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Tiffany, a bold, unapologetically Black woman with a mouth that rarely misses, suddenly finds herself trapped inside a tragic romance novel-as the second female lead, Deja Moreau. Her mission? Break off her engagement to one of the wealthiest men in the story, either become the most beloved or the most hated character, and walk away with a cool $20 million. Sounds simple... right? However her inner thoughts are suddenly not-so-private, and the story's main characters aren't following the script. Can she cause enough chaos to escape this love story with the bag? Or will the book rewrite her instead?

Avalin is a 22 year old who has never had sex and can not begin to know we’re to start. She has never wanted to have sex and has been content with that. Avalin works at a lingerie store and has seen the rich and famous and those scrounging for enough to buy one bra. On this particular Wednesday a women walks in with her daughter and needed two sets of lingerie. “Honey it doesn’t matter if you like the lingerie what matters is that he likes it.” The mother said. “But mom, I don’t even know Mr. Kenway.” “Shut up Eveline, you will get him to sleep with you and get pregnant. Then we can live the lives we want.” The mother said well paying the bill and turning to walk out. This was not the first time Avalin has heard of someone buying lingerie to get there daughter to try and trap Mr.Kenway. Avalin reached for the phone to call the Kenway residence. “Kenway residence.” Avalin has called multiple times to give information so that Mr.Kenway didn’t get trapped. However this was the first time she’s heard this voice. It is more gruff and sullen than the cranky man who usually answers the phone. “Eveline Perry, will try to trap Mr.Kenway on Friday. She will drug his drink at Sky Bar after his dinner meeting.” “How do you know about my dinner meeting?” Mr.Kenway said. Avalin hung up the phone as quick as possible.

By day, I'm just another quiet IT analyst. By night, I'm the deadliest mafia in the underground. No one at the office suspects a thing, except Isabella Moretti. She's the flawless manager, always with sharp heels and effortless confidence, who everyone dreams of working with. And the last person they'd ever suspect of being the princess of a powerful assassin clan… who also happens to be my sworn enemy. Every night, the game begins. The rules are simple: kill each other before we get killed. No feelings. No mercy. No mistakes. For a month, we've been locked in a deadly game, with each of us attempting to outsmart the other. Still, neither of us has managed to emerge victorious. But one night, everything changes. On my doorstep lies a baby, wrapped in a blanket. Alone. No note. No explanation. And before we can come up with a reason, a group of armed men appears, targeting neither one of us, but the baby. Men neither of us recognize. Men who don't belong to my world or hers. So, we call a temporary truce. Because even monsters like us aren't heartless enough to let an innocent die. Since then, mornings have been spent as coworkers, pretending we don't want to tear each other apart. Nights are spent trading threats between bottle feedings and fighting off enemies who won't quit. Every other mission I’ve ever taken was easy. One clean kill and done. But nothing has ever prepared me for the most dangerous and unexpected thing I've ever faced… Falling for the woman I swore to destroy.

Elizabeth Santillan, also known as Liza, was born into an affluent Ilocos family. She is a wonderful woman with a beautiful figure. Whenever they perform the deed, she is generally bored. And her desire is never strong enough to make her fully surrender to s*x. As a result, Liza is looking for a man who can make her feel hot and aroused enough to offer her what she desires. But in the end, while looking for the man, she realize, s*x is not her goal in the first place. Her most desire is to be loved and be loved. Is there a chance that someone will fulfill her desire? Is Gabriel Donovan capable of meeting her needs?

Wendy staggered forward at the hospital entrance. She held the Seventy Thousand Dollars she had received for selling her kidney. Her pale face carried a satisfied smile. That was enough to cure Lucas. She thought it was worthy to sell off her kidney for his life. She ignored her post-surgery weakness, and stumbled all the way to the hospital ward. Her heart ached even more as she looked at the frail man lying in bed. "Lucas, your lowly girlfriend is not around. Why put on a show?" "Shut up! I'm perfecting my acting. How else could I fool her?" A familiar, teasing voice came from inside. Wendy's hand froze on the door handle. What did he mean... by fooling her? Laughter and exclamations erupted from the room. "You're smart, Lucas! A fake medical report was all it took to make that woman believe you had cancer!" "I heard she handed over all her savings; all she had was only Eight Thousand Dollars!" "Eight Thousand Dollars? Lucas could simply spend more than that on a single bottle of liquor at the bar. Her money is worthless, yet she actually offers it."

