I M Not A Spy Novels & Stories

Esther Joan is a promising ballet dancer, she is also a lady of a noble family. However, her life was unhappy when her family members hated and rejected her. When Esther got drunk, she had a one-night stand with the most powerful and scary man - Dominic Arnold. Esther doesn't know that she is Dominic's fiancée and they have been engaged since childhood. Esther's troubles at Malibu Academic grow worse, and even Esther's ex-boyfriend cheats on her. The whole Joan family is targeting Esther and wants to usurp the inheritance that Joan's great-grandfather left to Esther. Suddenly, Dominic Arnold made another proposal to Esther: By day, you will be my fiancée, and by night you will be my slutty mistress. What does Esther have to do to get rid of these dilemmas? The mysterious identity of Dominic Arnold and the secret death of Joan's great-grandfather are related? How will the love story between Dominic and Esther continue?

He is arrogant and ruthless, she's humble and poor. He is powerful and Handsome, she's weak, fragile and innocent. There was a twist, she is the kick-ass heroin and he bowed at her feet. Twist and destiny took over....

Despite having a lovely billionaire husband, Michigan still felt suffocated due to her constant miscarriages. Her father in law shows his desperation for a grandchild, leading Michigan into bringing her sister, Clara, to serve as a surrogate for her husband. She thinks all will be fine, but her sister shows her true nature by stealing Michigan's husband before her eyes, planting nothing but hatred for Michigan in her husband's heart, who bullies and tortures her. How will she overcome this torment? Will she ever have her own child and win her husband's heart back?

A CHRISTMAS STEAMY LOVE STORY... Alone at Christmas time is not an amazing thing! But for newly divorced Starlight Maxwell is the best thing that happened to her lately… Back in Smithville, her hometown, she is trying to move on with her life. At least this was her plan initially… She’s shocked to discover her ex-husband has rented out her childhood home to the person Starlight swore not to see ever again: Elijah Thomas, her high school sweetheart… all grown-up and absolutely gorgeous. Apparently, Starlight’s libido doesn’t care that Elijah shattered her heart eight years ago... With the holidays looming and his presence in her house driving her wild, Starlight strikes a bargain with him: twelve days of no-strings sex. Just so she can get him out of her system. But when the twelve red-hot days of Christmas are over, Starlight isn’t sure she can say goodbye to Elijah…

When I find out that Joe Herring—the man I've loved for ten years—is planning a grand proposal, I'm so thrilled I can't sleep a wink that night. But the next day, everyone in the pack is buzzing about how Alpha Joe just proposed to my stepsister, Nora Safford. He comes to me afterward, trying to explain. "It's not even real, Anna. Nora doesn't have anyone in the pack. I'm just doing her a favor. "Don't worry. I'll break it off before the mate-bonding ceremony next week. Then we'll have our ceremony, just like we planned." But over and over, he keeps asking me to compromise for Nora. And when the mate-bonding ceremony finally arrives, he's still with her. So in the end, I let her have him and walk away without a word.

Reborn as the long-lost Rogers heir, missing for fifteen years, I avoided every chance to bond with my two brothers in this family. When they tossed me Vivi’s discarded, ill-fitting gown for the family gala, I smiled and put it on. When they sent Vivi to get an elite education while ordering me to scrub the utility room, I picked up the mop without a word. When they let Vivi chase love and dumped her rejected suitor on me, I didn’t fight. I accepted her leftovers with a calm nod. This was all because in my past life, I had spent my entire life desperate for my brothers' approval, only to end up despised by everyone for it. When I died in the crossfire of a gangland shootout, my own son pushed my body away in disgust. "Mom, did you really waste your whole life on such a petty fight with Aunt Vivi? Dying for the family would have been a more dignified end. At least then you wouldn't have disgraced our name." I left this world filled with resentment, only to open my eyes and find myself back at the moment I first set foot in the Rogers estate. This time, I'm done fighting. The power, the name, the honor. I'm letting them have it all. I’ve already been accepted into a closed-door medical project. Soon they will never see me again.

Special Agent Shirley, along with her partner Ackermann had been following this psychotic serial killer who called himself “ANGEL OF DEATH” for the crimes that he had continually committed over a period of about eight years. The two were the best in the entire police force, yet the so called angel of death outsmarted them like it was nothing. And they didn’t know how he did it, because he left no clues and he never made mistakes. After years of clueless investigations, they finally got their hands a video footage that showed him fleeing a crime scene. The video that was supposed to be the answer to all their unanswered questions, was rather a door that let in a million more.

Aristotle Napoleon Higgins is one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. He promised himself not to marry anyone but his grandfather is not having it. He wants him to marry a fine woman and have kids before he reaches 30 and threaten to disown him and remove all of his assets. He knew that his grandfather is not kidding at all so he use all of his connection to find a woman of his taste to act as bride on his "wedding day".

Susanne Doyle, my wife who's a general manager, often travels to Havenport on business trips. When she comes home, she either has cuts on her mouth or bruises on her thighs. Whenever I ask her about those injuries, she always claims that she accidentally tripped and fell after getting drunk. On our third wedding anniversary, I find out that Susanne has already formed another family in Havenport. At the moment, she's nestling into another man's arms, looking very alluring and seductive. A few of her mentees sit around her and her beau as they start cheering on them. "Now that your fiance has accepted your marriage proposal, does that mean you're about to buy strawberry donuts to celebrate this occasion tonight, Susanne?" The moment I hear the words "marriage proposal", I feel thunderstruck. Susanne begins making out passionately with her new fiance, Stanley Quinn, the next moment. As I watch the loving scene unfold before my eyes, I feel as though my heart has just gotten dunked into icy waters. At the doorway, I happen to bump into Stanley, the very same man who had embraced Susanne earlier. With Susanne's mentees flanking behind him, he drags me into the washroom before punching me in the face. "Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you ogle my fiancee! Are you the one who has been harassing her through text messages? "Here's a warning for you—Susanne is my lover! If I ever see you trying to pull any tricks on her, I'll show you a world of pain!" Stanley then waves a hand. The other mentees begin roughing me up with punches and kicks. "This is just a small warning for you." He doesn't know that I'm Susanne's legal husband, much less the fact that I'm the sole reason behind her ability to snag the position as the general manager.

We were stuck on the highway in the middle of the Christmas travel rush. My husband’s childhood friend had not only taken the passenger seat from me, but she had also propped her bare feet up on the center console. “Don’t take it to heart, Yvonne. I’m just a casual person and like to be my true self, unlike you and your fake propriety,” Michelle Gail said. As she spoke, she snatched my phone right out of my hand and read a holiday greeting from a male colleague aloud. “Oh, you have quite a few backup options, don’t you? I bet you cheated on Charles a long time ago.” My husband, Charles Carter, however, only defended her. He said, “She’s just being casual. Don’t be so petty as to hold it against her.” I smiled. They did not know that I had accidentally been bound with a system before. As the system had bound the wrong person, it promised to fulfill one wish for me unconditionally as compensation. Without a moment of hesitation, I swapped the system for the “Forget Common Sense System” and bound it to Michelle. Since she was so “casual,” why would she need a sense of shame? Why would she even need to wear clothes? Since the highway was so congested, she might as well go for a wild run on the road!