Forced Makeover Story Novels & Stories

I stubbornly forced myself onto my feet and slapped Stacie's hand away. I said, "Ms. Garcia, instead of an apology, you should keep your promise and transfer the two payments you mentioned." At this point, I wasn't stupid enough to walk away with nothing. I was getting back every dime of the ten million dollars I'd worked myself to the bone for. When Stacie froze, I mustered the courage to repeat, "I hope you keep your word." The light in her eyes immediately dimmed. She looked as though she couldn't believe that the man who had just been screaming and fighting could easily back off.

He did not greet me when I entered. He never wasted manners on theatre once the audience had arrived. “Carter,” he said. “Don.” I stopped three feet in front of him. Not submissive. Not challenging. Measured. The kind of posture men trust because it tells them what they want to hear. Useful. Controlled. Yours. Marco lifted his head at the sound of my voice. One eye was swollen shut. Blood clung to his teeth. “Please,” he rasped, and I almost admired him for trying. “Don, I didn’t sell anything. I swear to God, I didn’t—”

And as we stare out in front of us, the marigolds blowing in the wind, I think about everything that happened to lead us to this moment. Our story is nowhere near perfect. We had bumps and bruises along the way that took ages to heal. But the imperfections make it ours. And to me, it’s the best love story that’s ever been told. And as the man who I love holds me tight to his chest, his ring on my finger, I have this overwhelming feeling that it wasn’t fate that brought me back home. It was my mom and Linda who helped Cade and me rewrite our story.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

Salvador was immediately taken aback and his hand froze in the air. He quickly recovered and barked orders telling the men to drop all weapons. Knock Knock Her white knuckles tapped lightly on his window. He could see the smug smile on her red juicy lips. “Roll down the Windows” “Yes Boss” came the reply and the windows were rolled down. “Hi Mr Fiance, I'm sorry I scratched your car a little, don't be mad okay?” Alessia was taunting him. He saw the defiance in her eyes and Cazzo!, he was turned on by her sheer fearlessness and audacity.

I hold my hand up for her to stay quiet so I can finish. “ Long story short I had a concussion, a broken wrist, a few busted ribs, a nasty cut on my shoulder where a piece of metal went through my suit, and a fractured ankle. Overall I was lucky. I was stuck in the hospital for a week. Then Alric and Mac took me home along with Marcos. They all took turns taking care of me until I was better. While I was recovering there was an investigation. Normal for any wrecks on the track. My car was looked over with a fine-tooth comb and discovered that my power steering was tampered with. But after checking cameras and records they couldn’t figure out how it happen. And Frankenstein was totaled. I had

"I will stay with her forever. When she passes away, I will send her back to you." The person who had said this had changed. I drew closer to James and stared at his handsome face. I hated him as much as I loved him before. "I miss my home, James," I told him. "If you could keep your promise right now, maybe I wouldn't hate you so much." He did not hear me nor notice me. Impatiently, he kicked the hospital bed and snapped, "Stop pretending. It's just a little anesthetic. Do you need to sleep for so long? Get up. I made you get cosmetic surgery for your own good. Don't act like it's such a huge grievance."

"Don't worry, I can pay you." He nodded and stalked toward his own car, a '69 Dodge Charger. How she missed that beauty in the shadows she did not know. His car was what had originally drawn them together. She'd boosted it when she was twenty-three. He'd hunted it down at her shop before she got a chance to flip it. In return for her life, she'd had to boost three more cars and give him the profits. She'd gotten to know the weird psycho and his crew in the process. He fell a little in love with her, but she was able to keep him at arm's length. Thank goodness he lived in a different county. He was one scary son-of-a-bitch when he wanted to be.

“You want my story? Fine. I’ll give it to you.” I turned in his arms, looking up at him. “My real name’s Jackson Rivera. I grew up in foster care after my mom OD’d when I was nine. Bounced around until I was sixteen, then I ran. Lived on the streets, danced in underground clubs to eat. Learned fast that sex sells, but it also gets you hurt. Had a boyfriend once,Dylan. Sweet kid. We were gonna get out together. Marcus offered him a ‘private gig.’ Dylan never came back. Overdose. Official story. But I know better. Marcus sold him to some rich fuck who liked it rough. Too rough.”

Matheo hit the woman during the drizzling rain in the afternoon, and the speed of the car driven by Matheo hit her motorbike until it bounced away, and the woman lay unconscious in a coma for a week. And he went blind because of the accident. How guilty Matheo was because of that, because of his daily encounters with Adinda, the sorrow turned into joy and blossomed into love. "Huh, this is what I'm most afraid of. My children have grown up and chosen to go on their own." Morgan went down the stairs one by one to the living room, on an afternoon like this. Chatting with his children is a rare thing for Morgan to do. And this time, He wanted to fix it.