Going Home Quotes

Scarlett Grey was initially just a young college graduate unaware of the truth surrounding her birth. She leaves her home in Canberra and arrives on a tour to Birmingham city with her bosom friend only to discover too suddenly, the reality that she was the legitimate daughter of a billionaire tycoon. Faced with a new family that wasn't willing to accept her, she fights to fulfil her dead mother's desires amidst the chaos. However, the weight of responsibility seemed too much of a burden to her and she eventually finds herself torn between two men whose presence were of great importance to her life. As the battle for power and love intensifies between her and her half-siblings, Scarlett had vowed to never stop in her taste for revenge amidst it all. She was going to stop at nothing, protecting what was hers and securing the legacy of her late mother. And she doesn't plan to stop just at that, for she must make sure she brings havoc to the one who destroyed her family's chance at attaining happiness. And until she's gotten her perfect revenge, the fight must go on...

Elizabeth Bell, acting Luna of the Moon Tides pack, is shocked to find herself at the mercy of their near neighbour, Alpha Byron, a TV celebrity who leads the shifters from Wild Horses. And all because her brother, Richard, whose gambling is out of control owes him a huge debt. When he sends some of his men to fetch her to his home on the edge of the desert she doesn't rebel, thinking of her pack members and the promise she made to her late parents to always put them first. Spending time with the rich Alpha is an eye-opener in more ways than one, the mate bond unlooked for and surprising because of the nature of her wolf. Byron swears her to secrecy, informing her she may be in danger. Alphas have been going missing all over the territory, including his sister's husband and, possibly now, her brother. A Lycan appears to be the mastermind behind it and, when Alpha Byron is abducted, Liz must do everything she can to stop the destruction of werewolf society, even if this means pretending she is in love with him. Will their relationship survive her sacrifice? And could this be the end of independence for the packs?

Valerie is a Beta wolf who had everything going on well for her until she came home one night to find her parents brutally murdered. Her world turned upside down from that night. Her mate rejects her, and she is accused by the Pack's council of being responsible for the death of her parents. Because of that, she is demoted to the rank of an omega and subjected to daily torture. Two days to her 18th birthday, she is sold off to a vicious alpha Victor to be his breeder. There at Alpha Victor's Pack, her fate didn't become much better in any way as he derives pleasure from seeing Valerie in pain. But then, as tough as alpha Victor may be, the disruptive feeling of tenderness towards Valerie crept up on him and he finds himself falling for the demoted omega he so much despised. What happens when Valerie finds out that alpha Victor might have a hand in the death of her parents? Why did alpha Victor despise Valerie so much to the point of wanting her dead? How does she navigate the much planned route of revenge for the death of her parents?

Jasmine Hunt is vacationing with her parents in South Pointe, Miami, for one last weekend together before she goes away to college. Zain Perez is a college senior on a full-ride baseball scholarship to USC, home for the summer. What neither of them know is that their lives are about to change forever. Jasmine is from an affluent family in Maine who wants her to date young men from society. Zain is from a Cuban family who wants him to meet a nice Cuban girl and settle down. They both made promises to their families that they intend to keep but can’t deny their attraction. Jasmine promised her mother that she would wait to sleep with a man until she was married. But Zain comes up with a solution: Get married Friday and divorced Monday, while having the time of their lives for just one incredible weekend before going back to college. Sounds like a plan. But what was supposed to be a casual liaison ends up being their heart’s desire. Join Jasmine and Zain as they learn what it is to sacrifice for the good of family. But will their love be the ultimate sacrifice? Just One Weekend is a novel of a first love so epic that neither of them can forget… or deny.

Today is Lia's 28th birthday and found herself bidding for a man to take her virginity! "The bidding for him will start now!" the MC announced on the side. “29 thousand!” A woman screamed. "29 thousand, going twice, going trice, is there no one going to fight?" The MC asked. Lia didn't know what was going through her mind to raise her hand, "30 thousand!" She shouted before the bidding was closed. "30 thousand, the bidding is close! You'll have one hot night with him!"

Nelly had been fated to her alpha, Luthan, for as long as she can remember. At a young age, Nelly had lost her parents and was saved by Luthan. He claimed it was an accident as he picked her up, took care of her and made her his own, Nelly was with him because she owed him her life. Their relationship had been going quite well until a few years ago when Luthan faced opposition from members of his pack. He changed drastically. He came home drunk and sometimes aggressive, beating and injuring Nelly and the only child she had for him. One night, he came home drunk and attacked Nelly. She tried to defend herself and In a bid, set him ablaze. In a bid to save himself, Luthan sets his only child ablaze. The child is burnt alive. Nelly is devastated and runs away in shock. She runs to a nearby ttown where she meets Bruce. Bruce offers her comfort and she finally experiences what love really is Nelly soon finds out that Bruce was a werewolf hunter who had just retired before she met him and his last job led to his left hand's amputation. She digs deeper and discovers the possibility that Bruce may be responsible for her parent's death. But if Bruce was a mercenary, who hired Bruce to kill her parents and why? One night, she is all alone trying to clear her head when someone or something tries to kill her.Luthan saves her. Luthan has now come back crawling, a changed man. He is once again the rightful alpha of the pack and wants to make things right with Nelly. Will she ever forgive Luthan? Did Bruce kill her parents? Who will she pick? And who wanted her and her parents dead?

