Hospital Ship

SYNOPSIS If love was the price, how much would you be willing to pay… Cursed with insanity by the moon goddess, a frail love becomes the fate of Glenn who is destined to walk the seven circles of life till she finds a willing mate to break her away from the shackles of her self-destruction. She is cast out by her own— Betrayed by her sister and first mate — and banished to the outside cruel world of humanity to meet with an unknown fate With secrets and her true identity buried in the facade of a timid shopkeeper, true love beckons at her when she meets her Second Chance Mate—Santiago, a Doctor and Animal scientist working on a project that could endanger her own race. Her supposed new love life with her chosen human mate is upon troubled water, as a fling from the part threatens to wreck the sailing ship of her happily ever after. Would Hope flicker with iridescent wings out of her darkest Pandora? Or would her soul be doomed to an eternal abyss?

English Story All Rights Reserve Rated R+18 A young lustful loving couple going on a surprise vacation. Things are going quietly.Until the female captain of the ship asks to join in their lustful acts of naughty fun. If the couple doesn't allow her to join, they may be expose in this delicate delicious scandal. An endearing deal.A threesome. The captain blackmailing the couple forces her way in the mix.What will happen to the lustful three ?One thing is for certain. There will be nothing quiet about this voyage. They stay above reefs anchored for the weekend alone. With no one but them...and privacy.

The day before my wedding, my daughter and I got into a car accident. My daughter died instantly, and I was left with broken legs, condemned to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. When Spencer Ford found out, he rushed us to the hospital, his actions frantic, almost out of control. In the midst of my pain, I overheard a conversation between Spencer and his assistant. "The car's been disposed of. Lorelei will never find out that we tampered with it. But I'm compelled to ask… Rowena was your own daughter. Was it really worth it, losing her for Melanie? "When Rowena was dying, she was calling for you to save her… I could hardly bring myself to do it." Spencer remained silent for a long time, the tension in the air thick. Then he slowly exhaled a plume of smoke. "Melanie's pregnant. I won't let anyone compete with her child for the inheritance. And all of this is Lorelei's fault. She brought it on herself."

Stacey Greenwood thought her life was perfect, even though her boyfriend Grant was nearly blind. She still thought life was good. Then she got a call from her mother saying her father was rushed to hospital and to come back quickly. Her life was never the same again. Grant chose that time to show his insecurities and delayed her so her father died. He had her travel back as she was concerned for him only for them to have a huge argument. She had a terrible accident and when she woke-up she thought she was her dead twin sister Amber. Can she build a good life for herself as her dead sister? When Grant finds out what happened to her, can he help her remember who she really is? And why is Grant's mother so against him getting back together with her? When in the past she loved Stacey.

Remington loves his siblings. He was adopted too young to remember his real family. And he was grateful to the parents who did take him in, the Alpha and Luna of his pack. Now he's an adult, a doctor with his own hospital on the pack lands. His brother is the Alpha and his best friend. All he is missing is his mate, the girl he met only once before and hasn't seen since. That is until she walks into his hospital looking for a job and in doing so raises up ghosts from both their pasts. She is human. So why does Remi sense a wolf if she doesn't have one? Why does her father know his real parents? What happens when the peaceful doctor finds a war at his doorstep with the only people he has ever known as family on the other side of the fight from him?

The last thing Olivia Smith ever wanted was to become a hotel cleaner, She is a 23-year-old workaholic woman who had thrived very hard to care for her mother who was diagnosed with a terrible illness that has kept her in and out of the hospital for years. Olivia least expected to bump into Nathan White her high school bully who is now a business tycoon known around the states and the CEO of the hotel she's currently working at. Despite meeting after five years, He had not changed a bit, He is still the narcissistic jerk she had always known and always ready to diminish her at every given opportunity. In other to save her reputation and self-esteem from being ridiculed by Nathan. Olivia is forced to lie about her current status portraying herself as a businesswoman. Although her charade won't take long before it's discovered. Olivia's cooking skills got her a job as a chef at the White's mansion bringing her and Nathan closer. The war between them continues as the days go by. Nathan finds it interesting to make her life a living hell. Trust me, This must be where the fun stuff happens.

When I was struck by a stomach illness, my boyfriend, Charles Fischer, was busy blowing out birthday candles with his assistant, Beverly Wagner. I lay there in excruciating pain, but he didn't even glance at me. Instead, he affectionately stroked her nose.  “Bev is a year older! Make a wish, birthday girl!” Later, after I had fainted and was rushed to the hospital, I called Charles, only for him to ignore me.  Meanwhile, Beverly posted a photo on Instagram. Gifts filled the screen, with the caption, [Yay! Charles is the best ever! Charles and Bev, together forever!] When I confronted him, Charles didn’t care at all. "It's Bev’s birthday. Were you expecting me not to spend it with her? If you can't handle it, we're done!" This was the umpteenth time he'd threatened to break up with me, always confident that I wouldn't dare to leave him.  Not this time.

The night my in-laws were rushed to the hospital after a car accident, I hurried over to handle the situation. At the payment counter, I swiped my card—only to find that the joint account I shared with my husband had a mere two dollars left. I called my husband, Zarrick Thompson, over and over again. But he never picked up. It wasn't until later that I learned the truth—he had taken our money to celebrate his first love's birthday. Desperate, I borrowed seventy thousand from a friend to save my in-laws. But after they recovered, they flat-out denied everything. My husband, meanwhile, made no attempt to hide his relationship with her. He wanted me gone. To force me into a divorce, he went as far as setting me up—staging an affair, taking photos of me being humiliated. Then he used them to threaten me. Either I walked away with nothing, shouldering all our debts, or he would ruin me completely. I worked endlessly, day and night, to pay it all off. Until, one winter, I collapsed in a frozen alley and never got up again. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the accident.

I've been caught in a relationship with a divorced man for eight years. We've broken up and reconciled too many times to count. In the end, I tallied ninety-four breakups and five divorces between us. One more would make it an even hundred, but I'm too exhausted to continue this cycle. The first breakup happened when I was giving him my virginity. Halfway through, his ex-wife called asking him to pick up some bread, and he simply left. The fifth breakup occurred when he abandoned me, newly pregnant, on the highway to comfort his ex-wife who was having complications with her own pregnancy. I ended up in a car accident and miscarried. He arrived at the hospital with his clothes disheveled. Despite all the pain he caused me, I could never bring myself to truly leave him. Our most recent divorce happened for an equally absurd reason. His ex-wife and their child were participating in a family reality TV show that required them to appear as a complete family unit. To protect his ex-wife's public image, he divorced me yet again. When filming wrapped, he called to discuss remarrying. This time I refused, because I'm going to marry someone else.

I run into a group of rogues on my way home for my daughter's birthday. I call my wife for help, but she blocks my number. I'm dragged out of the car, stabbed a dozen times, and thrown into the bushes to die. My neck is broken, and my organs are spilling out of my body. The rogues think I'm going to die—they even mention each other's names before me. Then, they drive off in my car while whistling happily. I hold onto my head and organs as I crawl to the roadside, hoping against hope that someone will save me. Before I'm taken to the hospital, I see my wife's social media update—she and her secretary have taken a sweet photo together while celebrating our daughter's birthday. The first thing I do after being discharged is demand a divorce.