Mrs Mcgonagall Cat

Blurb Isabella Salvatore had only one dream in life; to become a mum. Stuck in an abusive marriage with her husband Maxwell Henderson, who had reduced her status from his glorified trophy wife to a glorified nanny for his mistress children; Tommy and Sean, after making sure that she lost their children all to please his mistress. Isabella tries her best to win back her husband's love as she was an orphan and the only person to show her love and affection was Maxwell. But when she was made a mockery of an elite business event after getting an invitation that was "hinted" to have been sent from her husband, Max after coming as Mrs Henderson, the one who comes to her rescue isn't her husband but a stranger who seemed to be feared by everyone in that city - Alpha Damon Rodriguez. Damon offers her a deal; he would make sure she became a mum. If and only if she divorced her husband and married him. What does Isabella have to lose? Only one thing remained unknown to her ---Isabella had no idea that there were creatures known as werewolves and her new husband happened to be the Alpha of a notorious pack.

Iris thought she had married for love only to find out that her marriage was orchestrated to serve her parent professional interest, her beloved husband was cheating on her with her cousin sister Clara on her first wedding anniversary. She found them both on her matrimonial bed. Iris felt betrayed and shattered by her loved ones. She went to find solace in her best friend's house, preparing to divorce Nathan. That was when she found out she was carrying Nathan's child. Mrs Robinson, Nathan's powerful and ruthless mother, discovered that Iris was pregnant and carrying the heir to Robinson family; she refuses to let Iris leave with the Robinson heir, dragging her back into a life of control, cruelty, and manipulation. Now, trapped in a house filled with enemies, Iris must fight for her freedom, her child and her dignity. As Iris is placed in the pawn of the Robinson's twisted game, Nathan isn't indifferent as he pretends to be but manipulated by Clara to suffer iris. On the long process Iris almost loose her pregnancy due to the suffering and ill treatment she received from the Robinson family. After taking to the hospital she escaped from the hospital only to get entwined to another powerful billionaire who was the rival to Robinson empire. The powerful billionaire supported Iris. As Iris and the powerful billionaire began to grown mutual feelings for each other, Nathan begin to regret all his actions toward Iris and later found out that he genuinely felt something for Iris but it was too late for him.

"Let's get a divorce." Renna had said to her treacherous husband, Hayes Campbell, walking in on him with not one of his numerous mistresses that she knew of, but her sister, this time. Renna thought divorcing him would be the end of her misery but what about her father? The vicious man who she grew up to him finding fault in everything she did, she was his prodigal daughter while Nadia, her sister, was his favorite, despite how frequently she strayed. He disowned her right after the divorce and pushed her into the street. Divorced, disowned, and critically ill, Renna passed out on the street of New York. Renna thought she was dead until she opened her eyes in a hospital, and her ex-husband's uncle beside her. "Hey, kitten." He winked. "Don't call me that." Renna spat. "Fine, does Mrs Campbell sound better?" "Not that either," she mumbled. "Hayes and I are getting divorced." He was unusually quiet for a while, and when Renna looked up to his face, he had a smug smirk plastered all over. "Well, I guess that changes everything then." "What does that even..." "Marry me." "What?" "I will offer you a life every single lady on earth will be jealous of, kitten, the world will be at your feet, including your ex-husband, all you have to do is say yes." His name is Landon; Hayes's uncle and biggest threat. No one knew the mystery behind his hatred for Hayes. The business deals that Hayes wanted, he took them; Hayes popularity and influential spot in the country, he took that away, and now he has come for her. But not just as a game.

An aspiring journalist with a strong sense of justice. A reluctant mafia heir. And a mystery box that binds them. Twenty years ago, Nicolette Meyers witnessed the brutality of the Sticks mafia family. Twenty years later, she made it her mission to bring them down using her pen name ‘Nico Sticks’. Unfortunately, her editor stole her idea and took all the benefits before firing her. And her only consolation was a mystery box from a fan. When a blind, homeless man offered her bank cards in exchange of being her tenant, she accepted the offer not realizing he is the real ‘Nico Sticks’ – the newly-crowned heir of the Sticks family. Steffan Miller was a loyal foot soldier for the mafia until he was appointed to become the head. When his box was stolen and was sent to Nicolette, he pretended to be homeless to search for it. When the police force learned the name of the new mafia leader, it became a cat and mouse chase between them and the police force with Nicolette becoming the perfect patsy for Steffan’s operations. When strong attraction and forbidden emotions got mixed in the mission, does betrayal taste sweeter when it comes from the man you love?

Warning!!! 18+ THIS's the untold story of Orlanda, a helpless high school graduate, who just finished school and was asked by her parents to take up a job. And what job was that? A maid to the most cruel and ruthless person she had ever come across on planet earth, Oswald Dino Escobar. Under pressures, pressures from her parents and pressures for saving up for college, she took up the job and that was when her sorrows began. The unsolicited help which's rendered her months back by Carlson Jacobi, stepbrother and number one enemy to her boss—Oswald, unexpectedly turned out to be a bone of contention for her to betray her boss. Carlson maintained that's the only way to repay him, or warm his bed, and Orlanda, she never wants to do that and so she chose the only way available—to betray her boss. Oswald, ever observant and smart cat found out and he decided the only way to punish Orlanda for her betrayal, was to turn his property. So he bought her off from her parents and she became his slave, his property, his asset, his thing. Orlanda saw hell living in his custody, but not until a miracle in a disguise happened and she was taken away, without his knowledge, and to an unknown land; Oswald's betrothed, Queen Wilberforce soon got to find out about her soon-to-be husband's sex doll, and it pained her deep in her soul, so she planned to get rid of her, and that was how Orlanda's taken away. When the ruthless billionaire got to hear of it, he knew he just had to find her, that this property of his, this asset, wasn't just an asset to him, but a part of him, a part of his life. And the search for Orlanda began.

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

My childhood friend called, saying he was trapped in a fire. He wanted to hear my voice one last time, and I rushed to the scene as fast as I could. But in that small, blazing spot, there was only a cat. Stumbling, I got the cat out, but my arms got burned. A crowd gathered, pointing at me and laughing hysterically. "She actually went for it?" "What a simp, risking her life like that!" Safe and sound, Colin Porter stepped out of the crowd with a grin. He picked up the cat from my arms and handed it to his crush. "See? I told you the cat would be fine. When have I ever lied to you?" Turning back to me, he said, "The cat got spooked and ran into the fire. We didn't know what to do, so we called you. Thank you for your help." The people around us snickered, like they were watching a trained dog. Later, on my wedding day, my husband carried me to the car. Colin, dragging his burned, bloody legs, crawled on the ground. He begged, "I'm hurt, Selena! Come help me!"