Miss Daisy Is Crazy

I've taken three knife blows and a bullet for Isabella Thornton. I'm one of the top bodyguards in the business. My younger brother always trails behind her, cracking jokes. He's nothing more than a tagalong. I've always believed my loyalty and scars are all she has to feel safe. Then, the unthinkable happens—the three of us are kidnapped, and the kidnappers say only two of us can walk free. Isabella doesn't hesitate. She looks me straight in the eye and says, "You stay. My dad will give your family double the compensation. But Jasper has to come with me." Jasper Meyer is my younger brother. That's when I realize that his daily little gestures and playful teasing have already won her heart. Now reborn, I find myself back on the day the Thornton family is selecting their bodyguards.

My childhood friend used to be a gifted young artist until he fell in love with the most beautiful girl on campus. I told his parents about it, and he was forced to study abroad. Eventually, he took control of the family business, and I became one of his employees. Following his orders, my boss drugged my drink and sent me to the room of a business associate. I was subjected to humiliation and torture until I died.I woke up again, realizing that I had been transported back in time to a point before all of these events had occurred.

"I wish I had jumped down a cliff." I uttered, tears rolling down my cheeks. He was indifferent, a chuckle emanating from his lips. "And what will be your gain?" His hand lingered on my neck, his dark eyes staring right at me "Why don't you become mine instead?" ...... One night. One contract. One chance at love. Sarah Williams had a nightstand with Vincenzo, a mafia boss on her boyfriend's birthday. Which ended up as a disaster the next day. However, to make things right and fix his reputation, he was left with no choice but to make Sarah his wife, so he propose a marriage contract to her. However, what happens when a one night stand turns into an entangled deal? Would she let love do its thing? Or would she allow herself remain helpless forever in the web of a contract marriage? What is it going to be?

"Do you still have a boyfriend?" He asked with a mocking tone. "I thought that ship sailed already. I do not bite Sunflower. The last time we spoke, you said you like what you see." Simon said standing up. He went over to her, shifted her food aside and sat on the same spot. "The only excuse you gave for not wanting to feel what I have to offer, was your boyfriend. Is the excuse still valid?" He asked with a sensual smile touching her cheeks gently with the pad of his thumb while the other hand found his newly discovered spot, the crease of her ears. "Imagine the level of pleasure I would give you. I am a very patient man when it comes to my desires and I am not greedy as well. Your pleasure, would be my pleasure." He reassured her with a smile. He got down from the table and walked over to her, standing behind her. Slowly, he sucked on her neck. "Mmm," came the suppressed moan from Paige with her eyes shut. "Shhhh, you don't want to disturb the people behind those doors." He said. Money was top of Paige Patterson's priority list while Love didn't even make it to the list. There were too many bills to pay and a childhood memory to secure. The Kentleys seemed to be her only hope to financial freedom but the price was way too much for her. With Simon Kentley, she would be able to sort out all her needs but would she be able to sort any of his? Other Books By The Author. •You Are Mine For Keeps •Loved By A Real Man

Freedom... Was all Anastasia Redeye, an eighteen years old werewolf princess wants, however, it was like when an Omega dreams of becoming a Luna. Unless there is a miracle, it is going to be forever that way. Anastasia was made to dress and behave the way she didn't want, and on the day she clocks 18, her father reveals his plan to her, and that is, she was promised as a gift to the greatest Werewolf Alpha. Well, not as a bride, but as one of his mistresses. This struck Anastasia's heart, remembering her the need to leave this prison called home, thus, she escape. However, on her journey to find this freedom, she met a guy who she didn't hesitate to tease whenever they met, and gradually, she fell into the pool of love. But what would she do when there was suddenly a crisis in his pack and he asked her to leave? Would she stay because of love or leave because of her freedom? If we commit ourselves to one person for life, this is not, as many people think, a rejection of freedom; rather, it demands the courage to move into all the risks of freedom, and the risk of love which is permanent; into that love which is not possession but participation.

