Novel & Cerita Ea Nasir Tablet Translation

After working overtime every day for a month, I finally completed an important code that could save my company. Five minutes into my break, my team leader, Fiona Smith, suddenly hit me in the head with her file. “Because you spent so much time in the office, our electricity bill this month has increased by 15 kWh! Do you see this office as a free air-conditioning supplier?” I was about to defend myself when she angrily pointed at my cell phone and tablet on my desk. “You’re charging your devices here? You should charge them at home! Aren’t you aware of the company’s current condition?” I could no longer hold back my anger. “Fiona, I’ve been working overtime. I’m not here doing nothing!” “Can’t you do overtime at home instead? For a fresh graduate, you sure know how to exploit the company’s resources. Who knows what other despicable things you might be capable of doing in the future?!” Fiona yelled. I stared at her twisted expression and suddenly chuckled. If only my parents had seen me working so hard over such a trivial matter. They would have immediately asked me to quit and work in their company instead. I grabbed the flash drive with the important code and called my secretary. “Jane, I’d like to purchase Galaxy Corporation, and I want it to be the best in the industry.”

I'm Kate Bamford, and I'm an EA (Executive Assistant), and I've just started a new job with - quite honestly the most gorgeous man I've ever set eyes on. This is a shame because men - gorgeous, sexy, or otherwise are completely off my radar! I can blame my ex for that, he's a controlling, miserable PoS! Weeks of being told what I can and cannot do would drive anyone to murder. Oops! The less said about that the better. No, I didn't stick a knife in his black petrified heart, but I did cause him major humiliation, which, thinking about it might have been even worse. My big worry is I have a secret, and the last thing I need is for my ex or anyone else to find out. Nobody will rescue me if my secret gets out. I'm Darius Graves, CEO of Graves and Son. I have a big problem, it concerns my mother - a matriarchal socialite who lives 3,461 miles away from me in New York. It's not far enough! My 'dearest' mother thinks nothing of getting into her private jet and popping over to see me in London as if she's going to the corner shop for a pint of milk. The thing is, she wants me to get married, but only to a girl she chooses. There is not a snowball's chance in hell of this ever happening. No way. No how. My two best friends are always coming up with various solutions to this problem. i.e. Sell the bank, or keep the bank and work from home in Katmandu. However, their latest idea is a fake marriage. But to whom? I can only think of one person, and that is my new assistant. She's beautiful and thinking about her keeps me awake at night.

~A romance full of drama, twists, and passion~ After a romantic disappointment, Paulina Perez, a shy governess, decides it's time to change and accepts the help of the biggest womanizer she knows, Simon Salvatore, her employer. Against all of his rules, Simon teaches Paulina the art of seduction. However, between lessons, it becomes difficult not to fall victim to his own tricks. ~ She had a problem. Even though his attitude went against all of his rules, Simon crouched in front of the governess. Amidst the tears, Paulina's surprise was visible as she looked at him. "What happened?" "Nathaniel said that I'm too good for him, that he doesn't want to deceive me and won't continue with me," she replied between sobs. "Translation: He gave you the brush off," he summarized without thinking, regretting it when she gave in to compulsive crying. ~*~ He was the solution. "Being too puritanical only drives men away," Simon argued. "I don't condemn your dream of finding Prince Charming, who will give you a 'happily ever after.' But even if he existed, he wouldn't stay with someone who runs away at the slightest touch." "I don't know how to be or act differently." "I can teach you. Just ask." Paulina looked at him astonished, and Simon thought about saying it was a joke. However, before he withdrew the offer, Paulina gathered her courage and asked, "Simon, teach me to be a different woman, more...sensual." Teach me Learning has never been so pleasurable

In the third year I've decided to support my girlfriend, Iris Fulton, by opening a flower shop, she has gone into bankruptcy once again. The first time she went bankrupt, I sold the house my grandma had left for me so that I could clear the debt of 700 thousand dollars. The second time she went bankrupt, I was able to locate the bank passbook Mom had left for me as a wedding gift. That was how I paid back one million and six hundred thousand dollars. The third time Iris has gone bankrupt, however, I can only grip the note with my filthy rich dad's phone number while staring at her lost and dazed expression. At that time, I'm debating whether or not I should call him. But that night, I accidentally notice the chat history on Iris' group chat that's displayed on her tablet. "Hey Iris, how many figures are you going to fill into the sum of the bankruptcy contract that's supposed to be cleared this time?" "Let's put ten million dollars. Otherwise, that flower-selling plaything will be able to clear the debt in one go. It'll make things very boring." "As expected of you, Iris! I heard that the plaything waters flowers in the morning and waters your 'flower garden' at night. You're never tired of him, are you?" I put down Iris' tablet before calling my dad right away. "You want me to take over the family business and marry your student, right? Fine, I'll do it. Get your men to pick me up in three days."

