Daycare Diaper

The moms at the company post about me online, claiming the free daycare I provide for their kids is a "prison" and a vile tactic to force them to work overtime. What they don't know is that the daycare was set up with imported equipment and staffed by internationally trained professionals. It costs nearly eight thousand dollars a month per child to operate. The internet curses me out, calling me a show-off and disgusting capitalist. So I grit my teeth and send out a company-wide announcement. "To support everyone's desire to handle their own childcare, the company has decided to close the free daycare program. Effective immediately, it will be replaced with a childcare benefit. Eligible mothers will receive 200 dollars a month." As soon as the notice goes out, the moms panic. They crowd outside my office, begging me not to shut it down.

Jillie and Jarren have been friends since their diaper days, so it was no surprise to most of their friends when they pushed the boundaries of friendship. What will happen when Jarren drops the biggest secret of all on Jillie? What obstacles will be ahead of them? With faith in each other, irreplaceable friends, and a bond that seems unbreakable, will they be able to make it through the darkness...together?

Alex, get up!”
A sharp slap to the leg.
“You think we’re running a daycare down here?”
Fifteen-year-old Alex scrambled out of her pile of thin blankets on the basement floor, eyes wide, limbs sore. Another day, another list of chores. Cooking. Cleaning. Smiles for those who kicked her. Silence for those who didn’t see her at all.
Upstairs…laughter, Alpha Cole’s family was having breakfast. She could smell the cinnamon.
Down here? Mold. Dust. And the quiet ache of a girl who didn’t know she was born to change the world.

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his buddies talking through the open window. "Dude, you’re so cool blooded. Inventing a twin brother just to dodge diaper duty? What's next—triplets and quadruplets coming out of the woodwork too?"

From kissing the wrong twin to entering into a contract marriage with her the next day! *** Eve's normal life of a daycare teacher shatters when she attends her identical twin sister's contract marriage to a ruthless billionaire... But her selfish twin has run away! Eve may have refused to fill in for her sister's shoes and save her family from losing everything, But she can't turn away when her twin sister's abandoned infant calls her, 'Ma...ma!' Now she has to pretend to be like her heartless sister who is a model, but how long can she deceive the ruthless CEO, Alessandro as well as the media? And can it be purely based on contract when Allesandro is hotter than a sex god?

Madeline Sanders had always been aware that her marriage to Trevon Gibson was merely a contract. When his first love breezed back into town, Trevon wasted no time in asking for a divorce. Clutching the results of her pregnancy test, Madeline was at a loss for words. She was stripped of everything and left to fend for herself. She decided to start anew as an artist and a single mom. However, Trevon couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He inexplicably suffered pregnancy symptoms. Madeline's morning sickness became his, her cravings for pickles turned into his own, and her labor pains echoed through his body. Afterward, Madeline declared, "The baby will carry the name Sanders!" There stood Trevon, juggling a bottle and a diaper, "Sanders it is! Darling, when do you say I join the Sanders crew?"

Samantha White, a young woman who grew up in foster care, has always struggled to survive on her own. At 22, after losing her job at a dog daycare, she takes an unexpected opportunity to work as a caretaker for billionaire Blake Hawthorne. Despite hearing rumors about the high turnover rate for caretakers in his estate, Samantha accepts the job and is welcomed by the housekeeper. Things take a dramatic turn when Blake, intrigued by Samantha's presence, decides to keep her on-abruptly shutting down the hiring process for other candidates. Soon, she finds herself caught between Blake and his dangerously alluring twin brother, Alan Hawthorne, who is also drawn to her. As tension between the brothers rises, Samantha must navigate their world of power, wealth, and hidden desires-ultimately forced to choose between them, unsure which one will truly save her.

BLURD Six years after disappearing from billionaire Dominic Hale’s life, Lila Monroe storms into Hale Tower when her five-year-old son, Eli, is abducted from daycare by men using fake Hale Enterprises IDs. She is prepared to fight the wealthiest man in the city, but not to find him holding her son and remembering nothing about her, the night they shared, or the child they unknowingly created. When a violent break-in rocks the tower, and forged evidence frames Lila for a corporate breach, Dominic is forced to protect the woman he doesn’t remember and the child who looks exactly like him. Under the ruthless Hale Charter’s “Article 7,” the board can remove him from power unless he proves he has a spouse or heir, pushing Lila into a ninety-day fake engagement she never asked for. But someone inside the company wants Eli. Someone wiped Dominic’s memory once and is ready to finish what they started. For ninety days, lies become their shield. But in the deadly game unfolding inside Hale Tower, the only way to survive is to become a family again.

After the school cafeteria for elementary school kids shut down, I decided to offer meals for all the kids in our building at my home. At the end of the month, when it came time to settle the bill, one of the neighbors wasn’t happy. “The new caterer downstairs only charges $2.50 per meal, but you’re charging us $5! That’s an extra $75 per kid per month. Do you have no shame?” she accused me. I calmly explained that I only used free-range meat and organic vegetables in my meals. But no matter how patiently I tried to reason with them, the parents insisted I refund the difference and demanded I charge no more than $2.50 per meal moving forward. When I lowered my costs to meet their demands, they started accusing me of mistreating their children. They went online to expose me and even reported me to the authorities. The online attacks were relentless. I was fined, and my husband lost his job because of the controversy surrounding me. The stress pushed me into depression, and in the end, I jumped off a building to end it all. When I opened my eyes again, I saw those same parents being swayed by others in the neighborhood to send their kids to the new daycare service that only charged $2.50 a day. What they didn’t know was that the lunch caterer next door did serve meat every day—but it was frozen, diseased pork that had been sitting in storage for two years.

From as far back as I can remember, I knew my mom hated me. She gives me sleeping pills when I'm three. When I'm five, she tries pesticide instead. But I'm hard to get rid of. By the time I'm seven, I've already learned how to fight back. If she refuses to give me food, I flip the table so no one can eat either. If she beats me up until I'm on the ground, writhing in pain, I go after her beloved son the same way, leaving him bruised and bawling. That's how we stay locked in battle until I turn 12. Everything changes when my youngest sister is born. I'm clumsily trying to help with her wet diaper when Mom suddenly shoves me against the wall. The look in her eyes holds both disgust and fear. "What were you trying to do to my daughter? I knew it. You take after that monster of a father. Why didn't you just die with him?" I hold my aching head. For the first time, I don't fight back. I believe she's right. My existence is a mistake. I should never have been alive.