Golden Freddy Standing Up

"Brielle, will you marry me?" With one knee to the ground, he asked the question that would change her life forever. Running away from her obsessed boyfriend, Brielle starts a new job at the Stones firm but when the CEO of the company asks her to marry him in front of top billionaires in the country, she says yes to avoid embarrassment. Brielle isn't ready for what is coming for her as their marriage turns into a battleground with new findings from her that change how her new husband sees her. Will she overcome this and what role will her poor parents play in all of these?

"We want you to accept the mate bond," Nate whispered seductively into my ears and my nipples hardened at the arousal I smelt from all of them. "Else you won't live here in peace," added Damon as his hands cupped my breast and I moaned out his name. "See, you are attracted to all of us. So why don't you accept us fast so that this can be more enjoyable?" Tiger purred, his hands spanking my ass that my erotic mind immediately pictured him doing that with his penis. Richmond didn't need to say anything for his actions delivered more than his words could ever do. His hands went into my thighs and he rubbed his rough fingers along my clit, feeling my wetness in his hands. "Prishy baby, you belong to us all and I'm ready to share you with my brothers." It was Duke who spoke then, his voice as gentle as that of a dove. He was the one who my heart had first drawn to but at this moment, I felt like they all meant same to me. And I knew that I was doomed without them. **** This is my first book please be nice. You will find errors so be warned. If after this warning and you still go ahead to read it, do not leave any bad comment because it hurts. So many readers love it regardless of it's errors ,so if u are up for it, go ahead!

I lucked out, securing a guaranteed admission spot at Westbridge University—the one the real heiress throws away. Nicole Stewart drops out for love and runs off with the school's bully, shattering what should've been her perfect life. Meanwhile, I'm branded a thief, accused of stealing her place. However, I fight my way up to become a powerhouse in business and even marry her childhood sweetheart, Spencer Lowe. Yet, at the peak of it all, I open my eyes to find myself back to graduation day of senior year, right when I'm filling out my choices of colleges. A live barrage of comments flashes before my eyes. "That fake heiress, Gloria Stewart, is nothing but a thief. She stole Nicole's life!" "In her last life, Nicole actually dropped out of school to start a business with some school bully. She even gave her childhood sweetheart, who was her fiance, to someone else! Ugh, she's so stupid and pathetic." "Good thing Nicole gets a second chance. This time, the real heiress has awakened, so let's just see how miserable that fake heiress who stole her life becomes!" I just smile at the scrolling insults. Sorry, but I carve my own path. Nicole can be reborn a hundred times, and she still can't stop me from rising to the top.

She’s not who he thinks she is. He never would’ve fallen for her if he knew the truth. All Bianca wanted was a quiet escape. A chance to mourn in peace before returning to a life in shambles after a public scandal. Pretending to be rising supermodel Britney O'Prey? Definitely not her smartest move. Especially not on Cupid’s Cove, the private island owned by tech billionaire and notorious playboy, Will Hunter. Every year, Will invites a hundred elite guests to his personal paradise, offering pleasure with no strings attached. Once on Cupid's Cove, he sets his sights on Britney. She’d be the face of his new airline. He’d get a one and done hook up. It should have been that simple. Until they meet. She’s not what he expected. Sinfully beautiful yes, but also fiery, witty, and clearly running from something. Far too complicated for the likes of him. He should’ve walked away. Instead, he welcomes the challenge. He wants her. Badly. When he finally seduces her, he’s convinced a one night stand will cure his obsession. He’s wrong. One night becomes two, then a month-long tryst neither of them can quit. But Bianca is hiding more than her identity. She's a broken hearted woman with nothing left to give. She told herself it was just a fling. He told himself she was just another fuck. Now he's falling fast... And she has no idea what to do. Because the woman he can't keep his hands off doesn't exist. Does she take a leap of faith and offer him the truth about who she is? Will he want the real woman behind the lie? Or was the fantasy all he ever truly loved?

My husband's first love, the woman he had once idolized, had left him for a powerful and influential school bully. Years later, she found herself in the midst of a bitter divorce and in need of a lawyer. And who else but my husband, now an accomplished attorney, ended up back in her orbit? As he moved toward her once more, I decided it was time to step aside. After all, there was no stopping someone determined to chase after a lost cause.

Louis Edward, the CEO of Phoenix Ed Corporation, learned that his wedded wife had been kidnapped by an unknown person. He rapidly recognized that the kidnapper was the same person who had previously murdered the girl he adored. Royal Edward, the mafia leader, was also informed of the disappearance of his sister-in-law, Phoebe Edward. He hurried to France right away to find a way to save his sister-in-law. Two brothers with disparate fortunes are shocked by a woman and decide to work together once more. Will Phoebe be released, or will she perish tragically, like her husband's ex-girlfriend... A tragic love story involving three people in which no one is really happy. All three appear to be imprisoned in the circle of love that be theirs. The three of them are drawn closer together by Phoebe's kidnapping, the harm from the past is progressively undone, and the three have the option of freeing each other?

Eager to get rid of her crush on her psychopathic professor, nineteen-year-old Azira Sidorov tries to reel him in by getting into trouble to get his attention. But what she never expected was Professor Blaine's dark, depraved ways to consume her whole. — Professor Blaine is psychotic. It's there in the ruthless ways he punishes students. It's there in his eyes. In his movements. And years spent observing him has made Azira Sidorov develop a soft spot for the hot, intimidating professor. Tired of holding back, she tries to reel him in by causing trouble so she could be close to him. But Professor Blaine is anything but human. He's a cold-hearted beast. When Azira wakes up the beast, he won't leave her alone. And maybe, just maybe, she likes the thrill of his whips. The harshness of his palm on her skin. The burn of his chains on her wrists. She should quit him before she ends up broken beyond repair. But Professor Blaine is an addiction. And he will consume her whole. Warning: This is a purely sadistic book. If you can't handle deep depravity, please don't read.

"I'm your destiny, Darryl. Your mate. Your golden wolf." "And that's exactly why I can't have you, Hazel." ------------------- Hazel returns to her hometown, hoping to reconnect with her childhood friend Darryl. But the brooding mysterious boy she hopes to connect with is nothing like the friend she remembers, but now someone who seems to despise her very existence. But fate has other plans - Hazel is Darryl's destined mate and a rare golden wolf, key to unlocking his true alpha powers. But claiming Hazel could mean her death. The ruthless rogue alpha Malachi, with a history of killing Darryl's loved ones, has returned. And he's not the only threat - Katrina, a jealous beta, and Lucian, Darryl's rival, will stop at nothing to keep them apart. As if that weren't enough, Hazel learns she holds the key to breaking an ancient curse - one that requires the ultimate sacrifice. Will Darryl risk everything to be with Hazel? Can Hazel embrace her destiny as a golden wolf without losing herself? And when the time comes, will she choose love or sacrifice to save those closest to her?

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

A car accident leaves me unconscious for a full three years. When I wake up, my family bursts into tears of joy. They care for me with the utmost attention. But from their behavior, I sense something is wrong. There are women's clothes in the house that don't fit me. My mother's shopping cart is filled with mysterious baby items. My father's friends send congratulatory messages about a new child, and my husband is always working overtime. When my husband once again leaves me alone under the pretext that there is something urgent at the company, I secretly follow him. Inside a warmly decorated house, my parents and husband sit around a table. A woman who looks almost exactly like me is holding a baby just a few months old, gently coaxing the child to call my husband "Daddy".