[Warning: Contains 18+]On a rare stormy night in Las Vegas, a beautiful woman arrives at a luxurious villa with her kid and stands in front of Brent's house, where she displays the wound at the base of her thigh, prompting Brent to have a change of heart and allow her to stay in his house. Hermosa, an 18-year-old single mother, seeks refuge in this attractive and sombre man, Brent's home to escape her abuser. In actuality, she is unable to solve her predicament. In order to ensure the safety of her child, she must employ any means necessary to seduce Brent into having sexual relations with her and gaining his trust... She was like a sensitive jackal and detects flirting between Brent and herself during her stay with him. Each and every time Brent looks at her, he does so with lust and hunger. In his obscure eyes, she can see a sly and intense fire of desire flames. Brent could flirt with Hermosa and enjoy her passionate , but whenever Hermosa's desires were aroused, he always repelled her without any explains. She regretfully concludes that she is not attractive enough... Hermosa does not realize that the most advanced hunters frequently take the form of prey. On her first day in Brent's home, Brent had already activated all of the security cameras... Brent injects a heavy sleeping tablet into her milk during a night of intense desire. His lust consumes his entire body, and he can no longer contain himself other than by quietly spreading Hermosa's legs in his bed in the dead of night...! ! Always keep in mind that the conspiracy will be like a net that will bind everyone's destinies together!!!

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.

“Next question.” His eyes locked on her. He was close. Too close. Emily raised the tablet between them. “If your brand—” Scott pressed down on the tablet. Emily backed into the desk. Nowhere left to go. Scott placed his hands on either side of her, caging her in. His face inches from hers. “Scott—” “Next question.” His voice was rough. Emily’s breath caught. Heat flooded her body. “If your brand was a person,” she whispered, “how would you describe her—them?” His eyes dropped to her lips. “Resilient.” His thumb traced her jawline. “Beautiful.” His breath warmed her skin. “Irresistible.” The word hung between them. Emily’s heart pounded. One movement—one inch—and his lips would touch hers. She wanted it. God, she wanted it. “I should go.” Her voice shook. Scott’s jaw clenched. But he didn’t move. “The contract says no physical contact.” His blue eyes burned into hers. “It doesn’t say anything about wanting to.” Emily’s arranged marriage to Ian Hunter was a transaction—his family’s money for her father’s freedom. For three years, she endured his coldness, his cruelty, his mistress. The day his grandmother died, Ian filed for divorce and walked away with everything. Emily’s business collapsed. Ian’s empire grew. Now, she’s desperate enough to make a deal with the devil’s half-brother. Scott Hunter is pitched against his half-brother to claim his billion-dollar inheritance. One of the three requirements is a wife. Emily needs capital to rebuild—and revenge on the man who destroyed her. It shouldn't be. It's unheard of. It's supposed to be a simple contract: one year of marriage, no feelings, no complications. Except Scott can’t stop touching her. And Emily realizes she’s stopped pretending.

My twin sister Selena was the most troublesome grad student my fiancé, Professor Adrian Hall, had ever taken on. Skipping class, showing up late, doctoring observation curves. Every time she walked into his lab, the two of them seemed ready to set the whole college on fire. Even I couldn't stand it, and I told Adrian to stop using that tribunal tone with her. But he took off his silver-rimmed glasses and explained to me in a low voice, "Eve, if she keeps drifting like this, sooner or later she'll ruin herself." When he looked at Selena, his gray-blue eyes were as cold as a lake on a winter night. "Have every raw record and review report on my oak desk before eight tomorrow morning. One page short, and you don't set foot in the observation tower for the rest of the month." I felt embarrassed for Selena, and grateful that I'd fallen for the right man. Adrian Hall was the youngest tenured professor at St. George's College. He had the kind of professorial look women fell for most easily. Tall and lean, always in a dark gray cashmere coat, shirt buttoned to the very top, cuffs forever clean and crisp. He could dismantle an entire model in the calmest voice, and he could also hold an umbrella over me on a rainy night, so gentle it made me believe I was the one exception outside his academic world. Until the day we were preparing the wedding invitations. I borrowed his tablet to check the guest list, and my finger accidentally slipped into a document buried under layers of folders. Inside were five hundred and twenty memos, packed one after another. [Punishment No. 519: also the 519th time I lost control. Selena talked back to me again in the seminar today. I kept her in my office and fucked her until three in the morning; by the end she didn't have the strength left to even look up at me.] [Punishment No. 520: She got jealous. She insisted I leave something behind inside Eve's wedding dress, to prove that the white gown meant to symbolize purity could be dirtied by her t