Goku Talk

As I was about to leave my brother’s restaurant, the female manager stopped me. "Miss, excuse me, but you haven’t paid your bill." I looked at the unfamiliar face and thought that she was probably new and didn’t recognize me, so I explained politely, "Just put it on the owner’s tab. He knows me." The manager shot me a disdainful look. "Miss, this is a Michelin three-star restaurant. We don’t let just anyone run up a tab." She handed me a printed bill. I glanced at it. Fifty thousand dollars for one meal. Three thousand for tableware maintenance, five thousand for exclusive air purification, ten thousand for a VIP mood-calming service fee, and a bunch of other ridiculous charges. I didn’t even know my brother’s place was such a scam. I couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. "I’m the owner’s sister. If there’s a problem, tell him to talk to me at home." But she just wouldn’t drop it. "If you can’t afford it, stop acting like you can. And don’t act like you know Mr. White, either." I fired off a quick text to my secretary. 【Tell my brother to either fire this manager or I’m pulling my investment.】

My sister and I married into wealthy families at the same time and became glamorous society wives. She had been childhood sweethearts with her husband, a CEO who was admired and respected by all. On the surface, their marriage was harmonious and respectful. But three years after the wedding, she got drunk one night and tearfully confessed to me. "Carrie… he's seeing someone else. He even has a love child now. They've been together longer than we've been married. He's been lying to me all this time. I'm just a joke to him." My eyes burned, brimming with unshed tears. "Actually… Kai's cheating too. He even bought his mistress a luxury car." We cried together all night. Gradually, our sorrow slowly turned into cold, clear resolve. "I don't want that bastard anymore, Carrie." "It's okay, Rachel. If you're walking away, I am too. I don't want my scumbag husband either." After a long talk, we made our final decision: Since this life wasn't working, we'd disappear. We'd leave it all behind and vanish without a trace.

At the company holiday party raffle, I'd barely stepped on stage when my superior, Victor Grant, shoved a crumpled slip into my hand. "Special prize for our top sales guy. Go on, open it. Let's show everyone." All eyes were on me as I unfolded it. Scrawled across the paper: [VIP janitor status unlocked—every toilet in the company, three days.] The room lost it—laughter everywhere. Victor crossed his arms, grinning. "Fair, right? Everyone knows you climbed the ranks hooking up with rich cougars. Gotta avoid hard feelings for the others, yeah? While the rest of us take a break, you can get busy. You're not gonna back out, are you?" The crowd cracked up. My girlfriend—and CEO—Rachel Sullivan stood off to the side, watching. Didn't say a word. Everyone waited for me to explode. Instead, I just nodded. Next day, over 300 refund requests hit. Cash flow flatlined. Victor and Rachel begged me to talk the buyers down. I shrugged. "Nah. Don't wanna save the company and make my performance too good. That'd just cause more ' hard feelings,' right?"

I've been in a coma for six months after a car accident. When I finally wake up, the first thing I hear is something sloppy in my hospital ward. My girlfriend, Quinn Simpson, is in here. She's kissing Chad Scott, her true love. Chad looks uneasy as he glances at me every few seconds. "Quinn, don't do this. I heard coma patients can still hear things. If Mateo hears us—" Quinn scoffs, completely unbothered. "So what? He's a vegetable. Probably won't wake up for the rest of his life. It's better this way, isn't it? Didn't you say you liked living on the edge?" They talk trash about me right in front of my face. I can even feel the contempt in Quinn's eyes. When the two of them finally leave, they don't notice the effort it takes for me to crack my eyes open. But the nurse who walks in next does. She sees it immediately and slams the emergency button. Once I start regaining strength, the first thing I do is send a message to my parents. "Mom, Dad, I'll do the arranged marriage."

