Code Name Christmas Party

"My engagement party is tomorrow," Cecilia said calmly. "But I'm missing one thing." "What?" he asked. She smiled. "A fiancé." "My pleasure," he said, voice low and steady. "Miss Fiancée." *** The night before her engagement party, Cecilia is betrayed by her ex and her own cousin. But humiliation won't be her ending. In a bold move, she picks a devastatingly handsome stranger to play the role of her fiancé. What she doesn't know is--Liam Sinclair isn't someone you simply "choose." He's dangerous, powerful, and far from ordinary. By the time Cecilia realizes who he really is, it's already too late. Because Liam never lets go of what's his.

Weruche is an innocent, but also a tramp, a street girl from a poor family who attends a Billionaire's party with stolen invites, Now the Billionaire has decided he would stop at nothing to get her

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

The Browns and the Bradleys are multibillionaires. Although Bradleys were richer than the Browns, yet they both were well known and respected in the society. Ryan Bradley is the only son of the Bradleys whose marriage is fixed with the only child of the Brown's, Olivia Brown, when Olivia turns nineteen. But Olivia is not happy about the marriage because not only she thought that Ryan was very Arrogant, Adamant and rude to her but also that Olivia loved her imaginary prince Santa! She would have thought that it was a child’s imagination if her love for Santa, whom she imagined to be a handsome young prince from a faraway land, would have been one sided. But he may be or may not be ‘The Santa’ but was definitely the one who loved her too and sent her letters and gifts. Not only that, Olivia and her lover Santa has made a promise to each other that once Olivia turns eighteen, they would unite their mind and body in love making, the Christmas that would come next to her Birthday and they will live together happily ever after. Olivia has waited years for her eighteenth birthday and dreamt of losing her virginity to her only love her Santa! So when she comes to know about the unwanted arranged marriage, she runs away from home, but gets caught and then forced to marry Ryan. Soon the Christmas after her eighteenth birthday comes and she as per her previous promise goes to the designated place to unite with her lover, her Santa, ignoring her feelings for Ryan. But to her surprise she ultimately couldn’t accept to lose her virginity to Santa......... But will she be able to have her happily ever after with her dominant husband??

I was five months pregnant when my husband, James Fletcher, allowed his mistress to invade our lives—on the very night of our wedding anniversary. But she didn’t just come to flaunt her presence. She came to take my life. Pregnant and vulnerable, I confronted her, desperately clinging to my dignity. But the fight ended with me tumbling down the staircase, my swollen belly crashing against the cold, hard ground. Blood seeped across the floor, vivid and unrelenting. James only arrived after hearing about his precious mistress’ ordeal. He stood there, staring at the pool of blood, at my broken body. But instead of helping me, he rushed to her side. She had nothing but a few superficial scratches, yet he swept her off to the hospital like she was the one dying. By the time he returned, my child was gone. The doctors barely managed to save me. And what did James do? He struck me in front of everyone, his words sharper than the sting of his hand. "Lisa only wanted to bring you a Christmas gift, and you attacked her out of nowhere! You shameless witch!" “She didn’t force her way in! What nonsense! I gave her the house key ages ago. You just can’t stand that she’s prettier and kinder than you!" “You didn’t just hurt her. You killed my child! You vile, despicable woman. Why couldn’t it have been you instead?” Lisa stood beside him, pretending to comfort him while flashing me a smug, victorious smirk. James’s vicious tirade didn’t stop there. He dragged my name onto the internet, painting me as a monster.

Betrayed by her family, and nearly killed on Christmas Eve, Kessa Winslow survived a mysterious fall that almost took her life but she woke up with one burning desire, vengeance. But a blind date gone wrong landed her in the arms of the Alpha Ronan Asa Huxley, the ruthless, scarred Alpha King who sworn she was the one who shattered his world. Now, she was locked inside his pack house, and tangled in a fierce, magnetic pull neither of them could break. Kessa must face the truth buried in both their past, find the person that wanted her death, the woman that destroyed the life of the Alpha before desire becomes her undoing, and the real enemy strikes again.

Since young, Amanda was thought by her father how to write, read and decipher the code of the ancient alphabet of Greece called "Mycenaean." Because of it, a mad professor commands his people to kidnapped her together with her friends and force her to read and decipher the words written in the sun-dried clay tablet. The mad professor brought them to the Mountain of Biringan where the said hidden treasures were located and only a person who can read and has knowledge on how to decipher the ancient language can locate the treasures. But they never thought that they will be entered into a parallel world where dangerous and hungry creations reside. With the help of Captain Alex Cortez, will Amanda and her friends can come back to the real world or they will also become prey for the hungry creations inside that world?

In the world of high-stakes tech, Theodore Zayne Vidalle Montenegro is a god. He is cold, calculated, and lives by a strict code of honor. He doesn't do distractions, and he certainly doesn't do love. Coleen Alexandra Enriquez is the only one who can handle his moods. As his secretary, she knows his coffee preference, his darkest secrets, and the exact way his jaw tightens when he's angry. She's been the silent shadow behind his success for years. But when a corporate scandal threatens the Montenegro legacy, Theodore proposes a deal that isn't in her job description: A temporary marriage to save the family name. In this game of power, honor is everything. But when the lines between professional and personal blur, will Coleen survive the fire of being Mrs. Montenegro?

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.

After she was humiliated and disgraced by some of her friends at a party junior year high school, when they publicly announced how unattractive and dorky she was, Annie returns to school for senior year, with the intention of changing everyone's mindset and proving them wrong