Free Ham Radio Study Guide Novels & Stories

Before the final match of the national championship, I received some devastating news. As the team captain, I was accused of having stimulants in my water. I was immediately disqualified from the competition and faced severe penalties, including the possibility of a lifetime ban. Amid the overwhelming boos and jeers from the audience, all I wanted was to prove my innocence to my girlfriend. When I called her, she said in mockery, “It’s just 300,000 dollars. You aren’t that broke, are you?” “You’ve already earned more than enough honors. If you’d let Ethan play earlier, I wouldn’t have had to pull this move. “He’s been diagnosed with cancer. He doesn’t have much time left. I had to make his last wish come true.” She had no idea that this match was not just any competition for me. It was my last before retirement. I wanted to win the championship. I wanted to propose to her. I also planned to reveal my identity as the heir of Everglory Group.

After Brielle Monroe believes she fell in love she discovers she actually fell into the hands of David Knightwood—a man she comes to fear for his ruthlessness —she’s stripped of her freedom and thrust into a gilded cage where obedience is survival. Just when Brielle begins to find slivers of safety and even twisted affection in David’s care, a devastating miscarriage shatters her spirit. Years pass in silence and shadow, until Brielle files for divorce, desperate to reclaim her life—but David refuses to let go without a fight. As secrets unravel and a final betrayal surfaces, Brielle learns her escape was never freedom at all—because the most dangerous prison isn’t built of walls, but of love laced with possession.

After being hurt by the two people she trusts the most, a one night stand seemed like the best option at the moment. Champagne has a lot going on to let anyone else in her life, but her emotions for the stranger keeping getting so intense for her to control. After that one night stand she never thought of seeing him again until he starts to figure out ways of being in her view. She doesn't want him on the outside but on the inside she's desperate to feel his touch again. What if his nothing like what she thought but far more dangerous than her troubles

A scarred wife. A hidden legacy. A love too costly to deny. To the world, Adrian Voss is untouchable—cold, ruthless, and devastatingly powerful. The billionaire CEO of Voss Enterprises has everything… except the one thing he hides behind locked doors. His wife. Scarred and scorned, Ava Voss lives in the shadows of her marriage. To society, she doesn’t exist. To Adrian’s glamorous mistress, Selene Monroe, she’s nothing but an obstacle waiting to be erased. And to Adrian’s cruel family, she’s a curse. But Ava carries two secrets no one expects— One that ties Adrian’s fragile empire to her name. And another growing inside her that will change everything. When betrayal rips her from Adrian’s house, Ava vanishes into silence—until the night she returns. Stronger. Radiant. Revealed as the hidden heiress of Sinclair Global, the very empire Adrian is desperate to claim. Now the man who once denied her will have to fight for her. For her heart. For their child. And for the love he was too proud to show. She was meant to be his shame. Instead, she will be his reckoning.

Valentine's Day. I was stuck on ER duty at Brighton City Hospital. Theodore Madoff, who was supposed to be working late, strolled in carrying his student—Cecilia Kuntzer. She had red marks everywhere and that smug little smirk. "Relax, Mrs. Madoff. Just stomach pain. Lucky me, Prof. Madoff rushed me here." Theo pushed me to treat her. Turns out? She was pregnant. From rough intercourse. And the dad? Theo. My husband. The same guy who'd sworn off kids with me for ten years. Felt like a punch to the gut. But I still saved her baby. Next day, she uploaded a video—ID in hand, cheesy PowerPoint, accusing me of malpractice. Claimed I killed her kid. Then Theo asked for a divorce. Priscilla—his mom—stormed the hospital, shrieking about her dead grandbaby. She brought a mob. All these "righteous" strangers who stabbed me to death. Right there in the ER. I died with my eyes wide open. Then—bam—I woke up. Valentine's Day. Again.

