Meaning:counter

Evina Chen is a young career woman who is not afraid to defy her superiors. She would even risk her personal life to defend her colleagues from tyrannical bosses. Meanwhile, Gabriel Yang is a ruthless, dominant CEO who would sacrifice anything for the sake of the growth of their company. He would crush anyone who would dare stand in his way. She hates authorities. He hates rebels. But both would learn the true meaning of love in each other's arms. The question is, will their love for one another be enough to overcome the power struggles along the way? ****** NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: > Forgive me in advance for the mistakes. I don't have an editor yet. :') > Feel free to get in touch with me at @7arabella7 > Thank you for giving this story a chance. I hope you like it! :*

After five years trapped in a loveless marriage, Cecily believed that finally carrying a child would give her life meaning and perhaps soften a husband who had never learned how to love her. But when tragedy steals her unborn child before it ever draws its first breath, the fragile world she clung to collapses completely. Left with nothing but grief and quiet betrayal, Cecily makes the boldest decision of her life: she walks away from her marriage, her home, and the identity she sacrificed everything to protect. Yet leaving is never simple when she has spent years living under the shadow of one name. Without the title of being Linus Shaw’s first wife, who is Cecily? Will she truly build a life that belongs only to herself?

"Hi there, I'd like to emigrate." Christina stood at the counter and handed over the neatly prepared documents to the clerk on the other side of the glass. The clerk quickly stamped each page. The red ink spread like tiny ripples on still water. Then, without looking up, he pulled out another form and passed it back to her. "Ma'am, your paperwork will be processed in fifteen days." Christina nodded, turned on her heel, and headed for the exit. But before she could step outside, whispers trailed after her. "Did I see that right? Mrs. Waldorf is applying for emigration? Did she have a squabble with Mr. Waldorf?" "Even if they argued, would it go this far? Mr. Waldorf practically worships her. What could possibly make her leave so decisively?" "Exactly. Five years ago, their wedding was the event of the century. Even someone like me, who barely goes online, heard about it. And three years ago, after her car accident, the blood bank ran out of stock. Mr. Waldorf ignored everyone's objections and nearly drained himself to save her. Then, just last year, when she disappeared for an hour, he mobilized every media outlet worldwide to find her. Now she's leaving without a word—won't that drive him insane?" The murmurs swirled and lingered, but Christina only smiled faintly. Her expression was calm, but her eyes darkened with a bitterness that deepened with every step. Yes, she thought. Everyone knew just how much Lucien Waldorf loved her.

During a long holiday, my husband booked flights for a family vacation. On the way to the airport, I suddenly saw numbers appearing on everyone’s head. The numbers on my husband’s head indicated sixty years, but my parents and I had only six hours indicated on our heads. While I was puzzled over the meaning of those numbers, I noticed that the driver next to us only had six seconds indicated over his head through the car window. Five… Four… Three… Two… One. When the number turned zero, a massive truck immediately rammed into the car next to us. I saw flickers of fire, flesh and blood exploding before my eyes. People were screaming for help, but I could not hear anything. I trembled as cold sweat drenched my entire body. It was because my flight would be taking off in six hours.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

It's my first day undercover at my future husband's dessert shop, and chaos walks in with fake lashes and two-inch nails. "I want an ice cream. Heated." I paused. "Just checking... You want your ice cream hot?" She gave me a look like I'd failed kindergarten. "Yes. Hot ice cream. Are you slow?" Deep breath. Zen mode. Customer-first service smile. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Ice cream has to stay frozen, or it just turns into—well... milk. If you want something warm, we have hot tea or coffee." "I'm pregnant!" she screeched. "Pregnant women crave weird things! Plus, my doctor said I can't eat anything cold! Are you trying to kill my baby and me? Is that what this is?!" People started turning their heads. Fantastic. A whole audience. I kept my voice low. "Ma'am, I can refund you." She suddenly smacked the counter, knocking the scanner sideways. Her nails shot past my face like tiny knives. "What kind of attitude is that?! A pathetic cashier talking back to me? I'll call my husband and get you fired!" Then, she leaned in like she was about to reveal a royal bloodline. "Guess what? I'm the boss's wife." I blinked. If that was true, I really needed to stop thinking about helping my boyfriend to open 3,000 franchise stores.

Zoya Ironwood was nothing significant. Just a star fighter at Shadow Rings. She didn't have to be significant to survive. Zoya hid her identity as an omega for years. She was mated to Alpha Xander. Everything was fine. Until her whole world collided with Ragnar Throne, the cold immortal Lycan, or in simpler terms, pure evil and destruction. In one day, everything she struggles to build comes crashing down. She is left rejected and alone. She is forced to do his bidding and endure his manipulate ways if she wants to survive. It's almost bearable... But doesn't he know the meaning of personal space? Zoya can't imagine why he is coming close to her. But if she wants her freedom, then she must study her enemy very closely. Playing a dangerous game of love is the only way to end him. But whoever falls first looses.

Sophia. Meaning: wisdom. Sophia Syde, a young, nineteen-year-old who grew up in the shadow of her elder siblings now has to step into the world that provides her an experience out of her comfort zone. With initial hesitation and doubts, Sophia finds her new life fascinating to the point where she takes extreme measures to contain the position in the company. The company that is run by her older brother that is too sensitive about her wellbeing. Sophia has to take decisions, ones that shifts her life to an undiscovered territory of not only living but also personality. A personality she moulds herself into for adaptation in her newfound, chosen life. A life where she has to hurt someone, and trust other. Where she gets hurt by a foe but also adored by a lover. A life where family matters, but they're also the one to hurt her. Welcome to Sophia's happening life.

She was known as ‘Manslayer’ a ruthless woman who kills someone for money, she's fearless that knows no boundary. She's merciless and love seeing someone begged on their knees. She is Addison Mackenzie who killed her own emotions. Not until she met a man who changes her. He shows kindness, he just walks through her wall fuck her life, everything about her. Unknowingly, he freed her heart from where it belongs. He’s a damn thief who stoles a piece of her and now, she has got nothing but uncertainty. He showed love, a fucking love that she doesn’t even know the meaning and what can it does. Unfortunately, because of a mission she gave him rage, and everything was ruined. Will love conquers it all? Will she listen to his lullaby? Or she will just walk away as she did over and over again?

BOOK ONE OF A SERIES Diana Rivera didn't just witness the man she loved stabbing her father to death but was also framed for it, fleeing her birthplace in the process. When she realized that she was pregnant with his child, she knew she was going to be a single mum but five years later, viral news was able to bring her information about her father's murderer and she finally saw the dreadful face of the man she now loathed with the intention of killing him and fleeing his palace alive. But what if it turns out that this was only a minor misunderstanding, and her existence had a lot more meaning than mere revenge, especially when the Alpha King is not only the father of her child but also her fated Mate? Will they be able to put their differences aside and give the five-year-old child the answer to the question she always asked anytime she saw the Alpha King on TV, "Mummy, who is that man?"