Lorax Green Guy Novels & Stories

During Black Friday, the intelligent system I develop helps the company run highly targeted ads and brings in 30 million dollars in revenue. But when I apply for the project bonus, the director rejects it. "The system is just an auxiliary tool. The performance belongs to the sales department." I hold back my frustration and pull up the system logs. "88% of the orders come from the system's targeted pushes. According to company policy, I should receive a 0.5% commission." The director glances at me, twirling his pen. "If the sales commission doesn't go to the sales department, should it go to you? And your lousy system exceeds the API limit and racks up extra fees. You still owe us a hundred thousand dollars. We'll deduct that from your salary." Three days before Christmas sales are set to begin, the system completely shuts down because of API restrictions. Late at night, the director calls me. I stare at my computer screen. "Since the system is just an auxiliary tool, why don't you start with manual targeting?"

I've accidentally worn a dress belonging to my deceased older sister, Gwendolyn Stokes, to a family banquet. Because of that, my husband, Thomas Torres, goes quiet with fury. He then sentences me to a punishment of kneeling in the snow for three long hours. The blizzard chills me to the bone. My son, Robin Torres, makes fun of me while hurling snowballs at me. "No matter how much you dress up, you'll always be a phony! Don't think you can go around replacing my mommy just because you've changed into her dress!" As I stare at Robin's face, which bears some resemblance with mine, I feel my heart breaking. He has no idea that I'm his actual mother. On the year Gwendolyn passed away, Thomas, who drank himself into a stupor, mistook me for her. That night, he kept moaning Gwendolyn's name and whispering sweet nothings to me. That was how I got pregnant with Robin. Thomas has forbidden me from telling anyone the truth. On the other hand, I can't bear to leave my own child alone. So, I beg Thomas repeatedly to let me stay in the Torres residence. During my stay here, Thomas gives me the cold shoulder all the time. Only when he needs to vent his desire does he seek me out. What I didn't expect is that Robin hates my guts as well. Not only does he keep pulling pranks on me from time to time, but he also curses at me. "Shameless women like you have no right to stay in my home! Once I grow up, I'll definitely kick you out!" Now, I can finally respond to him. "Oh, I don't have to wait for you to grow up at all." Tomorrow, I'll pack my things and leave. I no longer want to remain as someone else's replacement and continue living a life of humiliation. This time, I'm going to pursue a life of my own.

Belle catches her boyfriend cheating with her best friend on their one year anniversary. Feeling humiliated and heartbroken, Belle finds herself in a VIP club with the friends she was supposed to be on a double date with, trying to forget everything for one night until she meets him. James Wilder, a dangerously hot billionaire who seeks to claim her body and soul until he becomes her only obsession. Belle thought tonight was about losing her virginity to Sam, but she ends up having a wild steamy encounter with James. The man who turned out to be the CEO of the company she just started working at, her boss, and worst of all, her best friend Tania’s father. Belle believes fate is on her side. Hurt by their betrayal, she creates a revenge plan. Seduce James and become his lover to get back at Tania and make Sam jealous. But James Wilder’s rules don’t make things easy. He never dates his employees. He never falls in love. And most certainly, his daughter’s best friend is even more forbidden. Still, he can’t stay away. He makes Belle his personal trainee and she sees her chance to seduce him completely, turn his heart away from his spoiled daughter, and make him fall helplessly in love with her no matter the cost. But will she succeed in her revenge, or will Belle be the one who falls first? James’ dark past wasn’t part of her bargain, and soon she finds herself trapped in it with no way out. Will getting back at her best friend, who is ready to ruin the life of any woman who competes for her dad’s love, and hurting her ex go as planned, or will it drag Belle down too?

When Emery Starr witnesses a crime, she is forced to uproot her entire life. Sure, she was shy and wasn't exactly popular, but she had good friends and a loving father. Now, she must leave her life behind as she hides from a notorious kingpin who is hell bent on keeping Emery from testifying. Who can she trust in her new town? Will her intimidating new bodyguard be able to keep her safe?

“You will be my maid by day and my mistress by night,” he whispers in my ear as my body trembles beneath his. “What Damon wants, he always gets. And tonight… I want you.” Robert, my husband, sold me off to pay his gambling debts for one million dollars to an irresistible, cold-hearted billionaire. It was supposed to be for just one night, and I was supposed to be the perfect submissive wife or risk Robert’s dangerous temper. But my whole life changed. It took one night of passion with Damon Noble to end five years of being called an incomplete woman for being barren. While Robert wanted to let me go, Damon offered me a contract I couldn’t refuse, to own me for three months. His rules were simple: all I had to do was be his mistress. Never fall in love with him. Obey his every command. And never get pregnant. What will happen when Damon discovers my secret pregnancy and a husband who wants me back? Who is my baby’s real father? When Damon and I fall head over heels in love with each other and enemies rise to tear us apart, will they succeed, or will our love conquer all?