This Christmas, Elora discovers the one thing more dangerous than the monster in the snow… is the truth buried in her blood. When Elora returns to her family’s remote winter lodge for the holidays, she expects awkward dinners, annoying relatives, and too much peppermint hot chocolate. She doesn’t expect glowing eyes watching her from the forest or a beautiful, terrifying stranger whispering her name through the storm. They call him “The Winter King” a forbidden, ancient being who chooses one mortal bride every generation. A bride he marks.A bride he claims. A bride he hunts. And this year, he chooses her. As secrets erupt, doors splinter, and frost creeps beneath her skin, Elora is forced into a deadly game of desire and survival. Her uncle reveals the truth: their bloodline has been hiding from the Winter King for centuries and LIORA was never supposed to exist long enough for him to find. But he has found her and he will never stop.Because the moment he spoke her true name,she became his. Now, trapped between a family that lied to protect her and a dark, magnetic creature determined to claim her soul, Liora must decide,it's either she Runs,Fight,or surrender to the forbidden bond pulling her toward him… even as the snow outside turns red.

TITLE: SYNOPSIS “What are you doing to me?” I asked as my voice dropped an octave lower. Jayden's palm slapped my clit and in the next moment I came, convulsing and jerking really hard. “Such a slut.” He whispered and shoved his wet palm in my mouth. “I'm sure you love what you taste.” He whispered and pinched my clit. “There'll be more.” He walked out and I had my mouth opened,spit drooling out with the jerking subsiding a little….. Jayden Newton held rage in his heart,rage large enough to erupt an earthquake and that's because he lost everything he had under his nose,lost both parents to the hands of serial killers,lost his sister to some gang of rapists and after much investigation,he finally found out the culprit had a daughter. He'd stop at nothing till he gets his hand on her and treat her like the animal he knows her father to be. But what happens when passion,hot like a molten magma ignites between him and Alexia,his enemies daughter? What happens when her body is all he needs to go insane and lose himself in the abyss of passion? Will he continue with his revenge or quench his insatiable taste for passion……

This is my first ever written book. Kiyara is an orphan and finding job after study, she don't know anything about her dark past, while Aarav is arrogant , rude business man, Kiyara started working for him , but he is not an easy person to please, her journey is long but then they both fall in love but after that she got to know that their pasts are joined in a very twisted way... ******** "I'm so sorry" I said "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE" said that grey eyed man loudly... What the hell ...? "listen Mr. I said sorry OK! I was in hurry, didn't notice you. So stop being so rude and let me go" As I tried to go away I again bump into him ..What is his problem? "I said GET OUT" "who are you to tell me that? I m here for an interview and I won't go without that. Now let me go".... Fate has twisted ways I say, both of them never knew that they are the one who will save each other from their dark past....or they thought so... It is a love hate story. when two people fall in love but their surrounding is just filled with hate... they do fight with their love but is it enough?

After my stepsister, Jennifer Nichols, died in a tragic accident, Julian Asher hated me for ten whole years. He was the youngest star attorney in Vaxton Bay. He was always calm and composed, yet he never once hid his disgust toward me. I gave up everything for him: my education, my family, my friends, even the inheritance I was meant to receive. I stayed by his side through the grueling bar exam and the brutal early days of his career. But all he ever said was, "Miley, if you really want to please me, go ahead and die." The only woman he ever loved in this lifetime was my stepsister. And I realized that far too late. It wasn't until a fire broke out unexpectedly in the courthouse archives and I was trapped upstairs that something changed. Julian ran in to save me. The blaze devoured everything in its path. In the end, he shoved me out of the rubble. The collapsing steel beams crashed down on him. Blood spilled everywhere. Outside the operating room, I fell to my knees, begging the heavens to let him live. Before he died, he left me one final message with the doctor. "Miley, I hope we never meet again in the next life." At his funeral, his mother slapped me hard across the face—again and again. "You're a cursed wretch. Killing Jennifer wasn't enough for you; now you've killed my son too. I never should've agreed to let Julian marry you." His father dragged me to my knees by my hair, forcing me to kneel. "This is all my fault. I was too soft-hearted. Julian saved you three times, and all you ever brought him was misery!" Everyone believed I was the reason Julian died. And deep down, I believed it too. In the end, I slit my wrists and took my own life—only to awaken back in university, at the very moment we was supposed to get engaged. This time, I made a choice. I would not chase after him again. I would step aside and let him be with the one he loved most—my stepsister, Jennifer.

On our wedding night, my husband didn't stay long enough to toast with champagne. He left me alone at the reception and retreated to the chapel. Because from the very beginning, this stoic, untouchable man had only ever loved my younger sister. For three years of my marriage, I poured myself into thawing a heart of stone, only to be met with glacial silence. "Claire," he said coldly, "I'd rather take vows of celibacy than ever love you." But when the truck came barreling toward me, the man who had resented me his entire life used his own body to shield mine. Just before I lost consciousness, I saw him gripping the paramedic's sleeve, blood staining his lips. "Don't tell that crazy woman who saved her… And don't let my family… make things difficult for her." Tears welled in my eyes. Only then did I realize I wasn't the only one at fault in this marriage. After coming back to life, I chose to join the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces and head straight to the front lines. If we were never meant to grow old together in this life, then let my final wish for him be this: A lifetime of peace, and an eternity of never crossing paths with me again.