Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Dorm Room

My name is Samantha Lane. I've forgotten to pay the taxes, and the company's accounts are now frozen. I'm not panicking, but my husband's foster sister, Zoey Quinn, is losing her mind. In my previous life, Zoey was the one who suggested using her summer bonus to take the entire company on a trip to Slarqia. What I didn't expect was that her supposed generosity would drain every cent from the company's account. As a result, the company's cash flow collapsed, and I was left buried under hundreds of millions in debt. When I went to her to ask for the money back, she leaned smugly against my husband's chest and said, "Samantha, I only spent a few tens of millions. How could that bankrupt the company? Don't be so dramatic!" My husband, Harry Jennings, glared at me with his face twisted in anger. "Samantha, the company's money is marital property. I agreed to let Zoey spend it. Back off, alright?" I wanted to report it to the police, but they abducted me and smuggled me out of the country. I ended up being tortured to death. When my coworkers heard the news, they actually cheered. They said I had it coming, like some heartless capitalist had finally gotten her karma. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Zoey is inviting everyone on a trip to Slarqia.

Arya stealthily walks towards her boyfriend’s room in the middle of her room with a cake in her hand – it’s his birthday, and she wants to make sure she is the first person to wish him a happy birthday. Arya, believing her presence is going to be the only surprise, is met with a bigger shock when she finds her boyfriend in bed with not just any other woman, but her stepsister. When Arya’s family gives her the ultimate betrayal by being on the side of her stepsister and arranging a quick marriage with the son of a bankrupt businessman for their selfish benefit, she is left with nothing but the broken pieces of her heart to mend, she is let in on a secret being kept by her husband, and things start to fall into place. When her family turns around and tries to convince her to do their bidding, Arya makes sure to exact her revenge on every one of them. But her family is not one to give up on what they want, and they will do anything to get Arya’s husband on their side – including putting Arya’s life on the line.

“Fifty Thousand dollars, going once.” The words echo through the room, cold and final, as Bianca realizes her fate is no longer her own. Desperation has led her to a place where lives are reduced to bids, and freedom has a price tag. Just before the gavel can fall, a single voice cuts through the silence, calm, powerful, and undeniable. “Twenty Million.” The room freezes. The highest bid belongs to Stefano De Luca, a man whose wealth is limitless, whose influence is feared, and whose intentions are never questioned. Sold to a man who treats power like a weapon and emotions like weakness, Bianca is forced into a contract that binds her to a world of luxury, control, and dangerous secrets. What begins as a transaction soon becomes a battle of wills, where lines blur between possession and protection, fear and desire. In a world where everything has a price, Bianca must decide whether she is merely something that was bought or the one thing Stefano De Luca never intended to lose. But what if he never intended to set her free at all?

Eunice was happy when she married the man she loved, but she was also having a hard time dealing with him. Despite this, she cared for him and endured everything, as they had gotten married for the sake of their parents' wishes and their company. She hoped that one day her husband would learn to love her and accept their marriage, but she was wrong; he paid more attention to his ex than to her. One night, Eunice was surprised to see her husband standing in front of her room drunk. He suddenly pulled her into the room, and they had sex. She gave herself to him even though he was drunk. A month later, Eunice found out she was pregnant. Afraid that her husband would not believe her and would reject their child, she chose to stay away and walked away without saying anything about her pregnancy. A few years later, Eunice returned with their child. If their paths crossed again and destiny reunited them, what would Eunice do? Would she tell the truth that they have a child, or would she choose to keep it a secret?

Luke Von Aleister had just become a billionaire when his friend/rival, out of jealousy, drugged him and an unknown woman in the same room where they had intercourse. Luke was unaware, until his wedding day when a strange woman arrived, pregnant with his child. This caused the bride and her family to withdraw from the wedding. A shotgun marriage took place instead.

"Doctor, hurry up and examine me." Inside the consultation room, a stunning woman was laying face down on the bed. She raised her hips toward me and asked me to examine her condition, but I wasn't a doctor. Just as I was about to refuse, she pulled down her pants to reveal her fair, smooth back. Who could possibly resist that?

Colleen Caddell is broke, jobless, and at the verge of being thrown out of her house. Desperate as she was, she conned her way into a program run by the infamous Andre Lourdes. But when she becomes the number one suspect in the murder case of his mother, Colleen has to explain to Andre, and the whole world, what she was doing in the room minutes after Camilla Lourdes was shot dead.

After the evening study session, I was just about to return to the dorm when my first boyfriend, the school's valedictorian and undisputed top student, suddenly tore across the courtyard toward me. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and, in full view of a crowd of stunned students, dragged me into a frantic run toward the front gates. I exclaimed, "Julian, have you lost your mind? Graduation's six months away. Are you really trying to run off with me now?" I struggled the whole way, twisting and pulling against him, but his grip never loosened. "Autumn, don't ask any questions. Just come with me. Hurry!" he said, his voice trembling with panic. We fled the school, jumped into a taxi in the middle of the night, and rushed to another city, where we checked into a rundown budget motel. Arms folded and brow furrowed, I glared at him. "So you hauled me out of school like a lunatic just to hole up in a cheap motel?" His cheeks turned bright red. He flailed his hands in frantic denial, then thrust a phone into my hands. I barely had time to unlock the phone and start dialing my parents before a breaking news alert flashed across the screen. My eyes locked on the screen, and I went rigid with shock. The headline reported, 'Mass Death at Blackwood High: All 5,000 students and faculty found dead last night after experiencing catastrophic bleeding. Only two students who skipped the study session survived.' I looked up at Julian in horror. He was staring at the screen too, his face white as paper, cold sweat running down his forehead. "You knew, didn't you?" I asked. "What the hell is going on?"

"You know this is wrong," I whispered. Lucas looked at me the way he always does right before he closes the distance between us. "Yeah," he said. "I know." He kissed me anyway. We are stepbrothers. Our parents sleep down the hall. Every single thing about this is a disaster waiting to happen. But Lucas Hart has been living in the room next to mine for four months, and somewhere between the late nights and the secrets and the way he looks at me like I am the only person in the room who is actually real to him, this started feeling like the only thing that was real. I was not supposed to fall for him. He was not supposed to want me back. We told ourselves we would stop. We lasted four days. Now the walls are closing in. People are starting to notice. Our parents are happy and we are about to destroy everything they built. But I have spent my whole life disappearing to make other people comfortable. Lucas is the first thing I have ever wanted to keep.

In the dead of this frozen apocalypse, the shelter's fusion core was on the verge of overload. I grabbed my repair kit and sprinted for the basement, only to have the guard captain's girlfriend, Miranda Dunn, step right into my path. "Everyone, come look! Zach’s about to dump poison into the vents. He's gonna kill us all!" Her voice cut through the air as she shrieked. "I didn’t approve a private room for him two days ago, and now, he wants us all dead!" The guards didn't bother asking questions. They slammed me hard against the freezing metal door. "Zach, are you going to kill us all over a room? We're taking you in for interrogation!" I stared at the control panel, its readings spiking into the red, and shouted, "If the core blows up, none of us will make it out alive!" But they were too busy trying to impress Miranda and brushed off my warning, thinking I had lost it. Nineteen minutes remained before the core exploded.