Novel & Cerita Does Gojo Die

Isabel Queens chose love over her legacy. She wanted a fairytale ending with her Prince Charming, Leo Hunters, even if it was going to cost her everything. Her perfect marriage to Leo crashed when he started maltreating her, abusing her, cheating on her and finally requested to open up their marriage. Isabel was scorned. The man she abandoned her family for and walked away from her legacy ended up stabbing her in the back in the most brutal way possible. She was twisted with revenge, vowing to get back her pound of flesh. Thus, she accepted to open up her marriage and made sure he witnessed her getting banged by three hot male billionaires. What started as a means to get back at her selfish husband ended up with her getting tangled amid three close friends, who were best of friends and business partners; Ares Blackville, Marcos De Santos and Harvey Smith. Will Isabel get carried away by their attention and choose one of them or give in to what she felt for three of them?

She died begging her mate to save her. Now her spirit is tethered to the Alpha who let her down. Elizabeth Campbell was the Luna of the Blackthorn Pack—until betrayal, lies, and a deadly mistake stole her life. Now trapped between worlds, she watches as her mate comforts the woman she was blamed for hurting. They think Liz ran away. They don’t know she’s dead. And they have no idea… She’s still watching.

My mother-in-law has gotten kidnapped, and yet my husband, Josiah Broadway, decides to celebrate the success of his childhood sweetheart, Vivian Spencer's performance with her. The kidnapper has requested a ten-million-dollar ransom. If he doesn't receive the money in his bank account in an hour, he'll kill the hostage immediately. But my calls to Josiah's phone never go through. When there's only one minute left on the timer, Josiah calls me back calmly. "Since that hag is already that old, she might as well die. I'm not wasting my money on her." Just like that, my mother-in-law is thrown into the sea by the furious kidnapper. The search-and-rescue team has to resort to using long hooks in order to fish her corpse out of the sea. As soon as the body is delivered to the crematorium, Josiah sends me a voice message excitedly. "Have your mom's corpse sent to the studio! Vivian's performance needs a corpse anyway! Using a real corpse will make the whole performance seem more realistic!" I'm pissed off, to say the least. So, that bastard thinks that my mom is the one who died, huh? After that, I have my mother-in-law's corpse, which is completely disfigured from all the fishing and hooking, sent to the studio without any hesitation.

“Some desires aren’t meant to be resisted, only enjoyed.” **** DDD: Daddies Dirty Desires is a playful collection of steamy short stories filled with bold fantasies, teasing power plays, and adults who know exactly what they want. Fun, flirty, and dangerously addictive—these tales prove that dirty desires are meant to be enjoyed, not denied.

Elise Caro was the perfect trophy wife: loyal, obedient, and blindly in love with her mafia husband, Cassian D’Amaro. Until the night she uncovered his betrayal and was silenced-killed in cold blood, and buried like a secret. But fate isn’t done with her. Elise wakes up five years earlier, in her younger body, right before her marriage. With her memories intact and bitterness sharpened, she vows not to fall again. This time, she won’t be his wife. She’ll be his reckoning. As she re-enters Cassian’s orbit under a new identity, he starts falling for her again. But Elise isn’t here for love. She’s here to ruin him.

My future mother-in-law, Diane Grant, loved setting rules. On the day I proposed, she sat there with that smug, superior look and told me if I wanted to marry her daughter, Olivia Grant, I had to pass her so-called "son-in-law training", which was three months working as a food delivery driver. She said she wanted to test whether I could handle hardship. For my fiancee's sake, I kept my identity hidden. I was the heir to one of the most powerful families in Crestfall City, and I agreed without hesitation. For three months, I shed every trace of privilege. I worked from dawn to night, delivering orders across the city. My parents didn’t understand. My friends disapproved. Mrs. Grant watched me like a hawk, picking me apart every single day. "Three minutes late? That’s a $3,000 penalty. The wedding shall be delayed by a month!" "Wrong unit delivery, bad review? $8,000 penalty. You don’t get to see Olivia this week!" Even then, I never gave up. Until the final day. I received an urgent order with a massive tip. The note was in bold: "Lifesaving medication. Immediate delivery." I sped through the streets, pushing myself to the limit. Just as I was about to enter the residential compound, Mrs. Grant stepped in front of me, blocking my way, her face full of disdain. Her voice shot up sharply. "The wedding gift goes up to $200,000. Not a cent less." I looked at her look of absolute certainty and suddenly laughed. My finger slid across the screen. The recipient of that urgent order was her precious son, Christopher Grant. I slowly put away the unlimited card in my pocket, along with the check I had prepared for a million-dollar wedding gift. Originally, I had planned to reveal my identity that day to give her the surprise of a lifetime. It seemed there was no need.

Clause 7 : on no account should children be brought into this contract, the result of which would have dire consequences. Guess what Vivian Cross did? Vivian Cross was once at the top of the society's scale until unfortunate events took place and she lost all that she had except one. Desperate and in need of help, she lunges herself into an unexpected contractual loveless marriage with a man she once had the hots for but does true love really die? And when things go awry and she is forced to pick between a life of luxury and a forbidden baby, what does she do when she realizes that the man she thought was just distant actually doesn't want her and to prove it, brings his first love back into the picture knowing fully well that it would hurt her beyond reasoning. This game of cat and mouse, will it go on forever or will Nate Stuart finally realize that he had all that mattered in his home?

Olivia Penn was the only daughter of the Penn family. She was born into privilege and status. People often called her the holy maiden of high society. She was untouchable and devout. The system gave me a mission to win her heart, but I ended up losing mine to her. After we got married, the mission was successfully completed. I should have left this world immediately, but I chose to stay for her. The cost was constant, bone-deep pain every single day. One day, I saw her being intimate with my younger brother in a church. The rosary she never took off was teasingly caught between his lips, then removed and tossed aside. Even our son wanted my brother to be his father. So, I gave them what they wanted. However, if this was what they wanted, why did they regret it after I died?

The day I learned the truth about my husband, Duke Alistair, and his adopted sister, Liana, I left. I abandoned my title, my home, and returned to my father's palace. A year passed. Then came news of chaos in the duchy. The servant Alistair sent spoke with desperation, “Your Highness, the Duke and your son are lost to reason. If you don’t return, I fear they will burn everything to the ground.” I looked at the blood I'd coughed onto my handkerchief. I nodded. "Fine. I'll go back." The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live. So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess. I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him three new mistresses who looked just like Liana and sent them to his bed after he had sent her away for me. I no longer made Damian study the arts of statecraft and not forced him to master his courtly duties. Instead, I supported his ridiculous dream of joining the Expeditionary Force. I took the pain they gave me. I wrapped it in the "understanding" they always craved. And I served it back to them cold. But it drove Alistair mad. He threw out the mistresses. He crushed me in his arms. His kiss was a punishment. He bit my lip, drawing blood. "I sent Liana away! What more do you want from me? How can I earn your forgiveness?" Damian cried and clung to my arm. "I'll never call Aunt Liana 'gentle' or 'beautiful' again! Mother, please. Just stop." They didn't understand. I wasn't making a scene. I just wanted to live out my last month in peace. And then, I wanted to die.

BLURB Aira accepted one night for money. Four men. One room. Masks on. No names. It was meant to end when the door opened. The next morning, she discovers the men she shared that room with now share her home with two stepbrothers, her stepfather, and a man who knows them all too well. None of them know they touched the same woman. Yet. As memories resurface through scent, proximity, and fractured restraint, Aira is forced to live inside a secret that grows more dangerous by the day. Because the masks are gone. And the truth is getting closer.