Dr Eggman Assistant Novels & Stories

Sophia gave three years of her life to a man who ruined her without even looking up from his phone. Married into the powerful Vale family, she thought loyalty would protect her. She was dead wrong. Caught in her own bed with his assistant, Marcus Vale offered eviction instead of an apology. Because that's exactly what trash like him does. Thrown out into a rainstorm with an empty bank account, the family she served left her for dead. But Dominic Black, Marcus's most dangerous rival, offered a deal: become a Black. The sister they never had. Use their name, their wealth, and their power to burn the Vale legacy to the ground. It's the perfect plan for revenge. Until she meets Damien. Damien Black is the youngest, the wildest, and the most broken. He doesn't want a sister. He wants to break her and then mold her into what he wants. She doesn't know it yet....but she's his salvation. And he doesn't care, because Damien always gets what he wants. Sophia is the new sun his sanity orbits.

She barged into the wrong elevator and changed his whole life. Keegan Blackwood is the reclusive billionaire no one dares to approach. They call him cold, ruthless, untouchable, but the truth is far darker, he is deadly allergic to human touch as one brush of skin against his can send him into excruciating pain. Until Nara Quinn. The bold, fiery beauty who refused to fear him and the only woman whose touch doesn’t destroy him. Now she’s his new assistant and the only person who can get close without breaking him. But time is running out, because a clause in his parents’ will demands he marries before turning thirty, or he loses his entire empire. Everyone expects him to marry the elegant Isabella Langford. Instead, the untouchable billionaire makes a dangerous offer to Nara Quinn: A contract marriage. One year. Her rules. His control. She gets everything she could ever want. He gets the only woman he can touch. But in a game of power, obsession, and forbidden desire… some contracts are impossible to walk away from.

For eight years, I was the ghost in Lorenzo Valenti's empire. By day, I was his executive assistant, the engine of his criminal enterprise. By night, I was the most submissive bird in his gilded cage, and the nameless body in his bed. I loved him with a devotion that bordered on madness, a foolish flame I'd nurtured since I was a scholarship student pulled into his orbit. I believed my quiet love could one day melt the ice around his heart. I was wrong. The day his unforgettable first love, Isabella, returned, the man I knew vanished. The rare smiles once reserved for me were now all for her. My presence by his side was erased, replaced by hers. Even when she framed me, he believed her without hesitation. He chose her, again and again. I submitted my resignation. He signed it without looking. He thought I'd crawl back, broken and begging. He was wrong. While he was busy playing house with his "cuore mio", I was quietly packing away my life, preparing to vanish from his world forever.

Isla Harlow was the maid’s daughter who dared to love the Blackthorne heir. Dare promised her forever—then disappeared without a trace. Six years later, Isla is desperate, jobless, and on the verge of accepting a proposal from Dare’s cousin, Julian—the man who swore Dare never loved her. But Dare Blackthorne is back. Colder, more powerful, and dangerously convinced that Isla betrayed him. Now the ruthless CEO of the Blackthorne Group, Dare forces Isla into the role of his personal assistant, determined to make her pay for the heart she supposedly shattered. Until the truth unravels: What begins as revenge quickly twists into raw obsession. To protect Isla from his venomous family—and to keep her permanently in his world—Dare offers her a dangerous deal: A chance to rise above her past. All she has to do is pretend to love the man who once destroyed her. But Julian refuses to lose. Now caught between two Blackthorne men and a lifetime of lies, Isla must decide: Stay with the boy who broke her heart… or become the woman powerful enough to break them all.

“You cannot love me, Enora. I had told you that you couldn’t.” His brown eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, he yanked his hand away from mine and took a step backward, ruffling his brunette hair, he cursed. I love this man. “You cannot love me, I am your best friend’s father.” “But I can fuck my best friend’s father?” My voice cracked in disbelief, is this what my life is now? I had tears in my eyes, it’s always been like this since I met him, yet I love him. ~~ It was summer break and Enora had just gotten the job of filling in for the personal assistant of Mr Wright , her best friend's father. It was a thirty-day business trip that started with a kiss, then sex, and then love. Enora couldn’t help but fall head over heels for her best friend's father, he’s the first man to ever treat her like a princess, but Nathan has other intentions which didn’t include loving her.