Aspen Nicholls and Colin's five-year marriage is held together by her pride and dignity. She thinks they're at least fond of each other, even if he doesn't love her. But one day, she receives two pieces of bad news simultaneously. One is her and Colin's only child's critical illness notice. The other is a headline of Colin spending a fortune for his true love. Well, she doesn't need to pretend to be his wife anymore. That's when he buys over all the paparazzi and falls to his knees before her in the snow. He begs her to return to him. Unfortunately for him, she shows up arm-in-arm with another man. Her new man tells the whole world about their relationship.

Right before I hit forty, my husband hit me with: "I want a divorce." For the past ten years, I had been driving a truck outside every day to support my family, while he had been cheating on me at home. Even our child was no longer close to me. "Bad Mom! You hit Jenny! Bad Mom!" Willy cried. "I don't want Mom. I want Jenny. I wanna stay with Dad and Jenny!" Jenny. The neighbor. Single mom. Her kid and ours were tight. Ten years of grinding, running myself ragged—for two ingrates? All right! Wish your family of four a happy life! I didn't want my husband or son anymore.

At the company banquet, my boyfriend of five years, Lucas Cowan, dropped to one knee and proposed to his first love in front of everyone. I did not cry or make a scene. I stood off to the side, sipped my wine, and wished them well. Afterward, Lucas pulled me aside to explain. "Rebecca's family has the resources I need. Her mother said she would only agree to the partnership if we married." He paused, then added, "Don't worry. Once I get what I need, I'll divorce her and marry you." I smiled and told him, "I understand. The company comes first." In my previous life, I lost control on the spot. I stormed the stage and drove Rebecca out of the company myself. She went straight into the arms of Lucas' biggest rival, and that company skyrocketed overnight. As a result, Lucas locked me in a basement and starved me to death. This time, I wouldn't stand in their way. What Lucas didn't know is that every connection, every deal, and every resource his company had ever relied on was arranged quietly by me through my family's connections. From now on, each time he got close to Rebecca, I would cut off another lifeline, another resource. I wanted to see what his precious company looked like when nothing was left to hold it up.

My husband brings a pregnant Meryl Cleat home and lies to me, claiming that she's his stepmother. I'm wholly against the idea, but she says, "The children will call you their mother when they're born, so you don't have to go through the pain of childbirth. Think about how lucky you are, experiencing motherhood without the suffering!" I demand a divorce in the heat of the moment; Meryl is so infuriated by this that she faces labor complications and later dies. Out of guilt, I become a stay-at-home mother to care for her two super male kids. Yet they scaled me with boiling water and blind me in one eye. My health deteriorates under their intense torment, and I'm diagnosed with uremia. That's when I accidentally discover Meryl isn't my stepmother—she's my husband's mistress! I'm in despair when I return home. To make matters worse, I catch her—when she's supposed to be dead—and my husband in bed together. Her two super male sons ultimately stab me to death. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day she fakes her death!

My partner, Derek Crawford, calls himself a traditional man. On our tenth anniversary, I bought him a pair of his favorite AJ sneakers. Instead, he gifted me a bag of pastries. "Your cake is extremely tiny, and yet it costs you a few dozen dollars! Look at the pastries I got you—not only are they cheap, but they are also huge in quantity! Now this is what I call worth it!" After that, Derek tells me that he'll make it up to me by throwing an engagement party. He has also invited my parents and my relatives to the party. With anticipation brimming in our eyes, we arrive at the restaurant, only to see Derek serving us with store-bought pickles and dinner rolls. "I'm a traditional man, you see. I'm not used to fancy food and foreign cuisines. This, right here, is the basics of a traditional dinner. You don't see patriotic men like me nowadays!" My relatives' expressions change drastically on the spot. Meanwhile, my parents look very mortified. I can only smile awkwardly at them while doing everything I can to stop them from leaving. But as soon as I leave the hotel, I receive a notification from the bank that 200 thousand dollars have been deducted from my account via a supplementary card linked to it. At the same time, Derek's childhood sweetheart, Renee Young, posts a photo of her 12-layered luxurious cake on her social media account. "When I told Derek that I wanted to celebrate my birthday, not only did he buy me the most expensive strawberry cake, but he also reserved a dozen or so tables that are served with the grandest feast! "If your man loves you that much, he won't need any lessons in pampering you! Traditional men definitely know how to love and pamper their queens!" I tighten my grip on my phone. As I look back at Derek, who keeps claiming that he's a traditional man stuck to his traditional ways, I suddenly find it exhausting to continue being in a relationship with him.