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Jenny, a 17 years old teenager. Finds love in an unexpected place but what happens when her best friend and her falls in love with the same guy. Find out

On my 18th round of IVF, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my husband and his secretary. Yvonne asked, "Babe, do you really have to have a baby with her? What about us?" Zayn explained, "Don't worry. I've already switched the eggs with yours. So, Candice will actually be carrying our child, and you won't have to suffer through pregnancy. When the child grows up, all the Summers fortune will be his!" I pretended I did not hear a word, focusing instead on raising the son I worked so hard to bring into this world. 18 years later, my son was celebrated as a "computer genius", and he returned home after earning his doctorate. I transferred all my shares and real estate to him without hesitation. That was when Zayn finally decided to come clean and said, "Candice, the truth is, Luca is actually mine and Yvonne's. Let's get a divorce, and it's time for Lucas to be reunited with his biological mother." I simply smiled and replied, "I agree to the divorce." After weaving this web for 18 years, it was finally time to reel it all in.

Thirty years ago, a progressive rock band called The Yellow Kings began recording what would become their first and final album. Titled “The Final Reconciliation,” the album was expected to usher in a new renaissance of heavy metal, but it was shelved following a tragic concert that left all but one dead. The sole survivor of that horrific incident was the band’s lead guitarist, Aidan Cross, who’s kept silent about the circumstances leading up to that ill-fated performance—until now. For the first time since the tragedy, Aidan has granted an exclusive interview to finally put rumors to rest and address a question that has haunted the music industry for decades: What happened to The Yellow Kings? The answer will terrify you. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

I died on the day I was supposed to marry Ryan Wolfe. When I didn’t show up on time, he angrily married his childhood sweetheart, Lorelei Floyd, instead, and publicly announced, “Alexis Harding cheated before our wedding and called it off herself!” The rumors crushed my mother, and she died from a heart attack right then and there. But Ryan seemed to have forgotten that he, in a fit of rage to defend Lorelei, slashed my arm and locked me in a basement for ten whole days. I begged him and pleaded for mercy, but all I got was his cold reply. “You’ll stay here for a while, so you can fully understand the pain you caused Lorelei. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll rid you of your wicked thoughts.” When he found my corpse, ravaged by maggots, he lost his mind.

WARNING: [R18] STORY WITH EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CONTENT She considered herself as Andrew's number one fan. Si Andrew Scott, isang sikat na actor at dito lamang umikot ang mundo ni Lana mula pagkabata. Pangarap niya itong makita at mayakap. Pangarap niya itong pakasalan. Pero hindi niya inakala minsan man na ang lahat ng pangarap at pantasya niya tungkol kay Andrew ay maaaring magkaroon ng mas nakakakilig pa palang mga eksena. Mas higit pa sa inakala niya.Hindi lang madali dahil magkaiba sila ng mundo, kaya napilitan siyang lumayo. Pero tunay nga na nagiging maliit ang mundo sa mga taong itinakda ng tadhana para sa isa't-isa. Dahil muli silang nagkita ng binata makalipas ang tatlong taon. At sa pagkakataong ito alam niyang wala na siyang magagawa pa, kundi ang ipakilala ang binata kay Andrea, ang anak nila na naging bunga ng isang gabing para kay Lana ay siyang katuparan ng matagal na niyang pag-ibig para sa hinahangaang artista.

Edward and I held our engagement party in Las Vegas. Everything seemed perfect—until someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. One of Edward's female coworkers looked me straight in the eye. "I am pregnant. It is your fiancé's baby." Laughter burst out around us. Everyone thought it was a joke—except Edward. After the trip, we returned home. He looked uneasy. "I'm the father of Juliet's baby," he admitted. "Don't overthink it. We were on a business trip and got too drunk with a client. We accidentally spent the night together. "She is from a British aristocratic family. Reputation matters a lot to her. She will never marry me. She only wants to have the baby and raise it alone." "So what are you saying?" I asked. "I am the father. I have to take responsibility. I will stay in the apartment I rented for her and take care of her pregnancy on weekdays, and come home on weekends. "Our wedding will be delayed. We will get married after the baby is borned." I gave a small smile. So he had it all planned out. He was just here to inform me. He let out a sigh of relief, picked up his Rimowa suitcase, and walked out without looking back. I wiped the tears off my face and began packing away all the memories of our relationship. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. The voice on the other end sounded messy and emotional. "Margot, I freaking love you. Don't marry him. Marry me instead." I froze for a second, then replied, "Okay."

