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"Alex I liked you this whole time, why the fuck would I lie to you!" He yelled pleadingly "Is my feelings some kind of joke to you!" She spat the words in anger. _____________________________________So lets start this from the top...... Alexander LawrenceShe is from Australia, her mother's name Laura Lawrence and her dad David Lawrence; she is the only child and has this sweet but sassy more like mischievous side since she wad a kid. Her best friend Amber Hudson had been friends with her since she was a kid. Xander BlackHe is from Rome, his mother's name Christina Black and his dad Noah Black; not so different from Lawrence he only has a sister who's name is Veronica Black. He is the captain of the soccer team, his personality is the total opposite of Alex. He is arrogant and stubborn but he is very patientBut it all started with... HATRED . ENEMIES . PAIN

Karila Aistarabaw I is the last woman in Egyptian history to receive a royal title. Her inherited family wealth has placed her at the center of Western threats, where the war for power has intensified in recent years. With a mere title within a republic commanded by an antagonistic president, Karila lives for revenge in the name of all the losses she had suffered, but is faced with an unknown coming from America capable of making her relearn each of her most intimate principles in the name of a forbidden attraction that will change his life forever.

Samantha Sonnet, my wife who's also a hospital dean, decides to replace my name with Nicholas Spark, the intern's name on the surgical atlas that I've spent the last three years drafting without my permission. That atlas is then published. I burn the only original draft of the atlas in front of the entire department. Samantha blames me for being brash. "He's just leaving his name there so that he can ensure a smoother project closeout." After dusting the ashes away, I reply, "My academic achievements will always be mine. Since someone else's name is printed on my achievements, that means they are no longer pure." Later at midnight, Samantha hands me a glass of warm milk in an attempt to apologize to me. When I regain consciousness once again, I've already gotten strapped to a surgical table beneath a huge spotlight. I see a scalpel glinting coldly right above me. "You're a man of purity, right?" Samantha murmurs into my ear. "Three people's blood will be coursing through your veins soon enough. You'll be impure soon enough!" At the moment, Samantha is livestreaming an illegal organ removal surgery. As I stare at the camera hovering above my head, I say coldly, "If you've recorded enough evidence, then it's time to turn off the camera! Tell Captain Hardy that I've gotten my hands on the evidence he wants!"

“Ti voglio da impazzire… Qui… Ora…” (Ita. - I want you like crazy… Here… Now) An affair to remember… for all eternity! My name is Norah Wilde, I am American and I work for the Gritti family, a very important Italian name in the financial world. They've brought me to Italy from New York to ‘manage’ their important international clients. But soon after my arrival, I got framed, and my name and persona were destroyed in the process. No one believes I’m innocent… No one wants to hear me out… Except for my boss, the hot, mysterious, and untameable Leone Gritti! My name is Leone Gritti. I am Italian and I’m the VP of the most important bank in Italy. Dark forces are trying to destroy the perfect image of my honest family. Our enemies are trying to sink our empire. I will do whatever it takes to protect the Gritti name. I will sacrifice whatever to keep my family safe! But the woman who’s accused of being a spy is… innocent. I can tell just by looking into her scared, stunning dark eyes. Norah and Leone have a common goal: clearing their names. And the only way to do it is for Norah to become Leone’s mistress. Norah is scared but intrigued by his proposal and for Leone, no sacrifice is too great to protect what belongs to him: the Gritti empire and the beautiful Norah!

Delilah Ekalot heir to the Ekalot household wakes up from a coma having no memory of her husband due to an accident that almost claimed her life. However it isn't focused on what caused the accident, Delilah ventures down a path to clear down the debt her sister racked up during her coma. She comes across a few obstacles along the way and would risk anything to save the Ekalots name, will it be worth it fighting for her family's name ? When the people she knows and loves turns out to be her Adversaries

She felt like a caged bird. A bird that was meant to fly the high, blue skies, but was trapped like a prized possession for her master to impress others with. Ava is the daughter of a very powerful man in the underworld. Her blood, her family name makes her a tool for others to gain more power. Greedy men want her for her name, not for who she is. Being locked up all her life in her father's house makes her naïve and ignorant of the outside world. Meaning the greedy men have an easy game to play.

