Framework Of Thinking Novels & Stories

Freya was drunk, heartbroken, and falling apart after discovering she was adopted and that the only family she had ever known was using her. He was warm and solid and she let herself disappear into one night with him. By dawn she was gone with a new name, new life, and no looking back. Then seven years later, she walks into an Alpha's estate pretending to be someone else, desperate for prize money to pay off the debt she took on searching for the baby stolen from her. Across the ballroom floor stood the stranger from that night, who they now called Alpha. He just does not know she is that woman who disappeared before morning seven years ago. And Freya also has no memory of his face at all. Freya is thinking one thing: why does the Alpha’s daughter bear a similar birthmark to her stolen child? But she holds her thought when a mate contract is slammed in front of her.

To save my father-in-law, I donated a kidney—but on the very day I was discharged, she didn't hesitate for a second to shove me into the guest room. "Those centipede-like scars are disgusting. Don't show yourself to me again!" In the dead of night, my wound tore open. I collapsed into a pool of blood, dialing her number 100 times, desperate for help. She hung up every single time. Meanwhile, the master bedroom echoed with Theo Reynold's low, passionate growls. In that instant, every ounce of strength drained from me. When I was admitted to the hospital, I held the military medal my mother had left me on her deathbed. That was when I remembered the woman even the mayor bowed to when she walked into a room. Without thinking, I dialed the long-forgotten number. "Commander Jennings, you once said you owed my mother a debt of gratitude. Now… I want you to marry me."

Enid, a secret billionaire who lost his parents at a tender age with only his grandfather's support who guided him to take over the company, secretly. But one day he announced his retirement thinking he would have to take on the responsibility of the company, he had being managing behind the shadows all this while. But his grandpa suddenly revealed that he had arranged a marriage with a renowned CEO in England, 20 years ago and he was to travel there to live with the arrogant Gay man. He refused, because he is straight, but his grandfather promised him that if after 12 months and he doesn't have feelings for him, he would gladly call off the engagement. He had always stayed in the countryside with his grandfather and managed the company from the background, and this made the fiancee family thought he was just a country bumpkin since her family background wasn't revealed. Not knowing he was a also a billionaire, in disguise.

My husband is a whore and a powerful politician running for Governor he has a flawless public image. But behind closed doors, I’m the wife who cleans up scandals, swallows betrayal, and signs my name under his ambition. I gave up my Law career to protect his, learned to ignore the women, to stay quiet thinking I could save my marriage until I couldn’t. Then his intern moved into his orbit. Young. Dangerously hot and Off-limits . What starts as an affair turns into a secret that could destroy a marriage, a campaign, and more than one life. This isn’t a love story. And it isn’t what people expect from a political marriage gone wrong. It’s about what happens when a woman who has spent years cleaning other people’s messes finally makes one of her own. Everybody thinks they know how this story goes they don’t

I left Seaport for Crellan, thinking I was about to marry Bryson. Instead, I got drugged and kidnapped on our engagement day. Barely conscious, I caught him talking to his assistant. "Doctor and kidnappers—handled?" Bryson said. "Get her kidney. Lily's out of time." The assistant wavered. "She's not in great shape. This could ruin her." That gave Bryson a flicker of guilt—but it vanished quick. "She's not fragile like Lily. She's a broke student. If her kidney didn't match, she wouldn't be living like this. That's worth it." His face stayed ice-cold. I clenched my fist so hard my nails dug in, blood pooling in my mouth. So that was true Bryson—a monster in disguise. He thought I wanted to sell my health for some empty marriage. Too bad I never wanted it.

Jayla Jacobs is a high school student with average scores, she's the quiet kid and doesn't have any friends since everyone thinks of her as the freak of the school. Max Black is the new popular guy who is arrogant and selfish but little did they know that the popular boy is hiding a dark, mysterious secret that Jayla is determined to pierce his secret. "I know what you are thinking right now so don't even fucking go in there." He snapped coldly, just enough to make her scared. "Brother you shoul--" "Shut the fuck up! She's not your mate, is she?!" He snarled in his naked form, only wearing shorts to cover his private part. "She's human Max!" Giovanni yelled. "She's my fucking mate, mine!" He growled and jumped on Giovanni, punching him on his face, Giovanni couldn't defend himself since he's the Alpha.

She's my best friend's sister, which meant she was off-limits. But I could never keep my distance, because I had always wanted Mia. I tried hard to resist my feelings for her, yet, I couldn't. So, I walked away, thinking it was the right thing to do. Now, ten years later, I've made a name for myself. I’m a billionaire with everything I ever dreamed of—except for one thing: Mia. When I see her again, she’s not the shy girl I once knew. No, she’s confident, strong, and still the one person who has the power to make me lose control. However, she’s also cold and distant, treating me like just another client, a stranger. She has every reason to hate me. But this time, I’m not walking away.

On the first day of classes, my roommate gives me a crystal bracelet as a welcome gift. Without thinking, I quickly adorn it around her mother's wrist. In my past life, my roommate wanted to be a social butterfly. She was determined to have a hundred boyfriends by the time she graduated. But no matter how reckless she was, she never ended up conceiving. On the other hand, I kept getting pregnant and having countless miscarriages. But unlike her, I had never been in a relationship. The entire university mocked me, labeling me promiscuous and shameless. During my 66th miscarriage, I died on the operating table from severe bleeding. It was only after death that I realized the crystal bracelet my roommate gave me had somehow linked our wombs together. As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized I had gone back to the first day of the semester.

" Believe me, Hazel, I never for once stopped thinking about you " he breathed in my ears while thrusting into me " ahhh...hhh, fuccckk, Dunlop " I moaned ***************** The day Hazel divorced her billionaire husband after she found out that he cheated on her with her best friend was the same day she found out that she was pregnant. She decides to move away from her billionaire husband to a new city to raise her baby. She found a new job, a new life, a new everything. She even starts an affair with her billionaire CEO boss. Everything goes well until her little boy brings a friend back from school who happens to be the son of her ex-husband. Which of the billionaire men will Hazel choose? Will she rekindle her love for her ex-husband or will she continue with her boss who was always there for her? Will her son's friendship with her ex-husband's son cause problems?

As the male lead, Henry Johnston, forces himself on me, a row of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Henry is about to misunderstand and think Aria drugged him! The angst is about to begin!" "I'm thrilled just thinking about Henry regretting dearly after Aria dies!" "Keep up the act, Henry. After she dies, you'll be hugging her corpse and crying every day." That is when I realize that I am the tragic female lead in a story where I am destined to be tormented until I die. The readers treat my death as a highlight to push the plot forward. They are counting down to my death. As I look at Henry, who is panting on top of me, anger courses through me. I grab a table lamp and smash it into him, killing him on the spot. Who says that the one who dies in a toxic romance story must always be the female lead?