Harry X Susan Fanfiction

Dynamic Diary of Tee tells the true life story of an African girl who found herself in the world without a real family. She managed to maneuver her life into the city from the ghetto through a means that was only possible for the female gender. She later derailed due to her insatiable desire for material things and got in the hands of a deadly Mafia who had a morbid past that began to hunt him just immediately Tee came into his life.

In the third year of Michelle Lowe’s relationship with Sigmund Lloyd, the man she had been financially supporting, her family went bankrupt. To save the company, her father tried to force her into an arranged marriage. That very night, she packed up everything she owned, ready to elope with Sigmund. However, when she arrived at the exclusive club where he worked, she saw him elegantly socializing with powerful guests. His refined manners and quiet confidence made him look nothing like the poor young man she’d been supporting for the past three years.

My fiancee gets drunk the day before our wedding. While I'm taking her home, she mistakes me for my best friend. "Jackson, don't bring our child to the wedding tomorrow. I don't want Samuel to know about us." I slam on the brakes, causing Madelyn Wilkinson to hit the seatback and come to her senses. When she realizes it's me, she freezes for a moment before slowly explaining, "Since you heard that, let's call off the wedding for now. You don't have to worry. Jackson doesn't plan on getting married again. But I'm still that child's mother no matter what, so I need to help out. "Jackson's your best friend. You feel sorry for him if he has to raise a child alone, don't you? I'll marry you after my son starts school." I can't help smiling bitterly. "Alright then… I don't have a problem with that." When we get home, she packs up a suitcase and leaves without another word. Feeling a sting in my eyes, I suppress my emotions as I sit on the couch, falling into a daze. That's when my phone rings at the worst possible moment. My childhood friend, Hazel Parsons, says in a hoarse voice, "Sam, don't marry her. Please." I fall silent for a beat. "Alright."

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.

Meet Cameron Ezekiel MacMillan, all six feet, two inches tall. Ice blue eyes that can melt off your panties, and make you fall head over heels in love with him, with a sinfully gorgeous body. Cameron lost his wife five years ago, left alone with two kids; Summer and Spring, five and seven years respectively. All he wanted was a good nanny who wouldn't quit after a month or few weeks, not a purple-eyed woman who would make his heart race like never before. He hated the way she made him feel because he knew that feeling came with a weakness, one he couldn't afford while being the CEO of a multinational company. Meet Ruby Miller, all five foot five tall, with a very sexy figure, even though she wasn't really aware of her shape that way. Rare purple eyes that feel like they are looking into your soul, with kissable lips. Aside from that, losing people and things were her specialty. Five years ago, she had lost her parents, and now, her job, and her boyfriend just broke up with her. Finding a new job to tide over before going to law school was the plan, not falling for her boss. It is a billionaire-nanny story. Enjoy!

At the age of twenty, I mated to my father's best friend, Lucian, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack despite our age difference. He was eight years older than me and was known in the pack as the cold-hearted King of Hell. He was ruthless in the pack and never got close to any she-wolves, but he was extremely gentle and sweet towards me. He would buy me the priceless Fangborn necklace the next day just because I casually said, "It looks good." When I curled up in bed in pain during my period, he would put aside Alpha councils and personally make pain suppressant for me, coaxing me to drink spoonful by spoonful. He would hug me tight when we mated, calling me "sweetheart" in a low and hoarse voice. He claimed I was so alluring that my body had him utterly addicted as if every curve were a narcotic he couldn't quit. He even named his most valuable antique Stormwolf Armour "For Elise". For years, I had believed it was to commemorate the melody I had played at the piano on our first encounter—the very tune that had sparked our love story. Until that day, I found an old photo album in his study. The album was full of photos of the same she-wolf. You wouldn’t believe this, but we looked like twin sisters! The she-wolf in one of the photos was playing the piano and smiling brightly. The back of the photo said, "For Elise." ... After discovering the truth, I immediately drafted a severance agreement to sever our mate bond. Since Lucian only cared about Elise, no way in hell I would be your Luna Alice anymore.

Vada left her father's multi billion dollar mansion in Bridgeton to live alone in a developing City, Balor. She needed to take a break and try new things after the death of her mother which struck suddenly taking away her once beautiful life, she made new friends in Balor amidst her father's plea and that of her therapist amongst which is Karen Quagmire who trapped the innocent Vada in her promiscuous deadly loop. How would Vada respond to the truth that stared her right in the face but she was so absorbed in her new love life to notice? Read this short severe story and find out what happened to the duo. Suspense filled!

Helion Mary, after the break up of her parents due to her mother's mysterious life style was left to protect her younger sister at the Marshalls, Yuvonne at a young age but became so engaged at finding out who Karl Sullivan from the Marshalls and KS Military is and the mystery behind his existence, it turned out, The Marshalls Military was not a Claudian Government owned Military, but a secret agreement, between the monarch who hides behind the title, President and the evil Karl Sullivan who was ready to shed innocent bloods just to get to the Prison of Stones. Read this interesting book and see how Karl made the greatest mistake that ruined him by taking a wrong turn. Enjoy!

"I think I love you. I will marry you," Damian's icy words froze Rose in her tracks. After their one-night stand, he had a change of heart. He found love elsewhere and was ready to wed someone else. But there was a twist—Rose was already carrying his child. With his mother on his side, he insisted she terminate the pregnancy. Through tearful pleas and gripping his legs, she begged him, "Please, forget about marriage and embrace your role as a father to this precious baby." However, fate had a surprise in store for her. When she discovered she carried not just one, but two babies in her womb, she made a life-altering decision—she ran away, vowing to never cross paths with him again. Five years passed, marked by her struggles, childbirth, and the relentless care she provided for her children. Then, unexpectedly, their paths converged once more. With a cool determination, she declared, "Sorry, sir, I am no longer your girl," plotting a scorching revenge. He pleaded for a second chance, but can he earn forgiveness and how?

Serena Harp thought she was escaping heartbeat when she took a last-minute trip to Paris. It was supposed to be nothing more than a distraction; a borrowed vacation meant to heal a broken heart, but she never expected to be met at the airport by a man who knew her name… or to follow him straight into a nightmare. Galatia Berk is powerful, cold, and hiding something dangerous beneath his calm exterior. When Serena realizes she hasn’t been taken to a hotel but tricked to his isolated estate, fear is the least of her problems. Because the pull between them is undeniable, and entirely unwanted. That night, Galatia realizes something strange, something that wasn't possible; Serena was his mate, except alphas don't get human mate, but was she truly human, or was her ability and scent concealed because of something bigger than even her? As secrets begin to surface and the truth of Galatia’s world comes into light, Serena is forced to confront a reality she never believed in, and a bond neither of them wants, but neither can escape. He took the wrong woman from the airport, but fate… or the moon goddess, never makes mistakes.