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One week after moving into my new home, my neighbor, Penny Halpern, suddenly knocks on my door and claims that my son, Benedict Geller, has been spying on her daughter, Monica Ritter, when the latter is bathing. "I saw everything with my own eyes! Every day, he'd cling to the windowsill and spy on me when I'm bathing! He even took pictures of me with a camera! "I'm so scared! Who knows what he's doing with those pictures? That boy really is disgusting!" Penny and Monica threaten me to call the police on Benedict if I don't pay them soon. Feeling rather puzzled, I just kick them out of my apartment. Unexpectedly, Penny summons all the neighbors in the residential area over to my place the

After my husband, Joseph Adams, hired thugs to smash my taco stand again, I pushed the destroyed remains to his company’s anniversary banquet. Joseph had his arm around his little secretary, Monica Martin, when he announced that she would soon be joining the company’s management team. I pressed the horn and called out, “Tacos for sale to support my husband’s mistress—three thirty a piece!” Amid the stunned and bewildered stares of the crowd, Joseph’s brows twisted into a deep frown.

Jade Pinkerton, a wolfless shifter, is born to her father the Alpha, and treated poorly her entire life. Cruelly banished from her pack she must fend for herself with the help of the kind-hearted person, Monica. Hoping to learn to trust once again, she starts anew by joining Monica’s Lycan pack, unaware that she serves the king of the Lycans the most feared of her kind. Determined to prove her Alpha father wrong she works at the new pack pub while staying with Monica. There Jade discovers herself and so much more.

For twenty years, Adriano De Santis has carried the pain of the betrayal that destroyed his family. His father, Samuel De Santis, betrayed his wife, Isabella, with Silvia and secretly conspired with her behind his wife's back. Together, they stole everything Isabella owned, leaving her with nothing but the clothes on her back. For two decades, she carried the heartbreak and emotional devastation caused by that betrayal, and her health slowly deteriorated, eventually leading to her death. After losing his mother, Adriano returns to Milan with only one goal in mind: revenge. But this time, he returns under a fake identity: Marcello Romano, a professional bodyguard. The key to his revenge is

Monica was drowned into melancholy from a shocked experience that took place in her life years back, but she never tried to give up on life, instead she tried any means to become a happy person. Luckily, she later found happiness on Arnold –who made her the happiest person she ever dreamt of becoming, not until a strategic story struck out their love which caused back the nightmare that kept haunting her every single night.Will she later find happiness?Will she later become the lady she ever dreamt of?Find out in this thriller and an emotional heart wrenching story.

In the silence of the night, I stumbled upon a secret that changed everything in my marriage. My mafia husband was going to set me up in another man's bed on the night of our 5th anniversary, so that he could be with his old lover. CHAPTER 1# "Five years together, and it still feels like a dream," Daniel whispered, his breath tickling my ear as we danced in the middle of the crowd. I smiled, feeling like the luckiest woman alive. “I know exactly what you mean”. I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “Happy anniversary emily” I turned around and saw my sister in law Claire holding a glass of wine and standing in front of me with her eyes filled with malice. I s

My husband watched me burn to death. As the flames swallowed the laboratory I had built with my own hands, Paul Goldman stood safely behind the glass, holding my best friend in his arms and the patent he had stolen from me in his hands. While I screamed and begged for help, the two people I trusted most watched me die without a shred of guilt. When the fire finally consumed me, I thought it was over. Instead, I woke up one year before my death. This time, I know exactly who my enemies are. I know how Paul will steal my research, how Monica will betray my trust, and how they will slowly strip away everything I spent years building. They believe I'm still the same devoted wife who would s

Blurb Elle has always been the tough girl next to her best friend Roseanne, the sweet one with perfect curves that make heads turn. In their last year of high school, Elle helps Roseanne take nude photos for her boyfriend Jake, but seeing Roseanne's bare tits sparks a fire in Elle that she can't put out. Her flag turns rainbow, and her mind fills with filthy dreams of pinning Roseanne down, tasting her wet folds, and making her scream in pleasure. But Jake stands in the way, a rich jerk who cheats and hurts Roseanne. Elle blackmails him to break up, but that just starts a chain of dark events. Roseanne, heartbroken, leans on Elle for comfort, leading to stolen kisses and heated to

"I, Scarlett Monica Hathaway, promise to be nothing but everything to you, and if it is a loving wife you ask for, then a loving wife, I shall be..." Scarlett's life felt like a dream on a random frigid Friday night. It was intended to be a night she spent under her covers, in her warm bed, after getting ditched by her friends at a club she had utterly invited them to. But one minute Scarlett is fleeing a pervert at the clubhouse, and the next minute she's learning about a confusingly cryptic secret, and the next minute she's making a promise that was being dangerously sealed.

One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise. Now, he is Caspian Blackwood—the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days. The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me