Boxall's 1001  Books You Must Read Before You Die

Annie fell in love at twelve years old with Alexander. It was a chance encounter that led to her living a half fulfilled life. Now at 24, Annie's life is so boring and dull. She needs something to hold onto, and therefore she holds onto her memory with Alexander. That one night that seemed to change everything. Alexander lives a very different life. His life is full of what one might call adventure, loss, and drama. When a chance encounter brings them back together, will Annie find out she was in love with the idea of Alexander, or learn to love the real him.

The worst mistake he made was leaving in the first place and the second mistake he made was distrusting her. Maybe he didn't deserve her, maybe he did but all he wants in this life and the next is Amber by his side. With his imperfections and her perfections. 'I need you to stop kissing me.'

Chance takes another drink of beer and points his finger at Alex. "I bet you can't." Alex doesn't understand why they think it is such a big deal. He can go without s*x if he wanted to. He just doesn't want to. What is so wrong with that? They should be thankful. It keeps him entertained and relaxed. Alex points his finger back at him. "I bet I can." Will Alex find it as easy as he thinks it will be to win the bet? Or will he run into some obstacles along the way? One of which is a tan muscular man who is willing to help Alex with whatever Alex needs, but is the man's help to win the bet or to win Alex?

After confirming I was pregnant, I suddenly heard my husband’s inner voice. “This idiot is still gloating over her pregnancy. She doesn’t even know we switched out her IVF embryo. She’s nothing more than a surrogate for Elle. If Elle weren’t worried about how childbirth might endanger her life, I would’ve kicked this worthless woman out already. Just looking at her makes me sick. “Once she delivers the baby, I’ll make sure she never gets up from the operating table. Then I’ll finally marry Elle, my one true love.” My entire body went rigid. I clenched the IVF test report in my hands and looked straight at my husband. He gazed back at me with gentle eyes. “I’ll take care of you and the baby for the next few months, honey.” However, right then, his inner voice struck again. “I’ll lock that woman in a cage like a dog. I’d like to see her escape!” Shock and heartbreak crashed over me all at once because the Elle he spoke of was none other than my sister.

Ever wonder how one of the best days of your life turns into a lifelong nightmare? Two people, two different worlds yet bound by the same emotion, "HATE." Marriage is supposed to be an eternal bond filled with love and happiness. This was far from the truth for Asmaira and Amaan. Two broken souls entangle in the game of destiny, which ends their dream of everlasting love. For one, it was a journey of redemption, and for another, it was to seek vengeance. Amaan was forced to marry Asmaira, who knew how much he hated her, yet, she agreed to the marriage, knowing well the thorny path coming her way. What is the past that connects both Asmara and Amaan, and why do they hate each other so much without meeting each other? "Please......." was the only word she could say while trying to get out of his grip. "Please let me go," she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands. "Why are you scared, baby? I know I was wrong to not accept you as my wife, but now I want to correct my mistake. Let's start once again our marriage. How about I gift you something to celebrate?" He said near her ear, emphasizing the word 'gift.' Sensing her fright, he grabs her waist while using the other to stroke her cheek, "how about giving you a baby tonight?" Asmaira gaped. "I know it is your first time, and.." he trailed, hitching Asmaira's breath, "I would make sure you would never forget it."

My husband sends me a photo of our obedient daughter holding a plate of food. He writes, "Thanks to my patient guidance, our sweetheart has finally made her first dish! We're waiting for you to come home and taste it!" The exhaustion I feel from work is swept away when I see that. No one expects that I'll reach home half an hour later and kill him.

Layla Xander was gravely ill, with little time left. From that day forward, she had a revelation—when confronted with life and death, nothing else mattered. Selfish, leeching family members? She cut them off. A fiancé who proposed one day and cozied up to her 'good sister' the next? Out of her life. With nothing holding her back, she was finally free. Rumors about her slowly began to spread through her social circle. “Miss Xander has landed herself a wealthy benefactor.” “Miss Xander was seen vacationing with a young heartthrob.” “Miss Xander’s fortune has skyrocketed. She’s throwing around millions like it’s nothing.” Later, when the truth came to light, those who had abandoned her were left in tears, begging for forgiveness. Her leeching parents wept, “You’ll always be our sweet daughter. Come back home, won’t you?” Her scumbag ex-fiancé pleaded, “You’re the only one I’ve ever loved. Please, give me another chance.” But it was too late! A man stepped in, blocking everyone from getting near her. His face was cold and menacing as he growled, “Anyone who dares disturb Miss Xander again will leave here with broken legs.” And then, later still, that same man—once so untouchable and feared—knelt on one knee before her. His voice was deep and unwavering. “Whether in life or death, you’ll always be mine.” … William Lucas never claimed to be a good man. As the head of an elite and powerful family, his path had been paved with blood, and his decisiveness struck fear into anyone who dared cross him. No one could have guessed that this untouchable figure, feared by all, had been hiding away a tender place in his heart—for a girl. A secret he had carried for eight long years. Every ounce of gentleness he had was reserved solely for her.

Neil Sandoval was a young billionaire in New York who started from the very bottom to be the President in Sydney's company. Everyone adored him for aside from being physically attractive, he was also an epitome of humbleness and kindness. Sydney Klein was a businesswoman who actually wanted to live freely without her mother's commands and judgements. All of her life, she had been doing good. But her love was being tested when Neil suddenly forgot their marriage. Forgotten. Chased. Remembered.

Just as the Silverwolf Pack was about to fall into ruin, Blaise Larkin approached me and asked me to be his mate. I'd had a crush on Blaise for as long as I could remember. Now that my wildest dreams were about to come true, I was happy to form a mate bond with him. As I was the sole daughter of the Eastern Pack's Alpha, I was able to provide him with a mountain of resources by becoming Blaise's mate. One month after our bonding ceremony, I was expecting a pup. I was ecstatic, but before I could share the news with Blaise, I overheard something soul-shattering. "I wonder who fathered the pup of our pregnant Luna." "She probably got involved with some filthy Rogue. There's no way Alpha Blaise will let her give birth to that mutt, right?" If it weren't for those werewolves, I wouldn't know that Blaise was pretending we never mated. When I demanded answers in a deranged manner, he threw me into the underground prison and forced me to atone for the death of his first love. "If you didn't insist on becoming my mate, Susie wouldn't have left the pack—she also wouldn't have gotten slaughtered by Rogues!" Eight months later, I lost my pup in the cell I was imprisoned in and died, soaking in my own blood. When I opened my eyes once again, I found myself back on the day Blaise asked me to be his mate.

After getting the betrayal from 6 years of loyal relationship, Jenny Gomez, 25 decided to seduce her boss to take revenge. She was bold and stubborn, even got successful leading her boss to the . But suddenly, a strange yet stunning man showed up in her house and claimed to be the person whom she had spent the night with. Who knew, fate always likes to joke around with her. He was the man of his words. He was cold as ice and had a strong physics. To add some salt in her injury, he smiled cruelly and asked, "Jenny, how's the feeling last night?"