"I would do anything to have you back, even if it means fighting the Gods" Armando Russo, a name that struck fear into the hearts of many who crossed his path. He strode into the room with an air of confidence that demanded attention, his sharp Italian-cut suit exuding power and authority. His dark, piercing eyes were windows into a calculating mind, a mind that had made him a force to be reckoned with in the world of business and beyond. Weakness? He had none. Until she came into his life- the daughter of his business rival whom he despises the most. Aurora Vero, a name that conjured a different kind of aura in the world of high-profile events. She entered any room with a grace that was both captivating and commanding. Dressed in elegant couture, she wore her status as a badge of honour, but it was her charisma that truly set her apart. With a smile that could light up the darkest corners of a room, she exuded a warmth that belied the fierce spirit within. What happens when such two different personalities are forced to tie a knot? Will Armando accept Aurora as his wife or keep his resentment towards her forever ?

Xander Savage plays with footballs. Freya Woods plays with hearts. The other plays to win, one plays for fun. Xander is the campus football champion, gentle, gorgeous, misunderstood. Everyone thinks he’s a player, but he’s actually the only good boy in school. Freya is the campus play girl, bold, wild. When fate throws them together, sparks fly…Neither knows their souls have met before…long ago, in another life, where they loved passionately and broke disastrously. But this time? They’re destined to rewrite their ending…can they actually re write the stars? LOVE ME LIKE A CHAMPION is a reincarnation campus romance about a boy who loves too deeply and a girl who’s terrified to be loved.

My husband's childhood sweetheart is a fake heiress. She and I are abducted at the same time. But when my husband, a doctor, arrives at the scene of the abduction with a medical team, he chooses to save her first. My legs have been broken, and I struggle to stay afloat in the ocean. I'm on the brink of death, and I beg him to save me and the child in my belly. He merely looks at me. Before leaving, he almost generously helps me call 911. Then, he says, "It's disgusting that you're lying about being pregnant just to save yourself. I've repaid you for saving my life—come to the hospital later today to sign the divorce papers." After listening to his words, I remove the hearing aid from my right ear with a trembling hand.

As soon as I get off the surgical table after my miscarriage, my husband, Presley Quinn, sends me a text message. "You were ten cents short when you paid your share of the power bill this month. Transfer the money to me immediately." I can only sit on the cold bench in the hospital on my own. The anesthesia has yet to wear out, but my belly is already hurting so much that I can practically feel it constricting on itself. The next thing I know, a new post appears on my social media homepage. It's a post made by Vivienne Ashford, the intern Presley is in charge of tutoring. In the photo, Vivienne can be seen holding a bouquet of flowers folded from money bills. A bright and radiant smile blooms on her face. The four-leaf clover necklace adorning her neck is the same necklace I've seen in Presley's purchase history two days ago. The caption of the photo writes, "I don't want a lot of money. I want a ton of love instead." Only then do I remember that today is Valentine's Day as well as my fifth-year anniversary with Presley. Over the past five years, Presley and I have been splitting every single bill, down to two decimal places. If I take a shower for more than 20 minutes, Presley demands that I pay extra for the water heater's power bill. When I cook myself some supper in the middle of the night, Presley wants me to split the gas bill generated by the stove. Even when my mom is hospitalized due to kidney failure and is waiting for her surgical bills to be settled, Presley refuses to lend me a single cent. Instead, he sends me a few links leading to web loans. As I stare at the social media feed, I chuckle all of a sudden. It turns out that Presley does know how to spend money. It's just that he doesn't have the heart to spend it on me. I smile once again as I leave a like on the post. Then, I transfer the ten cents to Presley. From now on, I don't owe him any single penny.

My husband sponsored a poor female college student. While I was being dragged into an alley by a criminal, he was helping her pick out lingerie. While I was hospitalized with serious injuries, he used the money my mother left me to buy her a limited-edition handbag. I confronted him in a heated argument, but he accused me of being unreasonable. "I thought your injuries were so serious, but look—you didn’t even die! Besides, your money is my money. I’ll spend it however I want!"