But Nobody Came

I burst through the hospital doors; they barely let me into his room. Machines beeped in a rhythm that sounded like a countdown. I grabbed his frail hand. “No, Eli, stay with me; please stay with me.” The nurse stepped back to give me space. “His condition’s worsening. We need the rest of the money by tomorrow so that the surgery will be performed, or we’ll have to transfer him to a state facility, and you know what that means.” I nodded numbly. I promise to think of something. I said, sobbing uncontrollably and forcefully handling the doctor the money Ryker gave to me. I know it's not enough, but please help me start with this. I will make it up. The nurse returned the money, and nurse Kara pulled me outside. “What are you doing, Lucy”? Is this how you intend to save your brother? *** What would you do if you needed to save your brother from a sick bed? Lucy, a stripper, is on the verge of losing her brother because of hospital bills that she could not afford. Comes Ryker, a Ruthless Mafia Boss who is the best option for Lucy to save her brother because all she needs to do is give birth to his heirs, and he would settle her brother's hospital bills. After Lucy signs a contract marriage with Ryker, she discovers that Ryker has been keeping secrets of hers; he knows that Lucy is a wealthy heiress. Will she continue to carry Ryker's baby, or will she terminate the pregnancy?

After marrying my Alpha mate, I realized everything had been a sweet lie. I grew up in a werewolf orphanage, until three months ago, when my Alpha father suddenly found me and brought me home. At my welcome party, fate led me straight into the arms of my mate. I truly believed I was the luckiest girl in the world—until I found out I had a twin sister. She’s beautiful, adored, and dying. Turns out, everyone was kind to me just so I could have a child to save my twin sister’s life. Everyone loves her—not me. I was nothing more than her shadow. To protect my unborn baby from becoming a pawn, I ran. In my panic, I accidentally crossed into the territory of the most powerful pack. It was far too dangerous. Just as I was trying to escape, a stranger stepped out from the shadows and called me mate... My wolf instantly recognized him—he’s the Alpha of this pack. Fear and confusion flooded my heart. Moon Goddess, how could I possibly have two Alpha mates? They're nothing alike... One is cold and distant, the other is dominant and possessive, and now... I have to choose.

In a desperate bid to save her family from financial devastation and her mother's life-threatening illness, Emily Fields makes a Faustian pact with the enigmatic billionaire Richard Grey. He demands she sign a contract to become his wife and serve as his personal secretary, a proposition that leaves Emily with little choice but to comply. As she navigates the complexities of her new role and Richard's frosty demeanor, Emily finds herself drawn to his charming and handsome nephew, Alex Grey. Torn between duty and desire, Emily's life becomes a delicate balancing act. As her forbidden attraction to Alex intensifies, she must confront the risks of following her heart versus fulfilling her obligations. Will she risk everything for love, or will the contract bind her to a life of unfulfilled longing?

The king orders me to spend three days in a trial marriage with four beastmen separately and pick one to be my consort. The first beastman is a naga, which means double the fun down there. The second beastman is a werefox who has the fluffiest tail. The third beastman is a lycan. His kind is known for having the strongest core strength. The fourth beastman, on the other hand, is Julius Lockewood, a cervitaur I've liked since childhood. After I'm drugged, I reject the other three beastmen and search desperately for Julius while tremors rack my body. However, I end up overhearing his friend laugh and say, "Julius, you rascal. I can't believe you drugged the princess just to win a bet that she would keep herself pure for you. Aren't you worried that she'll go to someone else instead?" Julius snorts indifferently. "She's crazy in love with me. Cervitaurs prefer virgins. If she loses her virginity, she'll have no chance of marrying me. She wouldn't dare. I bet that even if she were driven mad with lust, she wouldn't touch anyone else." Heartbroken, I follow the king's orders and enter a trial marriage with each of the other three beastmen. When Julius comes to my house, he hears me beg, "Don't put your tail there…" It makes him so angry that he loses his mind. When the royal decree is issued, he gets on his knees and begs me to stay with him.

Her eyes flashed in his direction, a sudden alarm making the hair on her neck stand straight on end, "You can not hurt me. I'll kill you first." "I don't doubt it," he nodded. "But can I atleast have a taste?" “Look, I don't have enough blood to feed your wolf with. We could go on a hunt now if you want.” She sucked in her breath, "But expecting that you'll be feeding on my blood all the time? That is not going to happen." He sprang to his feet, standing in her way, "I didn't only mean I wanted a taste of your blood, Kris." "Don't call me that!" It felt too comfortable on his lips. "Alright, Kris," he drawled stubbornly, "I meant that I also want a taste of your lips. Because the next time I feed on your blood, and I'm going to, I won't want it to come from your wrist, I would want it to come from your neck– and possibly your lips." ** ** ** Two brothers; one an Alpha and the other a Rogue, must fight an age long prophecy which promises destruction to one and redemption to the other. But all this can only happen if one of them claims The Silver Wolf. But Earl Malory, Alpha of New Knight Pack has already laid his claims on the fiesty beautiful Lady Alpha, Laurel Kris without realizing she might be the trouble he’s been running from. But when his brother shows up to claim the Alpha’s new bride on their bonding night, all hell breaks loose. To defeat his rogue brother, Earl must either keep the Silver Wolf by his side or kill her to save his own life. But he might be willing to take chances, which opens him to new enemies.