When Eric Sutton—my charming CEO husband—found out I handed a million-dollar project to his assistant Vivien Cheney, he figured his three months of radio silence had finally broken me. Suddenly, he's all, "Let's go to Iceland for our honeymoon!" Vivien heard and threw a fit. Threatened to quit. Classic. Eric, who treated her like royalty, freaked out. After three days of begging, he bailed on the trip—said it was for "work"—then handed her my ticket. Later, he shrugged it off. "Romance's petty. Work comes first. You're my wife. You get it, right?" Right. I just stared at Vivien's new post: a couples selfie—cheek to cheek, hands shaped like a heart. I didn't say a word. Just nodded. Eric thought I was finally playing the role: calm, supportive, mature. Promised an even better honeymoon when he got back. Too bad I'd already quit. Too bad he'd already signed the divorce papers. We were done.

Blindfolded and placed on his knees, August has an affair with a stranger—another hook up at the club that leaves him sore, broken, and craving more. Accidentally, he gets a job as a live-in housekeeper in a glass house downtown, just a day after that hook-up. He encounters the hot, right-handed man Levi, whom he can't seem to resist. In the house, everything feels strange, as if eyes are watching and walls are listening. A stalker starts texting him, and he plays along with them. Unknown to him, the house is always watching. Slowly, he started having nightmares, seeing things of his past again, a part he thought he had buried. The house was jogging his memories. He sees a piece of his past in the house, a piece that belonged to his supposedly dead best friend, making him start asking questions about the actual owner of the house. August is trapped with, the anonymous texter that doesn't stop making endless demands, Levi the hot assistant, the flashbacks with the Stranger from the club, and an idea that his supposedly dead friend, might not be dead. This is a raw, unapologetically addictive dark book, where the only way out is deeper in.

The wedding had reached the part where the groom kissed the bride. I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss Stella Stafford, only to end up with a mouthful of fur. Her assistant held up the camera and burst out laughing. "The almighty Mr. Rowe can't even tell if he's kissing a person or a dog?" I stared at the Husky in front of me, its tongue lolling out, and felt my stomach churn. I was about to lay into him when Stella stepped in to block me. "It was just a joke. No hard feelings." Laurent Reilly smirked smugly, his tone dripping with arrogance. "And guess what? This Husky happens to be a female, so why don't you just marry her instead? You're not good enough for Stella anyway." The employees erupted in laughter. Mortified, I kicked him square in the chest, sending him sprawling. The next second, Stella smashed a wine bottle over my head and demanded an apology. I wiped the mix of wine and blood from my face, then dialed an overseas number with a cold grin. "The wedding is short one bride. You in?"

As soon as Danielle Bradford has recovered from her postpartum period, she brings her baby to the county clerk's office to register for the baby's birth certificate. "My baby's full name is Taylor Gardner. Her father is Matthew Gardner." The employee types on the keyboard, but his brows draw tighter afterward. "The system has flagged another child with the same name under the same father." His words leave Danielle momentarily stunned. Thinking that her ears have deceived her, she blurts out, "That's impossible! Our baby has just turned one month old!" But Danielle feels her phone buzzing in her pocket before she can finish speaking. She taps on the screen, only to see a photo sent by Matthew's assistant, Meghan Landry. In the photo, Matthew has his left arm wrapped around Meghan's waist while carrying a five-year-old boy with his right arm. The three of them stand in front of a kindergarten's entrance with smiles so bright that they practically sting Danielle's eyes. On the boy's chest is a nametag that clearly says "Taylor Gardner".

Isabella Cohen had better things to do than listen to her father go on and on about her getting married to the latest man who had impressed him, as if her father wasn't fucking his assistant every Thursday and Saturday. So, when she was given the choice to either marry Ethan Hawthorn (the biggest asshole on the planet with an even bigger ego), or be disowned, you better believe she packed her bags, transferred money to her secret account and took the first plane from New York to Italy. Stephan Ferrari was bored. Now you might think being head of the Italian Mafia was exciting and full of adventure, but you would be wrong. Stephan had killed all his enemies, partied for a week straight at the best clubs in Italy (which all belonged to him) and fucked women of all types, yet he will still left with an empty feeling inside. So, when he got report that the leader of the American Mafia's daughter was seen at Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino Airport, well he may have found his new Queen. And if he could ransom said queen to toy with the Cohen family, then that was an added bonus