The Mad Donna He Never Really Married For three years, I was Donna of the rising Valenti family. One day, Enzo was holding a meeting at a private cigar club. I worried about his stomach issues, so I went to bring him his usual antacids. Standing outside the private room, I heard his men laughing. “Don Enzo, are you really going to keep Clara hidden away at the Silver Lake villa forever?” “That mad Moretti heiress in the main house is still parading around as Donna of the Valenti family.” Enzo rubbed the bridge of his nose and scoffed. “If she hadn’t taken a bullet to the head for me and gone insane, and if I hadn’t desperately needed her family’s capital, I never would have married a woman with no blood ties to the life.” “But Clara is my legal wife. The family trust, the marriage certificate at City Hall, it’s all in her name.” “Stella’s just a plaything I keep at the main house. Once Clara gives birth to an heir, I’ll bring her home for good.” My knuckles turned white as I squeezed the small box of medicine, the cardboard crumpling in my hand. He had exchanged blood oaths and rings with me in the church, yet it was Clara who had signed the papers at City Hall. He played me for a fool, all to keep Clara’s reputation clean. Clutching the box, I turned and melted back into the shadows. He had no idea my sanity had returned three days ago. He would never guess I had already sent an encrypted message to my brother, who runs a business empire from our home in Solaria, far across the sea. I was done with this goddamn Valenti title.

My father died of esophageal cancer. For the final two years of his life, he could barely swallow anything. By the time he passed, he was nothing but skin and bones. The first New Year after his death, he came to my mother in a dream. "I'm starving," he said. "I just want to taste the thick-cut steak you used to make." My mother believed it without question. That very day, she pan-seared a large platter of steak and carried it to his grave. The next morning, she suffered a sudden heart attack and died on the spot. Devastated, I handled my mother's funeral together with my husband. That same night, my husband dreamed of my father as well. "Chester," he said, "I haven't eaten in so long. I want your pâté, served with some strong liquor." When my husband woke up, he bought the finest liver pâté, opened a bottle of single-malt whiskey, and went straight to the grave. However, not long after returning home, he collapsed from acute liver failure. He was rushed to the ICU and died three days later. I was on the brink of collapse myself. I left my daughter in the care of a close friend while I tried to handle the endless wave of tragedy. That evening, my daughter never came home from school. I searched everywhere, and finally, on the road to the cemetery, I found her. She was clutching a bowl of spicy stew, several grilled sausages floating in the broth. "Mom," she said, "Grandpa and I used to eat this all the time. I dreamed he said he was hungry." I finally lost it. I knocked the bowl from her hands and carried her home. That night, my father appeared in my dream once more. "I suffered so much while alive," he said. "Have some pity on me. "New Year's is coming. I want to come home for a meal. Make sure you cook fish." I woke in terror. Holding my daughter, I sat before the three framed portraits for two full days without eating or drinking. On New Year's morning, I realized she was no longer breathing. Clutched tightly in her hand was a packet of spicy dried salmon. I could not believe it. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my mother, her eyes red with worry, said she was going out to buy steak.

One year ago, my husband Killian came back home accusing me of poisoning him, with his childhood sweetheart in his arms. It was terrifying. Because what started off allegedly, became my cold reality with that awful text. “Have you gone through with it, Tamara? Our flight is at noon,” This made Killian even more hostile, he treated me with so much contempt, he broke my heart into shreds in his quest for vengeance. Fed up, I asked for a divorce but to Killian it was one big joke. He has every means to keep me in this marriage and I know it. But screw it, and screw him! I had plans, work, make money and get myself out unscathed. But then fate decided to throw me another curved ball… I got pregnant, and Killian was the only possible father. **** Damon Blackwood is in dire need of an heir. A womb to carry his baby to term in exchange for a million dollars. One thrilling encounter and he knew he had found the one. Hazel Simpson, insanely mouthwatering, and ridiculously beautiful, smart mouth and a gorgeous body. But she lacks one thing. Money. Out of sheer desperation, Hazel responds to an ad through a co-worker, a huge sum for a secret surrogate mom. But who says rules are meant to be obeyed? Damon wants more, her womb, her body and her soul. All of her. What happens when Hazel discovers it was all a trap from the onset. **** “Have you forgotten that I'm just a divorcee, a broken woman incapable of love, Seb?” I ask him breathlessly, staring into his eyes. “I'm going to stitch your heart, Melanie. I'm going to make you want me,” Sebastian takes my ear into his mouth and nibbles it gently, sending shivers down my spine.

Lucia I'd lost my parents at a young age, been tossed from one abusive chaotic home to the other until I'd finally decided I couldn't take it anymore and had run away. Only running away had made it worse. **** I'd been stripped to almost nothing because of my stubbornness. My upper body was left uncovered and my breasts were on display, though that was the least of my problems. A tear escaped my eyes then and I watched it fall down to my chest and slide down my exposed breast. I turned to wipe my face with my arm but it barely worked. I was hot and sweaty. My eyes went back to the crowd and my gaze fell on someone sitting at the back. For a second, I forgot how my lungs worked. Bruno Inheriting a ruthless top mafia gang at a very young age did a lot of damage to someone. It certainly did a whole lot of damage to me. Fucked me up so bad I could no longer tell what was right from what was wrong. I didn't give a flying fuck what anyone thought about it. It was who I was now and there was no going back. At least that was what I'd thought. Seeing her up there, hands tied above her head as she waited for whatever asshole was going to buy her at the auction caused some kind of reaction in me. It was enough to tell me that I should probably let someone else buy her so she could be their problem. Unfortunately I'd never been one to stop myself from making a wrong decision. So I bought her anyway. And who would have guessed? She turned out to be the best decision I'd ever made.