.” - New York Times bestselling author Annika Martin The man I hate might be the first one to pluck my petals… Confession: I, Dandelion “Dani” Wright, am twenty-six years old and have yet to be deflowered. No man has hosed my hyacinth. Fondled my freesia. Diddled my daffodil. You get the point. My excuse? I was too busy running my family’s flower shop and winning floral design competitions. Suddenly that whole pesky virginity thing becomes a big deal when Jacob West walks back into my life. The boy I once loved. The same boy who humiliated me when he stood me up for prom. This Jacob is no boy, though: he’s all man now—confident, charming, and so sexy my metaphorical blossoms are getting scorched. I can almost forget I’m supposed to hate him forever. Almost. To make things worse, he’s my main competition now, since he took over his parents’ flower shop. If I give into this sizzling attraction between us, it could jeopardize everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve. But if I’m not careful, he might not just be the first man to pluck my petals—he might also be the only man to capture my heart."

Alex dropped his head into his hands. Amelia wanted to comfort him, but she didn’t know yet where they stood. She could be out on her butt in a few minutes.Alex sighed. “I’m sorry that she’s done this to you. It was your story to tell me when you were ready.”“Alex?”“Yeah?”“Are we okay? Do you need me to leave?”He strode to her and fell to his knees. He put his hands on her arms. “There is no need for you to leave. We are more than okay.”***Amelia is an independent white hat hacker who meets and beds a man at a tech conference. Fast forward several months and she finds out she’s pregnant. She finds him just to tell him he’s going to be a father. She finds out he’s Alex Hillen, the billionaire owner of a gaming company. He decides it’s his job to take care of this woman who has never been taken care of.What could go wrong? Hacker for the Billionaire Tech Daddy is created by Chris Redding, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The aloof CEO and his childhood sweetheart bring the tragic novel's female lead to an orphanage to adopt a child. All the children pounce on the childhood sweetheart, saying, "Mommy, pick me! Pick me!" The viewers' comments come flooding in. "She can't birth her own child, and now even the orphans don't want her. The tragic female lead is truly pitiful, humiliated by both her husband and his childhood sweetheart!" "The childhood sweetheart keeps winning—spoiled by the CEO, and the orphans scramble to call her 'Mom.' The female lead is nothing but a piece of decor." "It's not tragic enough! Make her even more miserable! It's even better if she cries on the spot so that later, when the CEO recalls this scene, he'll have to work double time to win his wife back!" I glare at the comments, feeling so mad that my short legs push me forward, landing me right in front of the ignored female lead. I tug at her sleeve. "Missy, can you make stew?" The female lead freezes up. "I… I can." My eyes light up with joy. "That's it then! That's exactly what I love. I'll go with you!"

My fiancé's true love was diagnosed with an incurable disease. Her last request? "I want your bridal gown, your wedding, your fiancé, and you to be our wedding witness." She donned the gown I had made for myself, wore the jewelry I had chosen for my special day, and took my fiancé's arm. She stole my marriage. I thought I would endure it—for the sake of a dying woman. But that wasn't enough for her. Soon, she attended an auction to buy the only thing I had left from my late mother. I watched as she and my ex drove the price of Mom's white nephrite bracelet up to a staggering 27,000,000 dollars. The people I had called family had drained me dry. I was at my wit's end. I couldn't afford to keep the bracelet any longer. I was about to lose my mother's keepsake—until a calm, cool voice echoed above the din. "40,000,000." The crowd fell silent. The mysterious scion of the Kenway family had spoken. And he added, "A gift for me to the ever-elegant Miss Taylor Jones." I thanked him. "I'll repay you for this, Mr. Kenway. Slowly, but surely!" He frowned. "Hold on. Don't you remember me, Taylor?" "Huh?!"

After my boyfriend, Jonathan Jenson, gets laid off from his work, I let him stay at my home out of the kindness of my heart. But he thinks he's the actual owner of my home now. Not only does he spend my money, but he also moves his family into my residence. The entire Jenson family spends my money nilly-willy, and yet they have the nerve to demand that I scrimp up every penny when it comes to my own needs and wants. Jonathan's mother even has the gall to slap me on the spot just because I bought myself a milkshake. "This is my son's money! What makes you think you have the right to spend it all?" I retaliate by freezing their bank cards and throwing their luggage out of my home. "What's with the ego, huh? You're leeching off me, yet you have the guts to trample all over me like that? In that case, get the hell out of my sight!"

