Let Room Assignment

Raised from an infant in discipline, Reza Kelson has been trained to be a cold-blooded killer. Nothing has stopped him when he's been ordered to an assignment, and nothing probably will. An agent for a secret branch of government, he kills and incinerates anything with the discipline of a sharp knife. But even though he's the best at what he does, tables turn when the government dumps Reza from bureaucracy, albeit with a place to be hidden away in. Now Reza finds himself struggling to integrate into the sleepy town of Lonewood. Raised without any form of love or compassion, he naturally comes off as rude and abrasive, and therefore drawing attention. And with other dumped agents, with some bent on settling scores, the entire situation could not be more risible and outrageous. Not to mention the strange boy, Dane Rochelle, who seems strangely possessive of him, and with Reza balances the life he never should have had.

*Can be read as a standalone. Third novel of My Best Friend’s Brother* Childhood friend. Insane attraction. Those two shouldn’t be next to each other—considering Skylar Voss swore she never had a massive crush on Jaxon Thompson, the boy who spent half his life ignoring her. But when she gets to college and discovers her dorm space has been given away, she ends up with one option: rooming with Jaxon. And that’s when she realizes she’s been lying to herself all along.She never got over him. Not even close. The problem? Jaxon is popular, with girls throwing themselves at him—and he’s changed so much, she knows she doesn’t stand a chance. At least, that’s what she thought. But in one minute she’s just his roommate, the “little girl” he barely noticed… and in the next? He’s the boy taking her virginity—the one she’s falling hopelessly in love with. But maybe not every love story should have a happy ending.

Kung kailan namang anniversary, saka pa nakipaghiwalay ang long-term-boyfriend ni Valerie. Ang ending, super brokenhearted ang bida natin. Para mabawasan ang lungkot, napagpasyahan na lang niyang umalis sa bahay nila at magrenta sa malapit sa trabaho niya. Kaya lang, ang mamahal na ng renta ng mga paupahan sa ngayon. Kulang na kulang ang budget niya dahil isa rin siyang working student. Saan siya hahanap ng mura e halos lahat ang mamahal na. Saan puwede tumira nang wala gaanong gastos? Sa ilalim ng kanal? Sa labas ng mga convenience store? Buti na lang, to the rescue ang friend niyang beki - si Kendra. May kakilala pala itong nagrerenta sa murang halaga na willing magkaroon ng kahati sa kuwarto at sabi ay mabait naman daw. Yon ang sabi. Hindi diyan natatapos ang kanyang problema dahil ang magiging roommate daw niya ay isa palang lalaki. Para rin daw pumayag ang landlady na magsama silang dalawa, magpanggap silang mag-jowa. OMG! Paano na? Hindi pa ba niya itutuloy ang pagrerenta kung isang hot roommate pala ang kanyang makakasama?

Natasha Kaufman's life has always been dictated by the blueprint her parents handed her, not by fate. Life never seemed to be on her side, until she was driven into something she could only describe as... intriguing. Michael Montero, the talk of the town, a billionaire blessed with both beauty and wealth. His mysterious aura and his cold and distant personality stir up a flurry of rumors about his personal life. The only person with the key to unlock his Pandora's Box is the chosen one to be his bride, and that person is Natasha. Every bumpy road comes with its fair share of risks and challenges. Will Natasha navigate her way to the depths of Michael's labyrinth heart when he himself struggles to let anyone in? Maybe Natasha will forge her own path. But how? When the only way to break through to him is not through love, but through lust.

“Teach me” I said drunkenly “Teach me how to be a bad girl” “Are you sure about Tiny, there’s a tiny addiction that comes with that” he said, looking at me through the hood of his eyes. “What am I getting addicted to?” I echoed back, trying to keep my focus on his face, and not down his chest and his muscular arms. “Me” *** Cheryl Taylor had just recently divorced her cheating husband and decided to move back to her childhood town. Desperate for a room, she finds one with some weird rules and a roommate who seemed to busy to meet with her – everything comes to a shocking pause when she finds out it’s Aiden Scott – the town’s bad boy, and in fact her high school bully. Aiden Scott is now a made man and a billionaire but he’s stepped on a few toes to get there and now they’re out for his blood and he has to lay low in the town he grew up – the town that only saw him as a good for nothing bastard. He decides to get a roommate to appear normal, he takes the first one he got and only because it’s Cheryl Taylor – the one girl he had harbored a secret crush for years.

"Don't you love me anymore?" "I don't have time for this." .-.-.-.-.-. There are some words a woman will never be prepared for, and Kaitlyn discovers just how true that is. Engaged to her childhood sweetheart, Kaitlyn had it all. A cushy job, a beautiful home, and the love of her life. So life should have been sweet... shouldn't it? Kaitlyn is going to discover that you can only lie to yourself for so long. When Randy chooses to house a roommate, Jackson may be just what she needs to unlock the secrets in her 'happy' home. Bold, flirtatious, and handsome. He's nothing like her future husband. But which one does she need? Dive into a tale of love, betrayal, secrets, and growth. After all, when life changes, so do you.

Irene Spencer was married to a bridegroom who never showed up to their wedding.Furious, she slept with an unknown stranger on that very night.The man started to follow her around, and she eventually discovered that he was the runaway bridegroom…

It was when the officiant took his name Serena knew she was getting married to a replaced groom whom she never met before. "You lied to me! I'm someone else's wife, you…", as soon as Denzel heard her saying it blood rushed to his veins. Squeezing her cheeks he looked into her eyes angrily,"Since the moment we got married you belong to me, you are mine so don't ever say that again if you don't want this night to be our first night!" Denzel Anderson, a cold-blooded mafia. He chose to marry her for his plan but when he was going to let go, he caged her in his own cave. She became his possession, his obsession and the reason for his death but he never intended to let her go even if he was to die.

At our wedding ceremony, Rose Lane's assistant, Zachary Zimmer, accidentally projects the wrong photo on the screen. The huge screen initially shows a wedding portrait of Rose and me. But suddenly, it turns into a photo featuring Rose and Zachary in wedding clothes. Both of them held hands with each other while looking into each other's eyes lovingly. It was clear that they looked very happy together. Everyone gasps in shock. Zachary begins sobbing quietly and asks if I can delay the wedding. Rose remains calm and collected as she starts throwing out suggestions to me. "The guests are already here, so it'll be embarrassing for us if we delay the wedding ceremony. Besides, it also spells ill luck for us if we do that. No one recognizes the groom's face anyway. Why don't we let Zachary replace you in this ceremony for now?" All of our friends are stunned, to say the least. They think I'll go ballistic and get incredibly jealous because of Rose's suggestion. Instead, I nod and claim that it's a great idea. Noting my composed manner, Rose smugly declares that we've already registered our marriage, so she promises me that she will hold another wedding for me when she's free enough. But she seems to have forgotten that she's signed a divorce agreement just now.

After returning from studying abroad, I prepared to honor my childhood betrothal. But on the very day I went to pick up my wedding gown, I saw my million-dollar couture dress worn by a poverty-stricken girl whom my fiancé had been secretly supporting. When I demanded the gown back, I was scolded as a homewrecker and mocked as a loveless hag. My fiancé excused her, saying the girl had never seen the world, and I should be more accommodating. Well, I've always loved charity. If giving away a million-dollar dress counts as charity, then fine—I'll even let go of the engagement, too. But let it be known: not just anyone can be engaged to the Vance heiress.