My name is Alaki Bea Miller-or known above: Alaki Bea X. That is what they call us, the inferior ones: X. In this world, I live under laws that declare it illegal to bear more than one blood in your veins. A legal system built on segregation by race, where mixing blood is the highest crime. In this world, I am not human. I am not a person. I am a thing, an abomination that threatens their system. His name is Efrem Mustafin, leader of one of the five Rings, Master of his race, and the man who saved my life. Legally, he owns me. To save me, he had to claim me as property. And in exchange for my protection, we play a game. One where I submit to him before watching eyes, and he keeps me safe. Master Efrem Mustafin, he is. Subject Alaki Bea X, I am. Or at least, I was. I belong to him. My name is Alaki Bea Mustafin, and in this world, I Am Mustafin.

"Why are you me?" I demanded, my hand reaching to wipe my lips. "Jessica..." He called me by that name again. "Can you stop calling me that? I am not Jessica." I corrected him, exasperated. "My name is—" __ What would Lillian do when she gets by a stranger on the way to the slaughterhouse? For three years, she had been married to Dustin, a monster, disguised as a husband. In the third year, he attempted to destroy her life. He hurled divorce papers at her and wanted her kidney for his lover. On the way to the slaughterhouse, she met Alexander who swore to protect her with his life. And when he her, he called her a name she had never heard before. But Dustin came crashing on them again, was he able to protect her? Alexander loved another woman in Lillian’s image. What would he do when he found out the woman he loved, wasn't Lillian. Was Lillian bound to be cast aside again?

The moment I was born, my mother implanted a chip in my brain and began shaping me into her idea of a perfect daughter. She blocked my sense of hunger so I would only have simple meals daily to maintain the "ideal" figure. She erased my ability to feel pain so she could inject me with endless chemicals to keep my skin smooth and flawless. She tampered with my senses, deleting every trace of negative emotion from my mind, all so I could remain eternally innocent. I couldn't tell right from wrong. I didn't know sadness or anger. I only knew how to smile. When the neighbor's dog died, I smiled and was scolded harshly for being heartless. When my classmates bullied me, I smiled and became the class freak. When my grandfather passed away, I smiled again, and my relatives cursed me for being soulless. Eventually, my father couldn't take it anymore. He left us. Mom, however, didn't seem to care. "They don't understand," she told me. "Everything I've done is for your own good. One day, you'll thank me." … On my 18th birthday, she planned a grand live broadcast, ready to show the world her perfect creation. She never knew that the day before her grand broadcast, I had already lost myself completely. By then, I was no longer human. I had become a machine.

Married for five years, Lorenzo, the underboss of the Moretti family, had never been without a woman. He found my “noble lady” posture stiff and vanilla. Dancers from Trinacria, headliners from the city’s nightclubs, his rotating stream of mistresses could fill the entire estate. Yet whenever I was displeased, whether it was throwing drinks or kicking someone out, Lorenzo never intervened. He’d only lit his cigar with casual amusement and said, “Relax. It’s just fun. No one can touch your position.” Then a clumsy, naive maid appeared. Unlike the others, she wasn’t flashy. However, when Lorenzo returned, bloodied, she’d hand him a cup of warm tea, her eyes red-rimmed. She watched him with pure admiration while he handled the family business. Lorenzo said the estate felt cold and lifeless except for her. He said only when she panicked did he feel like a hero being needed, rather than just a husband in a political marriage. Until she accidentally broke an antique vase left by my mother… Before I could react, Lorenzo stepped in and shielded her trembling form, glaring at me as if I were the enemy. “What’s wrong with you? If you’re crazy, go see a shrink. Don’t scare her like a rabid dog!” Watching his careful, protective expression, I smiled. I guess it was time for the Moretti family underboss to be replaced.