As I walk out of the emergency room, a woman rushes over to me. "You're a doctor, right? My son scraped his knee. Hurry up and come treat him!" I am about to explain, but she glares at me and questions indignantly, "Isn't a doctor supposed to save people? You have time to slack off, but you have no time to treat my son's wound. Is that it?" She grabs my collar and drags me toward the ward. I try to explain, "Ma'am, I’m not—" But she doesn't listen at all and slaps me across the face. "Not what? Are you blind? Can't you see my son is bleeding? Instead of helping my son, you treat those poor nobodies! If you keep delaying my son's treatment, I won't let you off! "Get on your knees and apologize to him right now! Otherwise, I'll file a complaint and have your license revoked!" I endure the sharp pain and struggle to lift my head. In my five years of practicing medicine, this is the first time I have ever been complained about by a living person. "It's not that I won't treat him. I am a forensic pathologist..."

I've been married to billionaire CEO Christopher Hayes for two years, and only now does my ex, Benjamin Clarke, decide to propose. The rumble of engines echoes as a fleet of black trucks lines up neatly outside my private estate. The drivers unload box after box of gifts—luxury watches, fine jewelry, couture gowns, and even a grand piano. Standing proudly among the shower of rose petals, he announces, "Sienna, I told you—the only reason I had a child with my sister-in-law was because my older brother died in an accident, and she wanted to keep our family's bloodline alive. "The baby just turned a month old. I've fulfilled my promise to her, and now I've come to marry you!" I lounge in the heated pool, having just finished my postpartum recovery exercises, and I can't even be bothered to look at him. He knits his brows, and his tone turns patronizing. "I know you're upset, but you're the heiress of the Grant family; you have everything you could ever want! Why can't you show a little compassion for a widow who just lost her husband? "I know it was selfish of me to make you wait for two years, but I'm back now! Our wedding will be held in three days. I can tell you still care about me. If not, why would you greet me in such a revealing bikini?" His overconfidence makes me chuckle. "Guards, get him out of here! I'm trying to swim here." What a joke. I've just welcomed the heir of Hayes Group into the world, and Christopher has been insisting that I take our baby home to visit my parents. Yet, somehow, I end up running into this idiot.

I woke up in his bed after one confusing night, and suddenly I was married to Dylan Carter, the man I'd loved in silence for twelve years. The man who was supposed to marry my sister. Everyone thinks I'm a scheming gold-digger who trapped Riverside's most eligible bachelor. Even Dylan believes I drugged him and orchestrated everything. He looks at me with pure hatred, spending every night with my sister while I wait alone in our empty house. Then I discovered I'm pregnant. But before I could tell him, I overheard the truth: my "perfect" sister Sophie was the one who planned that night. She drugged Dylan, called the reporters, set the whole trap, she just walked into the wrong room. And my adoptive family? They only took me in because Sophie needed my bone marrow. Everything I believed was a lie. Now Sophie's faking suicide attempts to manipulate Dylan into divorcing me, and my so-called family has disowned me in front of everyone. I'm alone, pregnant, and everyone in Riverside thinks I'm the villain in this story. But I've decided something: I'm not giving up. Not my husband, not my baby, and definitely not my future. Sophie wants the life she thinks I stole? She'll have to go through me first.

My wife's first love kills me without a shred of mercy. But my wife, a world-class surgeon, doesn't try to save me. Instead, she comforts her first love. "He's so ruthless! How could he hurt you this badly?" She even tells the police that I've severely injured her first love, claiming she wants to press charges for attempted murder. Then she points at my body and demands that I get up and apologize to her first love. "Charles, stop pretending! You just want me to pity you, right? Get up and apologize to Steven!" she yells.

Five years after my death, my wife, Charlotte Blake, once again asks me to take the fall for Leo Cane, her first love, in his drunk driving case. She barges into my home with fabricated evidence but finds no trace of me anywhere. Left with no other choice, she knocks on my neighbor's door. My neighbor tells her something unexpected. "Shane Foster? He's been dead for a long time. I heard the victim's family from the case he was convicted for wasn't satisfied with the verdict. "They abducted him the day he got out of prison and tortured him for three days straight." Charlotte refuses to believe it. She furiously accuses me of making up any lie to escape responsibility. She storms at the neighbor, shouting, "You think I don't know Shane paid you to cover for him? "Tell him there's no use in hiding. If he doesn't contact me within three days, he won't get a single cent of child support for that bastard." But she doesn't know that the person Leo killed in that drunk driving accident is the very "bastard" she keeps referring to.