Indépendant Novels & Stories

Why would a guy like Alec Johnson participate in the TV show The Bachelor? True, he's not married, but that doesn't he does not have a wife. In fact, he has just about every woman in town exactly where he wants them... In his sheets. Completely surrendered to his touch. The only thing is, for some time now Alec has felt something missing from all these adventures. And maybe, just maybe the TV show will help. That's according to his sister and the Reverend's daughter Mia, anyway. It's because of those two, that he is stuck waiting for the film crew to show up. Soon Alec will have ten girls helping him to figure out what it is his life needs.

They are six in numbers. Dominion Ulan! A detective on a case of serial killer and kidnapper single and not searching.Parent dead as told,at least she was made to believe that!. Malcolm Micheal! Head detective of Ulan department both in search of serial killer and kidnaper. Single and not searching. Her parents are alive and cold-hearted when it comes to love. Malcolm Nora! 16 years old,a cute student of Diamond high entangled with two hearts at her school. Das Luci Das Hardin! The two heirs to the Das are arrogant and bitch respectively of course count as one family. Lastly! Miguel Jacinthe and Johnson Blaine! Two commoners but hard working doctor and detective respectively. Some years back it tended to be a top between some families which left some of the families dead! Alive and poor,alive and richest! "Who is the devil? How come they dine with the ENEMIES? Question left untold

18+ Skin. Sweat. Surrender. No apologies. Just the filthy, holy truth of what we do when the lights are off. In the hush between heartbeats, desire speaks its own language. These stories peel back the skin of restraint to reveal the raw, trembling want beneath - hands that linger too long, mouths that confess what daylight forbids, bodies that remember every sin they were never supposed to commit. From velvet-shadowed hotel rooms to rain-slicked backseats, from whispered commands to wordlessly surrender, from collars that lock with a soft click to knees that bruise beautifully on marble, from words like "please" and "good girl" to the moments we steal when no one is watching... and the ones we can't stop replaying even when they are filthy. No slow burns. No fade to black. Just wet mouths, spreading thighs, fingers that don't ask permission, and orgasms that leaves teeth marks.

Ella Monroe never belonged anywhere. Until she stepped into a house built for kings. Rescuing an old man should have changed nothing. Instead, it brought her into the Blackwood estate—a place where wealth dictates silence, and desire is a weapon. She doesn’t expect the way three men begin to look at her—not as charity, not as obligation, but as temptation. Adrian offers protection that feels like possession. Lucian offers desire that burns and bruises. Julian offers pleasure wrapped in patience and choice. What begins as stolen moments turns into secret nights. What begins as comfort turns into craving. Ella knows she shouldn’t cross those lines. She knows loving one brother would be dangerous. So she does the unthinkable. She gives herself to all three—at different times, under different promises—never realizing that each encounter tightens the knot binding them together. In a house built on power and silence, desire becomes the most dangerous secret of all.

In Ha, no, Lilian, staring at the people in front of her. This is her stage. This is her world. Wherever she is, she will always be a classy villain. The devil. So...became a kind-hearted protagonist? What a joke! She rejects the role, and without warning, her soul transmigrates into the protagonist's body. __________ EXCERPT : Hyun Jae kept his head looking around. In Ha, who saw her manager's unusual behavior, frowned. "Oppa, what are you doing? Are there paparazzi?" In Ha followed Hyun Jae's sight. It was quite cloudy and no one was around. Finally Hyun Jae turned his back, one hand covering a bit his mouth, and the other hand telling In Ha to come closer. In Ha leaned over. "You, I don't know what relationship you have with that man, but I have to warn you. That man is crazy! He's worse than the paparazzi! Scarier than sasaeng fans! You have to be careful, Seo In Ha!" In Ha looked at Hyun Jae and shook her head. "Now to me, you look more crazy." Hyun Jae sent her a death glare. "Hmp! Whatever if you don't believe me! Get down there! Just know yourself when something happens! Hmp! In Ha got out of the car and looked at her manager's car, which was getting away. She looked up at the sky. Raindrops began to fall. Hyun Jae's words earlier annoyed her a little. As soon as she turned around, that man was there. Standing not far from her. *sasaeng : obsessive* __________ *the original cover is not mine

I lost my eyesight thanks to a sudden car crash. In order to fund my treatment, I took up the position of a blind spectator, as per my friend's recommendation. The job scope was… challenging to put into words, to say the least. To make things worse, one of the clients was my boyfriend.

Ria Robert can only see the dark, she is trapped in the dark and not to mention that she has a past she is trying to forget and run from. Her perception of men is cold and cruel. So how can she possibly love a man when she is bruised, scarred and physically blind? Love is the least of her concerns. She only wants her sight, with that she can be a famous designer, the only thing she ever truly desired. As impossible as it sounds, she is ambitious and optimistic. Her life changes when she meet a man and his goal is to bring her out of the dark. Ian Bryant, a billionaire whose business is rated top one in America. He has everything; striking looks, intelligence, riches and women pooling at his feet. What more could a man want? He wants her - The blind lady who intrigued him. The woman whose eyes are filled with pains yet manages to push on. The billionaire finds himself in a roller coaster fighting his primal desires for her, he has a thirst that only she can quench. How will their story play out?

The famous witch told my mom that one of her daughters would be the future luna, while the other would bring bad luck to the pack. My mom was certain that I was the bad one. She spent all her money into training my sister Vaselissa to be the Luna, and I, in turn, became my sister's slave, cooking, washing dishes, and doing all the household chores. But ten years later, it was I who became the Luna and strongest warrior of all the time. My name was known throughout the kingdom.

My husband, Matthew Glover, fabricates a scandal to help his childhood sweetheart, reporter Melanie Reed, boost her numbers. "Mrs. Glover Sleeps Around—Multiple Affairs Lead to Repeated Miscarriages." He uses it as a gimmick to grab attention. Next thing I know, my name's in the mud and the internet's tearing me to pieces. When I bring up divorce, Matthew says I'm blowing things out of proportion. "Melanie just started at the TV station. If she doesn't deliver, her coworkers will laugh at her. You're just doing her a favor. It's not like you're actually losing anything." I don't even bother arguing with him. I simply push the divorce agreement toward him. "If you want to help her, go ahead. But we're getting divorced!"

I knew perfectly well that open flames were forbidden at a gas-leak scene, yet as a firefighter, I still backed my girlfriend's childhood friend when he insisted on lighting a cigarette "to calm his nerves." In my previous life, a sudden gas leak erupted during a gathering. Her childhood friend insisted on smoking to steady himself. I slapped the lighter out of his hand and yelled at him for trying to get us all killed. Humiliated, he ignored everyone's attempts to stop him and stormed outside—only to be crushed by an advertising board blown loose by the explosion's shockwave. Later, when I saved a child who had fallen from a building and was left hanging in midair myself, my girlfriend—my second-in-command—maliciously cut my safety rope. She stared at my corpse and said, "If you hadn't humiliated George in front of everyone, he wouldn't have died." When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that room thick with the stench of leaking gas.