"Are you disgusted now?" She asked with a dark smile, "After seeing my real face, do you still want to be with me? A woman seeking her own family's downfall," "I am not disgusted nor am I going to leave you," He answered grabbing both her arms and pulling her toward him until their lips almost touched, then he whispered, "In fact... There's no way that I'm letting you go now, my devious hacker," Nadia's life is a carefully woven web of secrets and revenge. By day, she's the impeccable assistant with unparalleled skills, while by night, she's a single mother and an astute hacker, plotting the ultimate revenge against her own family. Everything was on track until her enigmatic boss, desperate to escape an arranged marriage, stumbles upon her hidden life. Their unlikely alliance turns her world upside down, forcing her to reveal her true self to save her intricate plan. As they navigate a treacherous path together, a volatile mix of attraction and deception unfolds, threatening to either destroy her or grant her the vindication she's long sought.

What happens when a marriage of convenience turns sour? When Anna realises that being married to Liam isn't what she had imagined, she files for a divorce. Liam doesn't plan on divorcing his wife any time soon. What will happen when things get heated? *** Anna Jones had done all she could to marry her crush, Liam Parker, including donating a piece of her liver to his ailing mother. Three years down the line, things did not go according to her expectations, and the marriage resembled nothing close to the bed of roses she imagined. She swallows the bitter pill and decides to end her marriage.  Liam Parker, a 30-year-old billionaire brought up in a loveless family, had vowed never to marry–until his mother needed a liver transplant. Anna was the only match, and he needed to save his mother. Her condition? Marriage. Three years down the line, he didn't hate his wife as much as he did in the past and had warmed up to his married life.  When Anna suddenly asks for a divorce, his world crumbles, and he is determined to keep his marriage intact.  But when his grandmother's nasty interference and dirty secrets get exposed, will Liam be able to turn his marriage around? Will Anna change her mind, or is this marriage really over? Is love enough to hold it together? Read to find out.

When a fire destroys young Valiant's family home she finds herself hurled in a life that is attempting to destroy her. "Malcolm, please. I'm tired. It's been years and I haven't told anyone. I just want to be left alone." I pleaded with him for mercy hoping he'd been satisfied with the devilment he'd kept up for years. He grabbed my butt and hissed, "Bịtch, you don't get to say when you're tired. As long as I have access to you, you'll open up and let me fûck you. Now, where's the money I gave from the last time? Did you spend it? Do you need more? I'll stop by tonight. Since you weren't here last night....wait did you fûck him? You let him touch what is mine." My eyes widened in terror knowing that my revealing the truth to him would cause me more pain. I cry uncontrollably for minutes until I hear Roman's voice shouting! "I'm going to kill that motherfūcker!" But there appeared with Roman Driggs, his best friend and battle buddy Reece Shields, sexy, confident and dangerous. Charged with keeping an eye out for Valiant, Reece begins to fall in love with his friend's girlfriend... **** "Damnit woman! I love you! It kills me everyday that I'm not the one! He doesn't deserve you and in spite of what you think about yourself, you're the perfect girl for me. I've never wanted or needed something so bad." He had tears streaming down his face. **** "Reece, I love you and am in love with you. Please help me." "I think I'm pregnant." There's a trail of betrayal, lust and schemes that tear apart the world of two military friends and complicates the love of the remaining couple.

Ashish Vandross was dubbed the F*ck Boy and Great Playboy in the Desire Island, all the women were able to fantasize about him, because of his inherent Intelligence, elegance, strong s*x appeal, shed panty and one of the rich in Desire Island. So call him Ashish Vandross is Ashish The FP or F*cker ft Playboy. One night of mistakes ended with Ashish being a f*ck boy. From that night Ashish could not move another woman again his c*ck did not live and when he remembered the woman between them it lived voluntarily and because his body was always looking for the warmth of the woman, he did not know. A woman goes crazy and at the same time transforms into an Ashish at the same time as he discovers the woman's persona the secret will be revealed that will destroy their formed relationship, and cause him to hate the woman. "I'm Obsessed to her, Obsessed to her Scent, Obsessed to her Sinful Lips, Obsessed to her presence, Obsessed to own her, Fuck her, She's my Obsession. " -Ashish Abishek Vandross

Le PDG milliardaire Killian Blackwood recherchait les gènes parfaits. Il offrait une récompense colossale pour une mère porteuse. Dix milliards d'euros pour un bébé. Mais les soixante-dix-sept femmes avant moi avaient toutes disparu. Noyée sous les dettes, je n'avais pas le choix. J'ai serré les dents et suis devenue la soixante-dix-huitième. J'ai porté son enfant pendant des mois. J'ai accouché. Et je n'ai pas disparu. Mais au moment où je tendais les bras vers mon bébé, prête à recevoir mes dix milliards, j'ai éclaté en sanglots de terreur. Mon bébé n'était pas humain. C'état une portée de trois louveteaux.