Carrie Fisher Writing

Carrie Dalton had to marry her boss, Shane Blackwood, the CEO of Blackwood Marketing Incorporated as insisted by his mother; the family matriarch, Eleanor Blackwood. Not knowing she was going to be a pawn in a dangerous corporate war…caught between family loyalties and a love she had to fight for. Yet, despite his hostility, Carrie fell for the man who refused to see her worth. For several months, she endured his indifference until a storm made him realize how much he actually loved her. But a cruel scheme shattered everything a few months later. She was framed…and cast her out. Brokenhearted, Carrie disappeared; pregnant and alone.

On a trip to Chicily, my wife, Rosa Stone, and her first love, Jack Cud, insisted on feeding wild, starving wolves. I simply reminded them, "You might attract more hungry wolves." They turned on me, calling me a heartless monster. In the end, I was right. A pack of wolves really did show up. They circled the car, watching us hungrily. Jack was bitten by one. To my surprise, Rosa kicked me out of the car, yelling, "Jack is hurt! He needs to be taken to the hospital! Distract the wolves, I'll come back for you!" I watched them drive away, leaving me behind, surrounded by hungry wolves closing in from all sides. My heart sank. But, Rosa forgot one thing—I was a great Wolvesmith.

I've had a crush on my fiancée for years, and we're finally about to get married. Yet I'm willing to jump off a building just to avoid marrying her—all because I've been reborn. In my past life, she and I were married for over two decades. We were the perfect couple in everyone's eyes. However, the fairy tale came to an abrupt end on our 25th wedding anniversary. She took her own life, and she did it with her true love. As I kneeled before her grave, I asked, "Did you regret marrying me?" I knew I wouldn't hear her response, so I answered myself. "I regret marrying you." When I open my eyes again, I find myself back to before the wedding happens. I decide to run away. This time, I want us to become nothing but estranged acquaintances. To my surprise, she comes to me, looking like she's terminally ill. She says, "I've never regretted marrying you. Whether in this lifetime or the past, you're the only one I've ever wanted to marry."

In the third year of our marriage, my husband's first love got a divorce. He gave her the forty-five thousand dollars we had saved for a house because she was left with nothing and struggling to make ends meet. I urged him to ask for the money back, but he pointed at my face and angrily shouted, "You used to be so gentle and virtuous—what happened? Why are you so selfish, so shallow now?" "Is forty-five thousand dollars really worth you making a fuss over?" "Chloe is starting over with nothing, raising a child on her own. Don't you feel any sympathy for her?" Fine. He was noble, he was merciful. I did not argue further, because the one who needed money for cancer treatment was him, not me.

My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital. But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead. In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst. Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby. My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again. That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.

Ivy Sharp's life takes a drastic turn when her billionaire husband, Rowan Douglas, demands a divorce to reunite with his first love, Bella. Devastated, Ivy moves abroad, building a successful fashion empire while raising their secret son, Noah. Seven years later, fate pulls them back together when Rowan unknowingly encounters his son. Overcome with regret, he sets out to win back the love he lost, but Ivy, now fierce, independent, and guarded, resists. Their past may haunt them, but a dangerous conspiracy involving their investments threatens their present. As Rowan fights for redemption, Ivy’s heart remains torn. To complicate matters, Gabe, a man with lingering feelings for Ivy, enters her life, though a shocking twist reveals their deeper connection. Amid betrayals, revelations, and a rekindled romance, Ivy faces an unexpected pregnancy, forcing her to make a choice between her past love and a future that could be destroyed by secrets. Can Ivy trust Rowan again, or will the ghosts of their pasts shatter their hopes forever?

Mr James Thompson followed me. Look at me. I shouldn't like it, but I do. I was desperate to get the job done and tried to ignore his sultry gaze. I've never had an opportunity like this before - working for someone so talented and powerful. James is unlike any boss I've ever had. He can't. Domineering, ruthless. But he also has a protective side. He only showed me a part of him. But working together late at night pushes every boundary. I tried to keep things professional, but James made it very clear. He wants me. Not his secretary, but a very different position.

The day Eve Jones came back to town, Zac Gibson did not come home all night. The next day, I saw a post on her social media, showing a photo of two hands tightly intertwined, along with Zac’s peaceful, childlike sleeping face. When he finally came home, he threw divorce papers at me and said, "You’ve been standing in Eve’s place this whole time. Now that she’s back, it’s time for you to move on." It did not matter anymore. I was not going to live much longer anyway. Whoever wanted the title of "Mrs. Gibson" could have it. Later, I died. But Zac cried at my grave, kneeling, promising he would never hold anyone else’s hand again.

In order to become the sole heiress of the Xander family, my younger sister schemed and manipulated, pushing me into depression and driving me to attempt suicide.Upon my rebirth, I vowed to seek revenge and would not tolerate injustice.It wasn't until one day when I met a girl who looked exactly like me that I discovered the truth: my sister was a fake heiress, and she harbored many hidden secrets...

Seven years ago, William hugged me under the moonlight and swore that we would never have children and love me for the rest of his life. Seven years later, I ran into him at the hospital. He was accompanying a young woman to do a maternity checkup. Both of them were beaming and happy. William's family questioned me why I couldn't get pregnant.I laughed bitterly and swallowed all my secrets alone. Who knew the bigger secret William hid...