Daiya No A

When my mother went into kidney failure and needed a transplant, it was Pauline Maynard—on the brink of death herself—who gave my mom a second chance at life. Just before Pauline passed, she gripped my hand tightly and whispered her final words. "Summer, Ricky is my only son. He's rebellious… and fragile. Please, take care of him. Just three years, please?" I gave her my word. Then I moved into their home and gave Ricky everything he needed—love, comfort, a sense of safety. For three years, I stayed true to that promise. By the third year, Ricky had transformed. No longer the wayward boy he once was, he rose to become the Mafia Don Ricky Lenza. And I was carrying his child. As I busied myself with wedding plans, I overheard something I was never meant to hear—his voice, low and mocking, as he wrapped another woman in his arms. "Summer? She's just pretending to love me for the sake of my mother's inheritance and a stupid deal. A gold digger like her dreams of marrying me? What a joke." A sharp pain pierced my chest, like thorns stabbing deep beneath the skin. On the way to a prenatal checkup, we were hit in a crash. My baby didn't make it. And my mother, sitting in the passenger seat, shielded me with her life. When I woke up, I stared blankly at the date on my phone. Three days left. That would've marked the end of the three-year promise. I realized then—I'd paid my debt to Pauline in full. It was time for me to go.

This is the completed 1st book. Ellie is the top female warrior of her pack and a tomboy. She also happens to be the most beautiful she-wolf with golden blonde hair and emerald green eyes. When she has more than wolf fighting to claim her as his, will she listen to her heart, the mate bond, or her head? One thing is for sure. Ellie belongs to no one. Book 2 The Rogue's Winter Revenge is also a complete book and can be found on Good Novel!

The owner of a small company gives me an expensive bag as a gift because I want to invest in his company, yet his wife mistakes me for a homewrecker. She and her entourage crash my engagement party and trash the place. "All homewreckers need to go to hell!" "Shameless women will always be shameless. Strip her so everyone online can see what she looks like!" "Share the livestream and like it, everyone! We'll disfigure her once we hit 500 thousand likes!" Not only does my fiancé refuse to help, but he even announces that the engagement is off. "A homewrecker doesn't deserve to marry me!" I repeatedly warn them not to act rashly, but they ignore me. So, I give them each a swift punch to the gut before stepping on the perpetrator's face. Then, I call my secretary. "Tell Mr. Lane that I'm pulling out of the investment. Also, call the police and my lawyer. I've been robbed and insulted in public—I want the culprits to go to jail for this!" My fiancé regrets everything and asks me for a reconciliation, but I kick him aside. "Get lost! I'm not dumpster!"

Could my day get any worse? From getting harassed by a pervert on the bus this morning, to spilling food on customers and getting my pay docked, to catching my bestfriend screwing my girlfriend and then getting into an accident that dumped me in this goddamn place where we play deadly games just to survive. They call it The Erevos. Ten zones, impossible rules, and players who’ll kill to stay alive. Every second here is a fight, every choice could be your last. And the worst part? The bastard running this system is the same man who ordered the hit at the bar the one who sent men to beat me senseless. Now, the game isn’t just about surviving. It’s about finding my lifeline, earning a second chance, and making every single bastard who put me here pay. Do I have what it takes to survive this nightmare? Or will this be the place I finally die?

Successful and egoistic Isabella Blair , CEO of Lush enterprise had a one night stand resulting to a baby ,In a society where single mothers are seen as second class citizens , she is forced to hired a daddy for her a baby under a guise as a chef .

How far can you go resisting the attraction you have for your roommate? Especially when he is hot as hell, And you are the conservative girl from a different culture, which he finds amusing as hell every single day. Ridhi D'Souza, a 22 year old Indian girl decides to move to Arlington, Texas to do her Masters. A girl whose only dream was to live in US, hoping that life abroad would be just like how she had seen in the Netflix series and movies. How wrong could she be? Ray Anderson is every girl's worst nightmare. Being sinfully hot and brutally mean are his speciality. But what is he hiding behind his tough exterior? What would happen if these two totally different people have no choice but to live together? Would she even last a day being his roommate? Read more to find out how exciting, thrilling and difficult life becomes for Ridhi, a girl who has no idea what the future holds for her in this strange city.

I need to drive to and from work due to a change in my job scope. However, my father-in-law hoards my car and refuses to return it. My husband stands up for him. "How can you be so materialistic? So what if you have to take an electric scooter to work?" So, I sell the car. My husband points at me and snaps, "What right do you have to sell Dad's car?" I look at him calmly. "I've sold the one you drive too."

By accident, I stumbled upon my husband's secret. There were cameras covering every corner of our house, but I stayed silent and pretended not to know about them. One day, I faked leaving home and hid in the closet, only to hear my husband fooling around with his mistress. Jared's breath was short from exertion. "Faster. We have less than 20 minutes before Vanessa gets back." His mistress giggled. "Relax. Her eyesight is terrible." Jared growled. "Shut up! Vanessa is my wife. Say another thing about her, and I'll throw you out!" What he didn't know was that my eyesight had been cured. My vision was as sharp as anyone else's. I stepped out of the closet with a choked sob and called my brother. "I'll go to Murica."

Lavish London mansions. A hand-painted Rolls-Royce. And eight dead friends. For the British fixer Robbie Chase, working for the Russian's President most vocal critic meant stunning perks – but also constant danger. His gruesome death is one of 14 that retired British Agent QUINTUS NOONE has linked to Russia – but the UK police shut down every last case. QUINTUS NOONE'S investigation reveals the full story of a ring of death on British soil that the government has ignored.

Everyone in the social circle of Kingsford said I was nothing more than a lapdog raised by Charles Mankin. I was always at his beck and call. I did every filthy, ludicrous thing for him under the sun. When he street raced, I rode shotgun. When he drank himself senseless, I made him hangover soup. When he chased girls, I prepared protection for them. Over time, everyone knew: Charles had a dog who never ran, never bit back, no matter how hard he kicked. They all said I must be madly in love with him. Even Charles started to believe it. So he pushed further, more freely, more cruelly, crossing lines as if they never existed. Then came my twenty-fifth birthday. He, in a rare stroke of mercy, said he'd celebrate it with me. But instead, what he got was the news that I was leaving the country. He went berserk, charging through the airport like a man possessed. I peeled his fingers off my wrist one by one, smiling like I'd never been happier. "Don't be stupid," I told him, still smiling. "That was never love." That night, Charles smashed apart his family home like a rabid dog.