Mil Gaya Novels & Stories

Right after I put the invoice of an eighty-thousand-dollar gold necklace into my bag, my Instagram went wild. A woman calling herself “Future In-law” showed a picture of a ring with a diamond the size of a pigeon egg. It was worth two million dollars. [It’s our first meeting, but my future in-law insisted on giving me this. I couldn’t say no.] The next second, the shop attendant handed me a receipt saying that I owed them two million dollars. “The lady from earlier charged you for her daughter’s two-million-dollar diamond ring. She said that you’re her future in-law, so you have to be nice to her too.” I scowled. “Do you have security footage? I’d like to find her.” The shop attendant shrugged and appeared dismissive. “Sorry, but the security camera broke down today. It’s written clearly on the receipt. You can’t refuse to pay.” Exasperated, I laughed, grabbed the unsigned receipt, and called the police. “Hello, officers. I just got scammed out of two million dollars at a jewelry shop.”

Jack is a mysterious man who gives off testosterone with every step he takes; a ladies' man who will turn the life of Lucy Wilson, the most bitter and grumpy waitress in a bar in an insignificant small town, upside down. She, with a life full of difficulties and sadness, meets Jack Thierry, who by his own mistake ends up living in her house against his will. But he is not who he says he is, and soon Lucy finds herself entangled in a web of lies and secrets that will almost make her lose her mind. A misfortune will come into her life and an undeserved revenge that will change everything.

I Long Chen have been reborn to rule over everything, if buddha blocks kill buddha, if god blocks kill god, sentient beings bow down before me, life and death are under my control, to ascend the sky or go through the gates from hell, only I am SUPREME.

On our tenth anniversary, Evan Rodger and I decided to tattoo each other's names on our chests. After the tattoo session, I woke up with my head still feeling groggy. To my dismay, I found the words "Old Crone" tattooed in a bold font across my chest. Upon noticing the way my expression dropped, Isabel Hawthorn, who was the tattooist, snickered, "You’ve been dating Evan for a decade, but he still hasn’t registered your marriage together. What does that make you if not an old crone?" I smashed the mirror on the spot, which spewed broken shards in her direction. Evan practically threw himself in her direction and pulled her into his arms to protect her. He snapped at me with a ferocious scowl, "She’s just a young, naive girl who was trying to make a joke. Why are you picking on her?" I stared intently at the parted collar of his shirt. What was supposed to be my name tattooed on his chest had been replaced with "Isabel Hawthorn, My Only Love". Isabel wrapped her arms around Evan. She expertly played the victim and appealed dearly to him, "Evan said he liked my name last time, so I was only trying to make a joke. You wouldn’t be upset at me, would you, Claire?"

Synopsis " Play the role of my bride on my wedding day and I will pay you any amount " The popular Millionaire, Shane Kent said to her. " Just for a day, I will pay you 10 million dollars " He said to her. Right, it was supposed to be a day thing until it turned to days. Living with the millionaire in his mansion, she stated catching feelings which is against the contract. The contract ended and they parted ways but what happens when Shane Kent refuses to let her go? He wants her and he must get her! Let's find out in this enticing novel.

Catherine Santocristo's almost perfect life started to get messy after she had a one-night stand with the future heir of the Hamilton Corporation because he got her pregnant. After a month, Catherine will be in search of him. After days of searching, Catherine found Cohen, but it was too late. On the day she learned it was him, it was also the day of Cohen's lavish wedding to his long-time fiancee, Sandria. Distressed, she walked away and thought about herself. She told about it to her parents. It was not easy for Catherine as they pressured her to get married as soon as possible or else abort the unborn child. She couldn't tell them she became pregnant because of a one-night stand and not because of her boyfriend. In some turn of events, Catherine finds herself marrying her ex-boyfriend to save her family from the humiliation of society. Little did she know it was the starting point of her life in hell. Cohen and Catherine's paths will cross again after five years, which will further complicate their situation.

Élianor is a young woman whose existence has been a long suffering. Due to her weight, she was the target of mockery her entire life, both within her family and throughout the city. The walls of the school became the stage for her daily and relentless harassment. Her torment reached its peak during a public humiliation, so cruel and violently orchestrated that she found herself covered in an indelible disgrace in the eyes of all. Broken and consumed by shame, she had no choice but to flee this city that had become a hell. Her exile was marked by an additional drama: she left, carrying a child whose paternity she did not know, possibly the result of ultimate violence or a desperate relationship. Five years later, Élianor returns. The timid and wounded girl has disappeared. In her place stands a woman of breathtaking beauty, slim and radiant, possessing a power and authority that cannot be contested. She returns to the land of her former nightmare with a single obsession: to take revenge with cold methodical precision on all those who broke her, and to make the entire city pay the price for its indifference and cruelty.

After secretly registering our marriage, my lawyer husband, Benedict White, proposed holding a public wedding ceremony every time he gained favor with his lover, Anna Lester. Over three years, Benedict asked me thirty-three times and broke thirty-three promises. The first time, Anna’s dog died. He said we had to mourn for three months to honor it. I stood in a wedding dress and apologized endlessly to the friends and relatives seated below the stage. The second time, Anna had menstrual pain. He turned around on the way and went to care for her. After that, every ceremony he promised came with a new problem from Anna. I cried. I protested. Yet Benedict always said, “She's just a friend with benefits. You’re my wife. Don’t be so petty about it.” After the thirty-third time, I finally grew tired. I slid a divorce agreement across the table in front of him. “Let’s get this over with.”

Outside the ER, a woman clad in luxury brands is in the middle of lashing out hysterically at a camera. "That stupid deliveryman is the one responsible for crashing my two-million-dollar Porsche! He even tried to steal my Hermès bag that was inside in the car! When I caught him red-handed, he tried to assault me, too! "If he doesn't pay me 500 thousand dollars today, I'll make sure that he spends the rest of his life in jail!" As soon as the woman is done, she collapses to the floor while clutching her chest. Obviously, she's faking her collapse. How can a mother this vile possibly exist in this world? Half an hour ago, that woman has locked her three-year-old son up in her car—that's exposed under the bright sun—just so she can go to a beauty spa for cosmetic procedures. In order to save the dying child, I have no choice but to smash the window. But that woman now paints me as the bad guy in this situation and insists on ruining my life. Unfortunately for her, she doesn't notice the action camera on my helmet.

I go to the boutique my son has invested in to pick up the gown I've ordered for a banquet. Just as I'm about to leave, the manager, Wendy Reed, stops me and says that I still owe them money. She pulls out the bill. I look down at it and see that the boutique is charging me 300 thousand dollars for their creativity, 500 thousand dollars for fabric therapy, and one million dollars for their chief designer's mental wellness. On top of other expenses, the price totals up to two million dollars. I laugh incredulously and send a message to my secretary. "Withdraw our funding from my son's company and this boutique!"