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“I’m going to kiss you, Sophie. And you’re going to let me.” “Why?” My breath stutters. “Because my brother is watching.” I gasp. That should have bothered me, but it didn’t. “Not… not that. Why do you want to kiss me? You don’t… kiss girls, everyone knows that.” “And yet, I’ve kissed you before, haven’t I?” My jaw dropped open. Did he... remember? --- I used to have a crush on Ace Beckham. Used to. He’s Greenwoods Academy’s golden boy. Hockey captain. The kind of beautiful that makes a whole arena go silent when he skates. Ace Beckham doesn’t kiss girls. Everyone knows that. He’ll flirt. He’ll ruin you. He’ll make you feel like you’re the only one in the room. But he doesn’t kiss. Except once. One stupid, drunken, reckless night, he kissed me like it meant something. Like I meant something. The next morning, I was invisible again. Maybe he forgot. Maybe I was never meant to be remembered. I’ve learned to survive that. To pretend I don’t notice him. To make him as invisible to me as I am to him. Until I take a babysitting job—three boys, or so I think. Because they aren’t boys. They are men. The Beckham brothers. And avoiding Ace Beckham in his own mansion turns out to be impossible—especially since I’m starting to realize I never really got over that crush. And I don’t know which is worse— Being invisible to Ace Beckham. Or finally being seen.

Things are always good in a relationship until a third person chips in. Left with the fortunes of her parent's who were killed in fold blood at the age of ten , Jean is finally old enough to take over but her greedy uncle won't let her do so. Alex and Jean have had their own up and downs but after a hectic breakup and her uncles suspicious behavior she doesn't know who to trust anymore and is left With all the things coming at her will her former lover come to her rescue? Will they finally have their happily ever after or circumstances tear them apart?

Looking to get over a betrayal and layoff, Everest Prue Camara goes to the small town of Lucerne-Alpane County to find recluse, and hopefully, discover a new passion. When fate puts her up as a neighbour with a single father, Everest is determined to not fall for the handsome rancher. Especially not when his six-year-old had wormed her way up her heart already. Mentor Gayle Calloway Jr. had always thought he was doing okay. His ranch was turning out very well over the years, Lucerne-Alpane was paradise to him and his daughter was fine, so what else could he need? The arrival of a new neighbour up the road puts the rancher's whole belief into question when he starts having feelings for her, to his annoyance. Everest has to make the choice of succumbing to her needs and risk toying with his heart, or steering clear till her recluse was over. Mentor finds it equally hard giving in to his own passion, especially having sworn off women. Will both of them relent and find solace in each other? Especially when at play is The Rancher's Heart?

Dita's fate changed drastically after meeting a handsome, but cruel guy. She accidentally witnessed him torturing his victim in an empty house at night. And unfortunately, she was caught. Since the night after the incident, her life became unsettled when it turned out that the guy was after her. What is Dita's fate after meeting a Psychopath guy who likes to torture, not even hesitating to kill his victims. Will she be able to escape from him? Note: This is a high school teen story

When the Kiss Cam lights up the stadium, Taylor expects to see strangers caught in awkward kisses—not her boyfriend, Dylan, locking lips with another woman. To revenge, Taylor also kisses the handsome stanger sitting next to her when the Kiss Cam swings to her. To her shock, he’s not just any stranger, but Aiden Kincaid—a billionaire, football star, and the soon-to-be ex-husband of the woman Dylan’s been seeing. Taylor thought she’d never cross paths with Aiden again, but fate has other plans. Not only does she become Aiden’s intern sports therapist, but he also offers her a deal: pretend to be his girlfriend.

Yvette Wilson had a crush on her brother’s friend. He was six years older, so she kept it to herself and stayed cautious. One night, she could not hold back anymore. In the dim light, she leaned in and stole a kiss while he was drunk. She had just turned to run when she saw his eyes snap open. He looked at her with a lazy expression. “You want me to teach you how to kiss? Too bad. I’m not into little girls.” Her face turned red, but she still found the courage to speak. “So you think I’m too young? That’s fine. I’ll grow up.”

“Who the hell changed the screw tolerance by 0.007 mm?” “I did. Is there a problem?” Kimmy Zabel, our department’s “good-luck charm” and full-time slacktivist, did not even look up from her compact mirror, where she was carefully applying lip gloss. “It just didn’t look right, so I tweaked it. Do you really have to yell at me?” The production line had been running on the wrong spec for twenty-four hours. I hit the emergency stop. Keeping my voice steady took some effort. “These parts no longer meet export standards. If we miss tomorrow’s shipment, even a month of overtime wouldn’t cover the penalties.” “It’s one tiny number. You’re being so dramatic!” Kimmy snapped her makeup case shut. “Anyway, it’s New Year’s Eve. I’ve got a date. I’m not staying here to suffer with you people.” Before she even reached the door, I gestured to the staff to pull the shutters down. “For precision components like these, one number translates into a million-dollar loss. You can take these defective units and explain them to the regulators.”

My husband insisted that I wear high heels at the company’s annual meeting despite being pregnant. He compared me to his female secretary with a look of disdain. "Can’t you learn from Lucille? She’s eight months pregnant and still comes to work in full makeup, handling her tasks efficiently. If you don’t wear them, don’t go. I’ll be embarrassed!" He even tried to give the high heels to his secretary and take her as his date. Left with no choice, I forced myself to wear them. However, on the balcony, the secretary tripped me, spilling red wine all over me. Limping, I found my husband, only for him to sneer, "Tripping on flat ground? How clumsy!" Furious and pale with anger, I turned to leave. Someone urged him to chase after me, but he only got angrier. "How bad could it be? She’s so timid—she can’t survive without me! Just wait. When the event’s over, she’ll definitely be waiting in the car to drive me home." Alas, he was wrong. I turned and went straight to the hospital for an abortion.

Kit has an image problem. Luca is a hot commodity. Kit is intelligent, beautiful, and successful. Luca has family money, good looks, and a new woman on his arm every week. The public doesn't find Kit likable. The public loves Luca. Kit has a new launch coming up. Luca has his parents' threat of getting cut off hanging over his head. So, what better way to solve both situations than by starting a fake relationship? Sparks fly as the two bump heads and try to make their fake love believable - but what will they do when it starts getting more real by the day? *** "And the kiss? Why did you just kiss me?" Luca looked down at Kit with heated eyes again. "Why did you kiss me back?" Kit opened her mouth and then shut it again, unable and unwilling to answer his question. Luca smiled with twinkling eyes. "I guess any sexual feelings aren't solely on my end after all." The Billionaire’s Promise is created by Tiara Msiza, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My husband, Garrett Kachmar, vanished overseas with his ex, Linda Sharpe. They left me with one thing—an illegitimate, screaming baby. Twenty years later, I posted that my "son" had passed his exams. He was joining the police force. That's when Garrett came back. With Linda. And a lawsuit. At the plaintiff's table, Linda looked polished—soft makeup, perfect posture. Her voice? Pure control. "After Garrett divorced, we got married and had a big, healthy boy. Jemma couldn't stand seeing us happy, so she stole our son. We searched for twenty years. She refuses to give him back. We're his biological parents. We have the right to take him." Garrett shot me a glare. "Jemma, just because you can't have kids doesn't mean you get to steal mine." The trial was livestreamed. The comments exploded. [Can't have your own kid so you steal one?] [You destroyed a family. Sick.] [Give him back to his real parents!] Then my "son" was called into the courtroom. And the whole room went dead quiet.