Ferris Bueller's Day Off End Song Novels & Stories

Interior designer Isla Moretti has always been invisible to billionaire Kai Westbrook, or so she thought. When danger from her past resurfaces, Kai makes her an offer she can't refuse: marry him. It's purely practical. A business arrangement with an expiration date. But the more time they spend together, the more Isla realizes Kai's been keeping secrets. And some of them involve her.

Kate Horton tries to comfort a depressed patient with suicidal tendencies to make herself look good. However, all she does is aggravate the patient so much that he jumps off the building. Kate cries and says, "I only wanted him to know how much his mother loved him…" To help her get away with it, my boyfriend and professor conspire to make me her scapegoat. I'm cyberbullied, fired, and betrayed by everyone I know. In the end, the patient's family even push me off the balcony. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day when Kate tries to save the patient. I'm going to stop her—she's the one who deserves to die, not innocent others!

On the first day Thea Storme is accepted back to her wealthy family, she signs a betting contract with the fake heiress, Clara Storme. The contract states that if Clara is able to steal from Thea nine times in a row, Thea will have to leave the Storme family on her own. Thea agrees to the bet. On the ninth time, Clara has her eye on Thea's boyfriend, who's a low-income student. She gives him two million dollars and demands that he marry into her family as a live-in son-in-law. "You want me to marry into your family? Sure." Thea raises her head in disbelief. Leonard Falkner taps a finger on the bank card. The moment he meets Thea's gaze of despair, he flashes her a comforting smile. "B

She thought he was dead, he thought she’d moved on. Now she’s a single mother raising their son, a child he never knew existed so what happens when they crossed paths once again? Autumn and Fray were separated. She was led to believe that Frazier died while in truth, he was diagnosed with colon cancer and had to undergo treatment back in England. Autumn was shocked to see that he was very much alive. Seeing that he has a new girl beside him, Autumn decided it was best not to inform him about their son, Severus. So the question is, what happens when they finally met during their uni reunion? Book 3 of The Autumn Summers Series. Can be read as a stand-alone. ******* Book 1 is T

After working abroad for several years, I returned home, only to have my parents arrange a blind date for me. He was tall and strikingly handsome, honest in character, steady in demeanor, and came from an excellent family background. In short, the perfect candidate for a husband. I told myself that sooner or later, marriage was inevitable, so I settled on him. The day before the wedding, I went to the church—only to be stunned by the sight before me. The entire place had been transformed into something sinister and grotesque. The walls were plastered with terrifying photos of corpses, the floor littered with wax figures of severed arms and legs, and even the flowers had been dyed black,

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another

My fiance's precious childhood crush, Amber Sweeney, was in a political union with the infamous Julian Grant, heir to the Grant family empire and a notorious playboy. Unable to stand the thought of Amber being "sacrificed", Ryan Carter barged into her wedding to stop it. They registered their marriage that day, making headlines across the city. The whole of D.C.'s elite waited to watch me and the Grant family become the city's biggest joke. What they didn't expect was that on the very next day, Julian would roll up to my company in his high-key sports car, leaning against the hood like he had all the time in the world. "Your fiance stole my bride. You'll be repaying that debt by marrying

This book contains explicit scenes….Do not read if not above eighteen :) ———— “God! Yes!” I cried out, lifting one leg to hook around his hips, I ground my core against the hard bulge in his pants as he guided my shirt over my head and continued to place soft kisses down my chest. I arched my back, my nipples hardening as his tongue dipped into my cleavage. “F….Fuck me, please….I want you deep inside of me,” I begged, quivering under his touch……his gaze, his everything. His eyes met mine, his brow slightly raised, as if seeking a final approval. “You sure?” He asked, his voice low and husky……and so fucking sexy! *************** I knew better than t

I paid for our future home in full, but my boyfriend, Felix Carter, insisted I gave the master bedroom to his so-called "sister", who wasn't even related to him. "Zoe has never had it easy. She can have the south-facing master bedroom," he said. "You're an only child and lived a pampered life. What's wrong with you giving up a little?" His mother, Bertha Walker, jumped in too and said I was unreasonable and not good enough to be part of their family. I looked at the apartment they had already turned into a mess. I call a moving company and a locksmith right away. "Fine, if I have to give up a little, then I'm done with this marriage!" I said. I listed the unit for sale and froze Felix'

The next time I saw Chase Reed, it was at a little guesthouse in the Rockies. I'd just finished feeding my son breakfast and was wiping his mouth when Chase came out from the kitchen carrying a tray. Our eyes met. I saw his pupils dilate in shock. Three years had passed. His skin was weathered and reddened from the sun, his face covered in stubble, with new lines etched around his eyes from the harsh elements. Then his gaze landed on my son. He froze mid-step, his eyes going wide with disbelief before flooding with joy. He hurried over, his eyes locked on my little boy. "Sweetheart... can you say 'Daddy'?" I lowered my head, turned sideways, and pulled my son protectively into my arms