Nobara Gets Touched On Train Novels & Stories

The second of the series titled BFFs ************************************ Sa'eed Abba Sulayman gets married to Halima Audu Kalshingi, the love of his life since the first time he met her. Later after the marriage he realizes that it might be the biggest mistake of his life as his past starts to catch up on him. ************************************ Halima gets married to her best friend's brother who happened to love her since childhood. Finally living in his house, alot of problems surface in their lives as his past comes to play and she's rendered slightly infertile.

When Karen Miller gets convinced by her therapist to accept the contract of pretending to be Brody Taylor's girlfriend, she doesn't expect the worse to happen. Her life gets miserable when Brody's rich and arrogant family visits them. When Brody's parents secretly prepare a wedding party for him to get married to Karen, secrets are revealed and a bummer happens. It was just a contract, she wasn't meant to marry him. This wasn't part of the deal. Will Brody and Karen truly fall in love despite all the pretence?

Jairus Ezekiel, the swoon worthy tycoon gets pulled to a bar by his pals. Eager for the ruthless business lord to get laid by the most desired bar beauty of the town. The one name, ginger haired mysterious lady, known for treating men in a peculiar way in bed. Agnes Regina could tackle any man within four walls of the bar, except Jairus Ezekiel. One night of insatiable passion gets her pregnant. But things become weirdly suspicious when she suddenly starts craving blood during her pregnancy. -*-*-*-*- [F-Rated: Fun, Flirt, Fluff and Fuck]

Sign the damn divorce papers, Aurora.” Richard Snarled. A faint smirk touched my lips.Did he truly think I was that much of a fool? “You think I’ll grant you the privilege of spending my father’s wealth with your mistress?”My voice was cold, sharp as a blade. “I’m not signing a thing.” --- She died so she could live. After her husband, Richard and her best friend, conspired to murder her for her inheritance, Aurora awoke in a new body, her memories perfectly intact, She soon discovered her husband and her best friend were now married, and in control of the fortune she thought she had left behind. Now, armed with a different face, she has returned. The game has changed. The betrayed wife is gone, and in her place stands an avenger, ready to destroy the people who killed her and reclaim the life they stole.

Synopsis Emmy was forced to marry Vince in place of her sister. But the man she got married disappeared without saying anything, about where he went or when he would be back. After staying like a widow for three years, the man suddenly appeared again. Emmy wanted to run away because she had no idea how to live with her brother-in-law, but just as she was about to board her flight, the man came up to her and dragged her home. “It seems like you are not happy with your husband’s return!” “No, I…” “If that is the case, then let’s us start off from where we left off three years ago.” … Vince touched Emmy’s chin, drawing her closer to him. Just as he was about to kiss her, Emmy blocked her lips and said to the man, “You are my brother-in-law, this is not right.” “I am not your brother-in-law; I am your husband. Come on, calling me darling!” “Darling!”

Three years of marriage, my Husband has never touched me. I believed him when he said he was afraid of hurting me, until I discovered he masturbates to private photos of his young stepmother, my mother-in-law. **** Sydney, a once-rising star in the movie industry sidelined by a tragic accident, believes she married her savior. In reality, her husband, Deckard Newton, is just an  opportunist using her as a substitute for his first love, his own stepmother. While Sydney plays the role of the dutiful, sheltered wife, she remains unaware that the man who actually cared for her during her months of blindness was her husband’s uncle, Owen Kingston. After three years of manipulation and a sexless marriage, Sydney stumbles on the truth between her husband and his step mother. This truth rocks her entire world, but she's determined to take her life back, and beat her husband in his own game.

In the second year after marrying Zac Jacobs, he finally became a hotshot in the business world.He was decisive and swift in the market, and no woman caught his eye.Everyone envied me.But only I knew that for two whole years, Zac Jacobs had never touched me.It wasn't until that evening at the business gala when he saw his beloved in someone else's arms, and his eyes turned crimson instantly.In front of everyone's gaze, he grabbed the girl and walked away from me, shamelessly yet passionately kissing her as if no one else existed.It was at that moment that I finally understood that Zac Jacobs's love had never been given to me even the slightest bit.I stepped forward, and with a smile of relief, I tossed the wedding ring to Stella Williams as if it were trash."Since you like him so much, Mrs. Jacobs's position is yours; I don't want it."

Revenge. Sweeter than a kiss laced with honey. Hotter than the deepest depths of hell. And, it hits harder than a f*cking train… I want all of it. I need it more than the air filtering through my lungs. And the constant, unsteady but racy beat of my heart when I’m around them. Darius. Jace. Hunter. It took them five minutes to destroy my life. Faster than it took the eighteen years of my existence for my father–the alpha of the Black Syndicate–to ruin me. I was neglected. Abandoned. Rejected. Pushed around and outcasted by my pack. Now I have to prove myself so my father’s gang won’t kill me. All because of them and by the hands of my father. Want to know the worst part? They are working together. What they don’t know is, once I get released from the juvenile detention center for werewolves I was sent to because of them–I will tear them to shreds. One by one. I, Elise Cartwright, will get my revenge. NOTE: This is an enemies to lovers dark/mafia/werewolf romance where the girl will end up with multiple love interests. (Reverse Harem)

My boyfriend, Allen, is a fitness coach who is cheerful, handsome, and has eight-pack abs. After getting together with me, he transferred all his female students to other colleagues and would send me daily check-in photos. In anticipation of becoming his fiancee, I happily prepared for our engagement ceremony. However, two weeks before the ceremony, I discovered a bright red lipstick mark on Allen’s workout pants. I quickly pulled up the check-in photo he had sent me that day. Through the reflection on a dumbbell, I saw a woman standing next to Allen—her lips painted in the exact same lipstick color. Most of the previous photos had flaws, but I had trusted Allen too much to notice them. Looking at his message under the photo, I let out a cold laugh. "Baby, I have to work overtime today to train a male student." He actually dared to deceive me. Just then, my phone rang. It was the wedding planning company confirming the engagement ceremony setup. I quickly responded with a confirmation. The ceremony would proceed as planned—except I had a special surprise prepared for Allen, one he would never forget.

My son spiked a sudden high fever, scorching like a flame under my touch. I frantically dialed 911 for help, but the dispatcher on the line kept repeating questions, dragging it out. By the time the ambulance siren finally wailed in the distance, my son had already grown cold and still in my arms. Less than a year later, my husband and I split up amid endless grief and finger-pointing. I dragged on like an empty shell until one day I got an e-invite to his wedding. The moment I clicked the voice message, my blood ran cold. The bride's voice echoed exactly like that sluggish dispatcher from back then. In a breakdown, I bolted out of the house and got caught in the path of a speeding subway train, plunging me into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, my son's cries pierced the air from the next room, his forehead blazing hot against my palm. My husband thrust the phone toward me. "Quick, call 911! I'll grab a cold compress." My hands trembled as I dialed, and a chillingly familiar voice answered, "Hello, 911 emergency services."