Asher and Malachi Wild, identical twin Vampire Princes, and second in line for the throne, are having some minor business troubles. Mystery crates are being moved using their import-export business, in shipments both into and out of the country. They don't know who, or why, or how it's happening. They get frustrated and go for a drive to clear their heads, and end up at a pub. A mysterious red-headed bartender catches their eye, for more than one reason. She's impressive, in all the right ways. Curves for days, strong, mysterious, and able to kill a nearly seven foot tall man while barely breaking a sweat. Now if they could just get her to talk to them and give them her name... Eliza Wellsong, Head of the Assassin's Guild for England. There are one and a half-thousand people under her command, and she's half-forced to take a night off by her second in command. She goes to the local pub to help out her friend, the owner of the pub, Molly, instead. Then the two princes walk in, and they just can't keep their eyes off her. She's confused, she's fat, and not that pretty, what the fuck is up with them? But then they're kind to her, and honest. It's a nice change of pace, and they're handsome enough, maybe she should let them in?

Riley Hart doesn’t believe in fated mates, power hierarchies, or playing nice. Especially not with the arrogant, insufferable Alpha-in-waiting of Crescent City — Jaxon Vale. After being exiled from her former pack for reasons she refuses to talk about, Riley is content hiding among humans, living a quiet life as a barista with a biting sense of humor and a fierce independence. But when an attack forces her to shift in public, Riley’s secret is blown wide open — and she finds herself dragged into the powerful Vale Pack’s territory under Alpha law. Jaxon Vale is everything Riley hates — dominant, cocky, used to control. He doesn’t trust rogue wolves, especially not ones with hidden scars and biting sarcasm. But when a string of brutal, magical attacks starts targeting young werewolves across the city, Riley’s mysterious past might be the only key to stopping them. Forced into an uneasy alliance, Riley and Jaxon clash at every turn — until their rivalry simmers into something more dangerous: desire. As secrets unravel, trust is tested, and enemies close in, they’ll have to decide whether their bond is just a twist of fate… or the beginning of something worth fighting for. Because in Crescent City, wolves don’t fall in love — they survive it.

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Damien Lancaster, the cold and ruthless heir to a billion-dollar empire, has spent years plotting his revenge against Selene Carter—the woman he believes ruined his life. Damien and Selene were once lovebirds, so much in love they couldn't do without each other. They met at a business party. Years later, the lovers who were once the talk of the town became the laughingstock. Damien's business crumbled, and he was back to square one. The moment his business collapsed was also when Selene vanished without a trace. He began to believe she was behind his downfall—and she wasn’t there when he needed her most. Years later, Damien is now successful. He meets Selene again—she’s doing all kinds of jobs, struggling to survive. Damien approaches her with one motive—revenge. He tries to lure her in, but she resists. When an opportunity arises, he forces her into a fake marriage to secure a deal and restore his image. Selene, drowning in debt and legal trouble, has no choice but to sign. The contract: no love, a time limit, and total control. But as emotions resurface and secrets unravel, Damien finds himself falling for the woman he swore to destroy. Their twisted love faces betrayal, secrets, pregnancy—and a dangerous threat.

Isabelle Bradly has had a secret crush on the school's hottest badboy, Kyle Westley who mysteriously wants to nothing to do with the female gender even though he's not gay, he has a bitchy girlfriend, Kaylee Roy, the Queen Bee of Ivory High, he doesn't like her not to talk of love because their past. There's a reason why he has zero interest in girls but that didn't stop them from wanting him. What happens when he gets drawn to Isabelle, a girl he never noticed, he can't explain why, he feels she's his human mate but he can't prove that to her. Humans. What happens after she clocks Eighteen and on full moon, she discovers she's a werewolf and realizes her crush is too but not just one but an Alpha. They get closer than ever after he imprinted on her but this Alpha already has Kaylee as he's Luna but she's not his mate. This love triangle turns into something when Kaylee decides to kick Isabelle out of the picture by digging up dark secrets that will jeopardize Kyle's and Isabelle's relationship. Their love story turns into forbidden romance when secrets from the past are finally revealed and it leaves everyone in shock and dilemma.

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.