"Aku ini temannya, 'kan?" Pertanyaan yang kukirim pada Jefri hanya berakhir centang dua berwarna abu-abu, entah memang belum dibaca atau dia tidak sudi membalas. "Kamu mau datang?" tanyaku lagi menyusul pesan yang tadi. "Aku sibuk kerja." Sedikit heran, mereka ini teman dekat tapi responnya seolah dia enggan datang di acara pernikahan temannya. 12 tahun. Selama itu dia menunggu, orang katanya cinta monyet tapi perasaannya sama sekali tidak lucu. Dalam diam, undangan virtual yang dikirim sepupunya itu mengiris dengan lembut lalu berubah ganas. Seolah ada yang dengan kejam mengatakan : Berhenti atau kamu akan semakin menyakiti hati sendiri.

The year I was at rock bottom, I took on three "conquest" missions. Number One was a tech prodigy. Number Two was a genius doctor. Number Three was a top dog in the legal world. Judging by how busy they all were, I thought that with some careful time management, handling all three would be a piece of cake. However, I forgot one thing. Three CEOs meant dealing with three difficult girlfriends. That morning, Number One CEO Eric's childhood sweetheart accused me of stealing her charm bracelet. Eric beat me, yelled at me, and made me stand all day. That afternoon, Number Two's Ron's girlfriend tore into me, figuratively ripping my kidney out. Ron warned me that he had only let me get close so I could serve as a stand-in for her. By evening, Number Three's Lance had his girlfriend taking secret photos of me and spreading rumors, and he told me to be gracious, saying she was "just joking." I could not take this nonstop 24-hour torture anymore, so I told the system, I quit. I want to go home. The system replied, "Quitting is simple. Just die in this world." I listened. However, after I executed my death escape, why did all three CEOs completely lose their composure?

When 24-year-old Lila Carter returns home for the summer, she expects an empty househer mother is away on a three-month cruise. Instead, she finds Julian Reyes, her mother’s dangerously handsome 39-year-old husband, the man who’s fueled her forbidden fantasies for years. With the house to themselves, the tension that’s been simmering since Julian married her mother finally ignites. Stolen glances turn into midnight swims, whispered touches become breathless, sheet-clenching nights, and every moan is caught on hidden cameras neither of them knew existed. They’re careful. Or so they think. One stormy night changes everything. One secret lens records it all. Soon, a faceless blackmailer has every explicit secondthe pool, the laundry room, the master bedand the price of silence is climbing fast. If Lila and Julian don’t pay, the first clip goes straight to her mother. Caught between scorching desire and the threat of total destruction, they’ll risk everything to keep their darkest fantasy alive… even if it means burning their old lives to the ground. A high-heat, age-gap, forbidden step-romance loaded with sneaking around, possessive passion, heart-pounding close calls, and sex so intense it’ll leave you aching for more.

While Alpha Leon danced with his assistant on the dance floor, I sipped wine with clients. To avoid offending anyone, I let his intoxicated self brush his cold hand against my thigh. Still, Leon never glanced at me. His attention was entirely on helping the assistant brush stray hair from her forehead, softly asking if she was hungry. When the banquet ended, the assistant complained of boredom, and Leon immediately whisked her away, leaving me behind for the next round of festivities. “The young shewolf’s been busy with work lately. I’m just taking her to relax. “You don’t like bars, so don’t follow us. “Also, I won’t be back tonight. We’ll postpone tomorrow’s marking to another day.” We’d been together for five years. Although he gave me the title of Luna, he never marked me. This was the ninety-ninth time Leon Gray had unilaterally canceled marking me. So, I nodded. Since he was always busy, perhaps this marking was unnecessary.