I'm Only One Call Away

Being in an arranged marriage at the age of 18 and being married at the age of 23, what will be the life of Arkeila Zeiphyr Alontes at the hands of the cold self centered Damian Nicolas Sarkozy. Sarkozy: Young Billionaires Series #1

รามสูร พิสิฐกุลวัตรดิลก ลูกชายคนโตของแก้มใสคุณแม่สายเฟียร์ส ผู้ชายเจ้าเล่ห์และแสนเย็นชาที่วันหนึ่งต้องเปลี่ยนจากถือปืนมาถือขวดนม เพราะความเฟียร์สที่ถูกถ่ายทอดมาจากมารดาทำให้รามสูรเกลียดการท้าทายเป็นที่สุด ดื่มเหล้าอะงานถนัดแต่ดื่มจนเมาและเผลอไปมี One Night กับคู่อรินี่น่ะสิ ที่ทำให้ชีวิตของรามสูรต้องเปลี่ยนไปตลอดกาล จากมาเฟียหน้าโหดเข้าสู่โหมดผัวขี้อ้อน "ใครกล้าแตะเมียกู......มึงตาย" เขา ร้ายกับคนทั้งโลกยกเว้นกับเธอแค่เพียงคนเดียวเท่านั้น เขา เย็นชากับผู้หญิงทั้งโลกยกเว้นเมียเด็กอย่างเธอเท่านั้น ม่อนไหม วิจิตรเดชากุลณรงค์ ปี 2 คณะวิศวกรรมศาสตร์สาขาเครื่องกล สาวสวยแสนแสบแสนซนที่ต้องเปลี่ยนจากไล่ตีคนมาเป็นคุณแม่ยังสาว ดื่มเหล้าอะเรื่องจิ๊บๆแต่ดื่มจนเมาแล้วเผลอไปมี One Night กับคู่อรินี่น่ะสิ ที่ทำให้ชีวิตในรั้วมหาวิทยาลัยต้องจบลงอย่างงงๆ จากสาวสวยหน้าโหดเข้าสู่โหมดแมวน้อยขี้อ้อน "ใครกล้าแตะผัวกู...มึงเจอตีน" สวยสะกดตัวแม่คือฉายาของเธอในมหาวิทยาลัย สวยห้าวตีนคือฉายาของเธอที่คู่อริตั้งให้

My mate, Alpha Ryan, started skipping my healer's appointments after I got pregnant. He always blamed pack business. But I found him at the clinic anyway. He was with another pregnant she-wolf—his childhood friend, Bonnie. He held her with a tenderness he no longer gave me. "I'll take responsibility for this child," he promised her. "He'll be safe." His words shattered my world. Their child? I stormed in to confront them and saw it: his temporary mark on her neck. He swore the pup wasn't his. He claimed a rogue attacked her and the mark was only for protection. His lie was a knife twisting in our mate bond. I was carrying his pure-blooded heir. But he let the pack brand my child a bastard, while hailing her half-blood pup as his true heir. To protect Bonnie, he locked me in a silver-laced cell. The silver was a living death. He didn't realize his mistake until I took the forbidden herbs, sacrificing our child and collapsing in a pool of my own blood. Only then did he cradle my broken body, begging for a forgiveness I would never give.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

Natalia’s life was not so easy before the marriage, but she really didn't expect that she would accidentally marry the most popular man in the pack. Adrian Miller, the future Alpha never taken her seriously in this loveless marriage. But Natalia never stopped making an effort to win his heart. She kept trying until it became too much for her, and she decided to leave him forever. However, she had a secret identity that was kept hidden from everyone. What would happen if everyone found out about it? What if he discovered she was the only person he had ever desired in his life? What if she decided not to forgive him and instead moved on?

All fae have a One--One person who strengthens their magic and enriches their life. A perfect mate. So why can't I find mine? What is a fae princess to do when she can’t find the prince she’s meant to spend the rest of her life with? I have to find him now, for the sake of my kingdom. Evil forces are moving in, and the only way I can come into my full power is to find my perfect mate. If I don't, the magical barrier that protects us will crumble because my magic won't be strong enough to hold it. But... I feel this strange pull to not on, but four different men! What in the world is going on? Can I be mated to all four of these men and still save my kingdom, or will what seems to be an asset turn out to be our undoing? The One is the first in a new reverse harem series by the author of Realm of the Chosen and Ember’s Flames.

The medication I kept at the company had been switched, resulting in me suffering from acute kidney failure. After the emergency surgery, I asked my wife, Rebecca Little, to thoroughly investigate the company's employees. Instead, I discovered she had already deleted the surveillance footage from that day. When I confronted her, she brushed me off coldly. "I found the person responsible. He wanted to turn himself in, but I stopped him. Look, you're fine now, aren't you? Hendrix didn't do it on purpose. He's so young—if he went to jail, his life would be ruined. Let's just drop the matter, okay?" The person she was defending was none other than the male secretary, Hendrix Cannon, she had been flirting with lately. I was speechless. Nine years of love and trust disintegrated in an instant.

Five days before my wedding, a group of MadeMen drag me to an underground casino. "I'm the fiancé of Lorenzo Gambino, Don of the Gambino family and Gambino Corporation! Think of the consequences you'll face if you dare touch a hair on my head!" My stern warning is met by mocking laughter. I curl up in agony under the brutal blows of their baseball bats; they pierce my ankles with sharp blades, severing my tendons. I gather the remnants of my consciousness to shield my abdomen, where my and Lorenzo's child grows. Lorenzo finally arrives with hired mercenaries. He razes the underground casino to the ground and saves me. I lie on the hospital bed and force myself to hang on. I don't want to end up in a coma. Unexpectedly, I overhear Lorenzo's conversation with a doctor. "It's not too late to operate, Boss. If we delay this any longer, Ms. Jones won't be able to stand anymore! There are many other ways for you to marry Ms. Valente—why did you have to do this to Ms. Jones?" "Being crippled is the only way Renee will obediently accept my and Kelly's child. I can keep a cripple by my side but not a troublemaker. Kelly values ceremony more than anything—I promised her I would give her a perfect wedding," Lorenzo says coldly. "But… Ms. Jones is pregnant. She's four months along…" "Make her miscarry, then." Tears stream down my face without anyone noticing. It turns out no one wants to bless the wedding I've been looking forward to. If so, any woman who wants to be Lorenzo's wife can have him. He's just a small mafia boss, anyway. I'm going back to being the heiress of the East Coast mafia's Don. I'll be the queen of my own life.

No feelings.No lies of calling the next day, and no empty promises of not banging anyone’s mother.If I could act like I’ve never met a set of twins I screwed on the same night, thinking they were the same person, then I could do this.It was the perfect set up for a fake relationship and it was simple.We faked our smiles, we faked our laughs; hell, we even faked our love. It wasn’t real.But that kiss was anything but fake, and the orgasm was anything but pretend.Somehow my plus one had become more, and now I’m standing here with my underwear around my ankles wondering what in the hell to do next.Plus One is created by M.N. Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Lena Clermont fell hard for her dad's friend, Andrew Rohan—twelve years older. The first time she saw him, he was all sharp suits and broad shoulders, effortlessly standing out. He smiled, patted her head, and handed her a princess dress. Fast forward to twenty. He got drugged at a banquet. She wore that same dress, offering herself as the cure.