Late Quotes

Isabella Ferrera becomes a substitute bride on her own wedding day when the woman her groom loves runs away. Married to billionaire Matteo Conti, she spends five years living as a ghost—unloved, ignored, and blamed for a betrayal she never committed. While Matteo clings to his first love, Isabella endures his cruelty in silence, until she finally leaves without a word. Only then does Matteo uncover the truth behind the runaway bride—and realize too late that the woman he pushed away was the one who truly stayed. Regret is all he has left.

A young woman's life is turned upside down when she is forced into an arranged marriage by her father. In a desperate attempt to outsmart her father's plan, she unknowingly marries the identical twin brother of her intended groom who turned out to be on a desperate hunt for a wife in order to slot in as his family's heir. By the time she discovers her mistake and her husband's true intentions, it was already too late—she had consummated her marriage with him. Will this mistake of hers become the best thing that ever happened to her, or will it be her biggest regret?

Karin, a woman in her late twenties wants to prove to everyone that she's not all work, boring and plain but she needs to hatch a convincing plan to pull this through. Will she succeed in her quest to prove that she has a romantic side to her? Johan on the other hand believes he can no longer fall in love again but is ready to prove to the "love of his life" that he is ready to go all the way with someone he deeply cares about. Karin falls in love with Johan but is scared of being rejected; while Johan is unsure of what he feels for Karin, could it be love?

Finding out you've been adopted is stressful enough but finding out that your father is the dead billionaire Benjamin Moore is mind-blowing in itself. Couple with the fact that you are part of a triplet separated at birth and with secrets and conspiracy emerging on your late father's private island, the final blow will take your breath away. NOTE: NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED. This story contains sexually explicit and graphic depiction of sex and a bit of incest. If this is not your cup of tea, please move on. My hope is that you readers enjoy my writing in its entirety and not base it on just its sexual nature.

Felicity is finally happy, living out her dream with her chosen mate, Parker. As things are finally looking up for her, the life she's built slowly begins unraveling. She discovers who she really is, but in the process, learns more than she bargained for. Will she be able to stop the inevitable or accept the future as it supposed to be? Parker has the two things he's always dreamed of. A beautiful family and job leading the warriors. There is a target on his back and danger looming on the horizon. Can he protect the things that mean the most to him before it's too late?

To inherit her late father’s company, Rachel Hartley must get married. She proposes a contract to Damian Westwood—wealthy, devastatingly handsome, and dangerously persuasive. But Damian has secrets, an ambition of his own. Their marriage is not about love, definitely, but about wealth. To him, she’s a pawn, a key to unlocking his own ambitions. Yet the closer they become, the more blurred the lines get between lies and truth, desire and betrayal. Rachel must decide if she can love a man who might ruin her or save her. In a marriage built on secrets, one truth could destroy everything.

In order to raise money for her mother's medical treatment, Heather, framed by her step sister Helena, accidentally had sex with a strange man named Killian and received a reward from him but Heather was too late and her mother died in the hospital. Devastated and heartbroken, she left the country after finding out that she is pregnant for the strange man. Five years later, Heather returned to her home town as a successful wedding dress designer but things got in between her and Killian again. Sex, love, hate and traps became the weakness of Heather, Killian and their suspicious allies.

"Mr. Kane, do you have any cucumbers at home? Can I have one?" The hurricane strikes, and my daughter's best friend, Lexie Cooper, is stuck in my home. She comes to ask me for a cucumber late at night with a flushed face. "I'm just a little hungry. I'd like to snack on some cucumber," she says. As I look at the pointy tips peeking from underneath her pajamas, a primal urge surges uncontrollably within me. I say deliberately and slowly, "I have something even better than a cucumber."

By the time I got home from my business trip, it was already past midnight—and my husband wasn't there. A woman's blouse lay on the sofa. It wasn't mine. I called him. He said he was working late at the office. I didn't bother with pretense. "Whose blouse is on the sofa?" His tone was light and casual. "Who else would it be? It's obviously a gift for you. Try it on." Suspicious, I picked it up and held it against myself. The blouse was clearly one size too small. "Honey, this is a size S. I always wear M." My husband owns a clothing company. He handles all my clothes. He's even used my measurements to design women's wear. There's no way he doesn't know my size. On the phone, he froze for half a second, then spoke as if piecing something together. "This is a new women's line I'm launching. I ordered custom pieces for you and my sister. I must've grabbed the wrong one. I'll switch it tomorrow." A moment later, his voice softened with exhaustion. "Babe, you've been gone for days. Without you, I feel so tired… I miss you so much…" It was already late into the night. Hearing him sound vulnerable—something he rarely did—made my chest tighten. I blamed myself for overthinking. But the moment I hung up, realization struck. His sister has the same build as me. She always wears size M.

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.