Linear Algebra Onto Novels & Stories

— In the dazzling world of the uber-rich, Alessandra Knight, a billionaire with a heart as deep as her pockets, finds herself drawn to a place she'd never imagine visiting - the bidding bar. Across town, Mia Davis, a young woman forced to sell herself to save her ailing mother, prepares to step onto the auction block, her heart heavy with desperation. In a twist of fate, Alessandra outbids a room full of eager men for Mia. The question on everyone's lips: Why would a billionaire buy a girl from the slums? As their worlds collide and a bond forms, they must navigate the treacherous path of societal norms and their own burgeoning feelings. Is this a game of power, a quest for redemption, or the beginning of a love story that defies all odds? Dive into this tale of love, sacrifice, and the true value of the human heart. Uncover Alessandra's plan and the lengths she's willing to go to in this riveting story of unexpected love. —

I, Knox Mercer, future Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Mila Carter, as my mate.” Seven years ago, Alpha Knox Mercer rejected me as his mate… in front of everyone. He rejected the bond because I was a lowly omega. Now I’m forced onto a legal auction stage to pay a debt to my pack, and get money for my dad's treatment, Knox is the last person I expect to see there. He sees me and he recognizes me. And with a single bid, Knox Mercer buys me—claiming what he once rejected. The bond between us flares back to life. The hatred lingers. And the desire? That’s impossible to ignore. How can I live with the Alpha that hates me and once rejected me? And How can I deny this force of attraction between us. ***

"I'm wanted, Kimberly. Wanted by the Mafia..." Those were my father’s final words before he died in my arms. Moments later, I saw those legs step out of the shadows, marking the beginning of my nightmare. Leonardo Fiore, a cold Mafia Don,who is determined to use Kimberly as a tool in his game for power. His world is cruel and his words are like ice. "There's no love here, Kimberly,” he whispered. It's not part of the deal.” But Kimberly isn't one to accept whatever fate brings, without a fight. “If your love is not part of the deal, I'll make it mine to claim” she declared, feisty, crashing her lips onto his. As tension arises, Kimberly must decide : will she melt Leonardo's icy heart or lose herself trying to survive in his dangerous world?

In the lowest ranks of the Wolf Territory, Luna is the ultimate bottom feeder until Alpha King Cain forces a long lost royal heirloom onto her neck. She thinks she is a pawn, but the blood of an ancient purebred lineage awakens within her. She is the prophesied Primal Matriarch, the only one capable of ending the centuries long war. When her heat strikes unexpectedly, seven rival Alphas are sent into a primal frenzy by her scent. From a brutal king and a cold blooded mercenary to an arrogant tech mogul, they will do anything to claim her, unaware that they are merely pieces on a board. With enemies plotting in the shadows and kingdoms hungry for her power, Luna refuses to be a sacrificial lamb. Armed with a scalpel and the burning fire of the ancients, she will make them understand that she is not the prey. She is the predator. She isn't just looking for a mate, she is looking to rule.

Every year, my wife, Jessica Lowe, prepares a huge surprise for me on our wedding anniversary. On the night of our tenth anniversary, she enters the banquet hall with a scantily-dressed male model. She demands that I take off my suit and put it on him instead. I refuse and take out a divorce agreement. In retaliation, Jessica slaps a thick stack of photos onto the table. The photos show me at my most humiliated, shameful, and pathetic moments. She sneers, "Michael Jefferson, you talk about divorce all the time. But each time, you always end up crawling back to me with your tail between your legs, begging me to take you back. "Tell me, what will your comatose mother think if these pictures of you get out? Will she finally wake up in the hospital from shame and embarrassment?" However, Jessica doesn't know that my mother, Eleanor Brown, passed away months ago.

After taking a shower, I stepped barefoot onto the smart scale at home. A cheerful chime rang out. "Congratulations, Mia, you're in your second trimester. The baby weighs three pounds already!" I froze. I was pregnant? How did I not know? Heart pounding, I snatched up my phone and immediately called my husband. "What's going on with the scale at home? I'm pregnant?!" There was a moment of silence on the other end before his familiar, gentle chuckle came through. "Mila, it's just a scale. The data must be wrong. Maybe you're just too sensitive since you haven't been able to get pregnant." I hung up and connected the scale to Bluetooth. In the data log, I saw three months' worth of steadily increasing numbers. Grabbing my car keys, I headed straight for Mia Lane's university.

Once again, my wife, Claire Winters, stabbed me with a silver needle. A reporter tracked me down and asked, "Louis Sterling, wasn't your wife, Claire, one of the winners of the National Inspiration Awards from ten years ago? She won the reward for saving you during the earthquake and ending up paralyzed from the waist down, right?" I stayed quiet for a moment, then nodded. "Louis, we're from a TV station, and we're producing a tenth anniversary special about the earthquake." I rubbed my arm, which was covered in tiny needle marks, and looked her straight in the eye. I replied, "That's fine, but can you keep the cameras discreet? Claire isn't used to being in front of so many lenses." However, I never expected that on the very first day of the live broadcast, I would be dragged onto the trending charts and torn apart online.

Amelia was leading a perfect life, She loved her life, her friends everything. But what she hated the most were boys. Especially boys who like to play with girls. She hasn't had any good reason to trust them. Whenever she loved someone it was always for some ulterior motive. What happens when she bumps into School's new boy, Damien? Icy blue eyes are his signature. A boy who is cocky, sweet, caring but at the same time mysterious in his own ways. Will Damien prove her wrong and fall in love along with her? Or does he have his own motives behind his actions. To add onto Amelia's turmoil of a life, what will happen when the boy who broke her heart a few years back returns to claim her back? What would have happened between the two? Peek in to know ~~

“Who do you belong to?” He asked, his breath hot against my face as I straddled him. The way his arms wrapped around my waist made my breath hitch, and I clutched onto his shirt tighter. “Answer me,” he thundered, making me shudder in fright. “I belong to Prince Darion,” I muttered, my voice low. I could feel the sound of my erratic heartbeat drumming against my chest, yet I could only grind my teeth against each other. … Chosen by Darion Gray, I'd become his possession, unable to escape even if I wanted to. Not only had he owned my body, but my soul as well. What I hadn't expected was for me to fall for a man who had worn a mask since the beginning. A mask he never took off.

At the engagement banquet, Monique Walton is in the middle of telling all the guests and the viewers of the livestream that's taking place about our tale of romance. What she doesn't know is that I have already swapped out the romantic video of our sweet memories for the racy clip of her and Terry Caldwell going at it like rabbits. When the clip is presented on the monitor, everyone falls silent immediately. That's when the live comments on the livestream instantly overwhelm the comment section. Monique turns around in a fluster, the well-maintained smile on her face starting to crack bit by bit. She stumbles toward the control panel, accidentally knocking over the champagne tower in her haste. Amid the chaos, I draw to my feet and walk onto the stage. Then, I pick up the microphone Monique has just dropped. "Everyone, this engagement banquet is officially canceled. From now on, Monique Walton and I are no longer affiliated with each other."