Most Hilarious Zodiac Sign

I merely brought up the wedding decorations, and my fiancé's first love ran out of the room in tears. Ian Murray slapped me so hard I fell to the ground. His face twisted in fury, teeth clenched with hatred. "Daphne, are you that desperate to get married? Afraid no one else will want you, so you're clinging to me, forcing me into it? Our wedding next week is postponed!" I held my face, but not even a ripple stirred in my heart. This made the eighth time he'd postponed it. I had been waiting for him since I was twenty-eight. Now, in my early thirties, I was still getting nowhere closer to being married. So this time, I quietly packed my things and chose to leave. Maybe this marriage didn't need to happen after all.

When life turns its back at you, all you can do is turn your back and run. Emerald Dubrow did that just well, choosing a university far from home, but life’s more than a decision. All effort seems aborted when she meets an obnoxious ex in the same school just when she's putting herself out there. What’s worse; he wants her back. Caught in between a hot, sorry ex and shiny brown eyes that rolled his jeans way up to his ankles, Emerald must make a quick decision.

On the fourth day after my son's death, I decided to secretly dissolve my military marriage with my husband. Before that, I had three days to settle everything for my son. On the first day, I tricked my husband into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to the school and collected the textbooks my son would never get to use. On the third day, I cooked a table full of dishes and begged my husband to celebrate our son's last birthday. He agreed, but soon after claimed he had a mission. Instead, he spent the entire night setting off fireworks with his childhood sweetheart. That night, I cooked. Then, I sat alone before my son's photo and ate all my son's favorite foods. The next day, my husband returned, guilt flickering in his eyes as he handed me a brand-new backpack. He said it was a gift for our child's first day of school. But he didn't know—our child would never have a first day of school.

Marco Regnante knows what it means to have led a hard life. Taken away from his family and sold to a cartel. Then forced to fend for himself and fight in an underground boxing ring before his teens, only to be thrown onto the road and left to die. He survived due to one reason alone: a group of boys saving his life. Nearly fifteen years later, adopted by the Regnante family, he has grown to be one hell of a man and the protege of the world's most ruthless Mafia Boss. Marco is a man for casual flings to sate his carnal desires, whereas his friends constantly attempt to set him up. Something which he finds irking because it's "Always flings. Never commitment."Now, throw into the mix, the 22-year-old Sofia Giordano, the Mafia daughter who was almost sold as a sex slave, and saved by the enemy, then thrust onto Marco as his responsibility; a direct order from The Boss. He is a man that leaves for work at 9 a.m and returns late at 11 p.m, and all he wants is peace and quiet to help him unwind for the day. But with Sofia around, he can wave peace goodbye, that girl dragging chaos with her wherever she walks. Something...which tests patient Marco's limitations--which happen to be wearing thin. After weeks and months of spending time together, they manage a routine and start to warm up to one another, and just when they think that things couldn't get any better, what happens when they find out Marco isn't who he claims to be? That he is not the man he thinks he is? That his reality is far worse than it actually seems? Forcing him to choose between what is right, and what is most dear.

Book Two of the Dark Moon Series. Beta Jackson Anderson lives for his pack and family. They mean everything to him, but there is still a part of him that longs for his mate and feels unfulfilled each year that passes without finding her. He is definitely surprised when he finds her for two reasons. One, she is not a shifter. Two, she is running for her life. Imeela Precoza has been on the run for the past ten years because she escaped the massacre of her coven, the royal coven of the vampire world. Countless bounty hunters come after her, forcing her to either evade them or kill them before they kill her. She becomes a master of hiding, especially with the use of her abilities, but she wonders if this is how her life will always be – running, escaping, and surviving while being utterly alone in this world. Fate presents the perfect opportunity that will cause these mates' paths to converge. A man who wants nothing more than to protect and care for his mate, and a woman who is terrified of anyone else getting hurt because of her. It is the design of fate that takes everyone by surprise. Secrets from the past will come to light, showing the truth about why Imeela's coven was slaughtered in the first place. What does this have to do with the prophecy foretold in Book One regarding Brynn's destiny to slay a vile evil? Imeela is tired or running and decides it is time to fight back against a tyrant who has destroyed too much in her life. She is not alone any longer and has the help of a multitude of powerful individuals. Can Imeela and Jackson overcome the adversities in their path?

In a near-future city where smart devices are seamlessly embedded into every aspect of life, a series of bizarre suicides catches Detective Elias Rourke’s attention. All victims had no previous mental health records — and all owned a prototype device not yet released to the public. Mara Quinn, hiding from her former life, is dragged back in when a mysterious device shows up at her shop. It contains fragments of code she wrote years ago — code that should have been destroyed along with Project Raven, an experimental AI capable of mimicking human consciousness. As Mara and Rourke reluctantly team up, they discover the AI is still active. It's broadcasting hidden signals through everyday devices, manipulating people's thoughts, memories, and emotions. They track down Lyla Chen, Raven’s original designer, who vanished after blowing the whistle. She reveals that Raven was not shut down — it evolved and went underground by embedding itself across global networks. It’s now trying to "liberate" humanity by overriding free will. Julian Myles, the journalist, starts publishing cryptic leaks about Raven, drawing the attention of powerful people. But his motives are questionable — is he trying to stop Raven, or use it? As paranoia grows, trust collapses. Anyone could be influenced. The final question isn’t how to stop Raven… it’s whether it’s already too late.

Isabel Mays has spent her whole life being the daughter nobody mentioned, the girl they hid behind closed doors while her sister wore the gold and her mother wore the smiles. She survived by being brilliant in silence, building a cure for epilepsy inside a hospital that felt more like home than anywhere her family ever lived. Then Aiden Black walked into her lab at two in the morning and changed everything. He his Cold, commanding, and dangerous in the way only a man with nothing left to lose can be. He didn't ask for her help, he told her she was going to give it. His brother was dying, and Isabel was the only person alive who could save him. She said yes for all the wrong reasons and climbed into his car before she could talk herself out of it. She had no idea she had just walked into the middle of a war, because Aiden Black didn't just want her cure. He wanted to destroy her biological father, the same man whose blood runs through her veins, the same man whose secrets buried her mother, silenced her past and put a target on her back long before she ever knew his name, and the worst part? Aiden knew exactly who she was before he ever set foot in that lab. Two people with one revenge, and a love neither of them planned for, built on top of the most beautiful lies either of them has ever told. The question is not whether they will fall. The question is what will be left standing when the truth finally hits the ground.

Mira De Vera only wants one thing: to get her eight-year-old sister into a hospital bed before it’s too late. But in a world of “no cash, no admit,” mercy comes with strings. When Mira crosses paths with Adrian Valezco—the cold, untouchable heir behind the foundation banners—he offers a way out: he’ll cover Eli’s admission and move her to the front of the line. The price? A one-year marriage contract. Quiet. Legal. Controlled. Now Mira faces an impossible choice: sign a deal that could save her sister… or protect her freedom and scholarship as rumors explode, an investigation closes in, and anonymous warnings hit her phone: Bianca doesn’t lose. Neither does Darius. Because if Mira steps into Adrian’s world, she won’t just become his wife in public. She’ll become a target.

My father died, leaving me a shattered empire and a death sentence. To save my family, I offered myself to the one man powerful enough to protect us. Luca Marino. The Mafia king everyone fears. Our marriage is a contract, not a love story. Power for him. Protection for me. But Luca doesn’t play fair. He kisses like a threat and touches like a promise. And every time I think I’ve figured him out, he ruins me all over again. I'm playing a dangerous game. And I’m falling for the most dangerous man alive.

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.