"เมื่อไหร่พี่จะลาออกสักที ไม่อยากออกไปทำอาชีพดีๆ กว่านี้เหรอ เรียนก็สูงทำไมอยากมาเป็นคนใช้" "รอให้พี่ได้ผัวรวยๆ ก่อนนะ พี่ถึงจะไป หรือว่าจะให้พี่...จัดการคุณโชซะตอนนี้เลย" "จัดการอะไร?" "ก็...จัดการรวบรัดตัดตอน จับคุณโชทำผัวซะเลยดีไหมคะ พี่จะได้เลิกเป็นคนใช้สักทีไง" "เหอะ! พูดออกมาได้ สมองพี่ไม่คิดอย่างอื่นเลยเหรอ นอกจากเรื่องใต้สะดือ" "แหม! พูดเหมือนตัวเองไม่หมกมุ่นเลยนะคะหนุ่มน้อย เมื่อกี๊ยังเห็นสาวหนอนอยู่ยิกๆ วันหลังก็บอกพี่สิ...พี่ช่วยได้นะ" "พูดอะไรของพี่ ออกไปเลยไป ผมยังไม่ชะตาขาดตอนนี้หรอก" "หึ! ฟังพูดเข้า แล้วอย่ามานั่งกลืนน้ำลายตัวเองแล้วกัน เพราะถ้าถึงวันนั้น คุณโชอาจจะถึงขั้นคางเหลืองเลยนะ" "ออกไปเลย อย่ามาพูดให้ขนลุก "

The enemies of my adopted sister's parents mistook me for her and kidnapped me. Before the rogues killed me, they gave me three phone calls for help. If anyone was willing to give me three hundred dollars, I could live. For the first call, I dialed my father. Father didn't listen to a word I said. He immediately unleashed a torrent of curses. "Where the hell are you? Get your ass back home right now for your sister's birthday!" For the second call, I dialed my brother. My brother listened silently to my plea for help, then hung up with a cold snort. "You're never around when the pack needs you. Who's going to fall for this act now?" For the third call, I dialed my fiancé. He didn't even answer. When I called again, I'd been blocked. The rogue wolf laughed at me. "Looks like being the eldest daughter of the Ashwood family doesn't mean much, does it?" After he tortured me to death, he stuffed my body into a suitcase and threw it in the river.

As soon as Samantha found out that she is pregnant she decided to leave and stay with her Auntie Lorena in New York. After establishing a new life far away from home, with her aunt and her most beloved son, she thought everything will be all right. Until that one heart-breaking call that compelled her to go back to the Philippines where she came face to face once again with the man she swore never to see again. “Tell me, Sam! Why did you leave? Does it have something to do with what happened to us that momentous night? Was that the reason why you never want to see me again?” How could she give Marco San Sebastian all the answers he is asking for when she knew deep within her heart that he is going to hate her once he found out the truth? Would the love that they have but kept hidden in their hearts be strong enough to salvage their relationship once the truth about Makki has been unfolded? Or would they let personal issues and life's challenges forever impede their love?

I had been married to Alexander for three years. Everyone feared his ruthlessness, but he had always been incredibly gentle with me. But ever since Elena took a bullet for him during a shootout six months ago, everything changed. He always said she got hurt saving him, so I had to be accommodating. At the family’s most prestigious gala, my husband—the Don, Alexander—arrived with his secretary, Elena, on his arm. Pinned to her chest was the ruby brooch that symbolized the position of the Donna of the family. "Elena took a bullet for me. She liked the brooch, so I let her borrow it for a while. Regardless, you are the only donna here. Try to show some class." I didn't argue with him. I just removed my wedding ring and pulled out the divorce papers: "Since she likes it so much, she can have it. Including this seat next to you. I'm giving that up, too." Alexander signed without hesitation, a cold smile on his face. "What kind of manipulative trick are you playing now? You're an orphan, separated from your family, you won't survive three days in Sicily. I'll wait for you to come back begging me." I took out an encrypted satellite phone I hadn't used in three years. Alexander didn't know that I was actually the youngest daughter of the oldest Mafia family in Europe. But my family and Alexander’s had always been enemies. To marry him, I had changed my name and even severed ties with my father and brothers. The call connected. I took a deep breath and whispered, "Papa, I regret it. Send someone to pick me up in two weeks."

The day Calista Everhart gets divorced, her divorce papers end up splashed online, becoming hot news in seconds. The reason for divorce was highlighted in red: "Husband impotent, leading to an inability to fulfill wife's essential needs." That very night, her husband, Lucian Northwood, apprehends her in the stairwell. He voice was low as he told her, "Let me prove that I'm not at all impotent …"