Fix Her Up A Novel Novels & Stories

Synopsis Every one knows what a prostitute do. You sleep with men, get your cash and walk out. No strings attached. Gosh! What if I say am a prostitute and still a virgin. Unbelievable right? Well you gonna find out soon. My name is Katherine Adam, a twenty four years old lady. A Nigerian Lady. A lady with dreams. I never wish to find myself here in Russia and end up been a prostitute. My sister. Blood sister made me believe her lies about being a manager in a company and would love if I join her in Russia. I felt so happy but didn't know I was digging my grave. The so called manager is a prostitute. She lured me to join her, threatening me. I decided to put on a smart face and gave in. One secret she doesn't know , I don't sleep with men but I made sure I make money that day. Do you know what I use on men? Gonna find that too. My life has been like this until I met someone. He's cold, arrogant and over possessive. His name Eric Darwin. The sex freak. The guy who wanted me at all cost. And I ended up falling for him. Will I ever think of losing my dignity cause of him? Did he even love me back? Should I revenge on my sister for tricking me into the mess? A lot of questions are crossing my mind right now, but there's always an answer to it. This is how my life goes.

Raphaella Mendel’s life takes a wild turn when she encounters the enigmatic Sebastian Damon during a luxurious resort getaway. In a whirlwind of desire, she surrenders her innocence to him. But as dawn breaks, he disappears and she has to go back to her dull world haunted by her wicked stepmom’s torment. Little does she know that their paths are destined to cross again, this time in an unexpected role: Sebastian becomes her newly appointed bodyguard. Raphaella is faced with a dilemma. Will she fan the flames of the passion they once shared or try to extinguish the memories of their unforgettable encounter? However, amid her emotional turmoil, a shocking reality sets in – she's expecting a child, a consequence of their reckless night of passion. As Raphaella deals with her unplanned pregnancy, Sebastian's concealed identity and lurking adversaries threaten to shatter their dreams of love and family. Can Raphaella maintain her sanity as she tackles the problems she faces and discovers what it means to fall in love with Sebastian Damon or will she lose everything in her quest for the truth? Follow Raphaella on a thrilling journey filled with love, danger, and secrets in Her Guardian Angel.

FATE OR DISASTER? The story is about an independent young woman, Heather Russell, who wanted to break free from her twisted life. And wanted to live her own damn life! And a young cold CEO who are tied between family traditions and what he wants in life. Could these two people find their own ways in life? Or be played by FATE?

LEILANI: I owe my life to Phoenix Baxter, leader of the Sandcastles MC. He'd saved me from my abusive father, gave me a life, gave me a home. I'll forever be indebted to him. Which is why when he propositions me to marry him, I don't refuse. But the Sandcastles MC isn't what it once was, and war rears its ugly head. To protect me, Phoenix places a bodyguard in charge of my welfare. It would've been better if it were someone else. But he choose Mason Vampelt. The one man whose presence does unspeakable things to my body. As the war casts it's shadow over the city, my feelings for Mason develops, and soon we're crossing lines, not giving a damn. I love two men: one out of gratitude, and the other out of my body's devotion. MASON: Leilani and I grew up together in the Sandcastles MC. Once inseparable, we drifted apart as we grew older. Reason being because my boss Phoenix wanted her for a wife. She owes her life to him, as I do mine. But I've seen the way she steals glances my way. Seen the way her body reacts to my presence. We both want the same thing. Each other. Phoenix might've saved my life once, but it's Leilani that gives me the will to keep on living. And I'll have her as mine no matter what.

People say, “When you are torn between two lovers, choose the second one. Because there won’t be a second person if you really loved the first one.” But how would you know that you love the second one more than the first one? What if your mind was just clouded when you’re with the second one? People say, “Trust is the most important ingredient in love.” But would trust encompass distance? Would trust give you the insurance that one would not look away from you? Would trust give that certain assurance that one will always be yours? A story of betrayal. Tears. And drama.

Even knowing that wailing at an Eravalen aristocratic funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, I let my husband's adopted sister make a scene anyway. In my previous life, my husband, Robert Baker, had a distant relative among the Eravalen aristocracy who passed away. A lawyer informed him that he stood to inherit the estate and invited him to attend the funeral. His adopted sister, Mia Carter, insisted on tagging along to see how the privileged few in another country lived. She wanted to rub shoulders with nobles and make herself look important, even planning to wail dramatically in front of everyone. I rushed to stop her. "Loud mourning is taboo among the Eravalen nobility. Forget inheriting anything. We'll all be thrown out!" Yet she burst into tears, accusing me of looking down on her and thinking she was not good enough to mingle with aristocrats. She stormed out and was killed by street thugs in a random attack. I thought Robert would fall apart, but he stayed silent through the entire funeral and collected his inheritance without a hitch. Six months later, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the snowy mountains for a photoshoot. The moment we reached the peak, he shoved me into a sleeping bag and tied it shut. "If you hadn't blown everything out of proportion, Mia never would've run off and gotten herself shot." He buried me alive in the snow. I froze to death, and he used that aristocratic fortune to become the CEO of a publicly traded company. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mia insisted on wailing at the funeral.

In the 1900s, a young noble girl named Clara Revington lived in solitude. At a young age, Clara was isolated by her family from the rest of the world. She learned to live alone and was trained to take control of her emotions. But despite having this immense power and wealth, Clara grew to hate the life she has. Because of her parents’ sudden death, she must fly to England and be the new lady of the Revington House. With her new debut in the English aristocracy, how will Clara handle the new life in England and how long will it take for her flowery secret to unveil itself?

Liam wouldn’t see it coming. And Karen? She’d probably choke on her wine. A dark smile danced on my lips. Let them gasp. Let them stare. They thought I was buried with Camilla Ryder. Now… I rise as Giulia Bianchi-Vincent, and this time, I’m the nightmare they won’t wake up from because revenge is too simple, destruction is demure ... ...What happened when I escaped the prison as someone framed for killing her step-sister, only to return as someone else's wife?

My eyes fell upon a woman curled up on the cold floor, her face hidden behind a curtain of tangled hair. She looked broken, as though life had taken everything from her. I rushed to her side and gently brushed the hair away from her face. Fear, pain, and exhaustion lingered in her eyes, making my chest tighten. "Hey... I'm here now," I murmured. "You're safe. No one is going to hurt you anymore." I wrapped my coat around her shoulders and moved to lift her into my arms when Max stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Don't forget what Ella told you," he warned quietly. "Get the car ready," I ordered, ignoring him. "You're saving her today," Max said grimly, "but one day, this woman will be the reason for your downfall. Remember Ella's warning." "I don't know what the future holds," I replied coldly, "but I'm not leaving her here." Ignoring him, I lifted her into my arms. She trembled before burying her face against my chest, clinging to me as if I were her last hope. Mate. The word echoed through my mind, stealing the air from my lungs. No. Horror washed over me. Richard's wife... The woman whose husband I had killed... She was my mate.

What happens to Sidney as she was promoted to be the PA of the Tech-Life industry. and will she be able to resist the beautiful and stunning CEO, who also happens to be a billionaire Mafia? Will love blossom? Or will her life be in danger.