Not Fine Day6

Jason Halem believed in order, tradition, and his pack. Those were his principles. He had no concern with the issues of the heart and he was just fine with being alone until he met Jasmine Calvin, the walking chaos that stumbled into his office and ended up taking more than just his secretary position. She was not a werewolf like him but that didn't stop her reign over his entire life, for she was his mate. Jasmine Calvin knew how to work a man to her advantage and she had her eyes on the wealthy cold hearted Jason Halem. He intrigued her in every sense of the word and from the moment she saw him, she knew he would not be an easy case to crack.

Connor's missing first love was found. When he received the police call, he lost his composure and rushed out of the office, forgetting to grab his jacket from the chair. The business partners he was discussing a new collaboration with were stunned, all of them unconsciously looking at Anne. "It's fine, continue," Anne withdrew her gaze from following Connor, offering a poised smile as she smoothly took over his unfinished words. "Regarding the investment in the new project..." An hour later, Anne personally saw off the business partners. She returned to her office, picked up her phone, and saw that there were no messages from Connor. Anne called Connor. After a few rings, the call was answered, but it was a girl's voice on the other end.

Her heart is broken at the altar by her lover, amidst the whispers and before the eyes of all. Cecily can't believe this is happening. Waves of shock move through her spine as she hears her lover echo those cold words of rejection. Bruno: " I can't marry you, Cecily. My heart belongs to someone else..." Then came the murmurs, louder this time, and a heartbroken bride struggling to digest this awkward reality, or better still, disappear completely... How could this be? We were just fine a few hours ago, promising each other forever over the phone and countless times in private. Has her lover been swapped or had a total transformation into a stranger she could barely recognize?

"Sean, I've made up my mind, I'm going to marry you!" Janice Douglas played with her left hand's fingertips absentmindedly, her eyes locked on the swinging door of the nearby private room. On the other end of the call, the man let out a low chuckle, warm yet laced with a cool, worldly detachment. "Ms. Douglas, are you sure about this? Marrying into our families is a one-way street, no U-turns." "I'm sure!" Janice did not even pause before she shot back, her voice slicing through any second thoughts. "Fine, I'll be back in ten days. Pick me up at the airport, and we'll head straight to make it official."

Mary and Maria are sisters. They share a lot of things. Mary is the eldest, while Maria is the youngest. Until they grew up into fine ladies, Maria didn't quite think that even with a man, they had the same taste. Until they both got sick. And since Mary was a favorite child, Maria did nothing but give way to her sister, especially since her boyfriend got her sister pregnant. Maria felt everything very much. Even his family is angry with her because she was accused of stealing money from their company. Maria left their mansion, and she didn't show up again. After 5 years, she will return again to take revenge on the people who trampled on her. Is there still room in her heart for the word forgiveness?

Lei is a modern woman who’s in need of so much money. Why? Because she wants money. Not to buy clothes she needs. Not to get a house nor a car. Just… money. She works at a fine night bar where she dances and entertains guests. But would you believe that Lei is still a virgin? She is. A twenty-one year old girl who entered the dark side of life at a very young age just because she wants to be rich. Almost five years of being a dancer, she’s still not satisfied. Until she met a rich man at the bar who offered her an agreement to pay her double salary just to have sex with him regularly without the expectation of a romantic relationship. His fuck buddy.

Sebastian Torres and Ryan McCall Growan were beyond best of friends in the past, they were practically seen as either brothers or lovers. All soon changed after Ryan's mysterious disappearance that lasted for six years with dust contact between him and Sebastian. Then he came back, and the first thing he does was steal the one thing he knew Sebastian has always wanted. Indirectly declared himself as his rival, and fretted a war between them. His motive however, held secrets. What secrets? Would Sebastian find out too late about these secrets before he hands Ryan's head out to him? Or... is the fine say about a thin line between love and hatred about to express itself in their story?

Avianna Leondale enters the Amaranthine Institute for Werewolves with two purpose: to graduate from highschool quietly and to get her highschool diploma. She was fine being a loner, an outcast, a nobody. She doesn't have any plan to meet new friends, not even her mate. However, the Moon Goddess seemed to have a different plan for her. In that very school, she met her twin mates. If it's not shocking enough, she had the top competing Alphas as her mates. She wasn't interested, but upon discovering something about her Alphas, she slowly got herself immersed in her fate. She even met new friends and even got herself enemies. Everything had changed. Including her purpose and plans.

When D.C. lawyer Hannah McCrae heads home for her brother’s wedding, she’s dragging a lot of baggage along with her—and she doesn’t mean suitcases. Betrayed personally, and humiliated professionally, the last thing she wants is a new man. That’s fine with square-jawed, rugged contractor Calder Blue. He and Hannah may be wildly attracted to one another, but all he wants is to build the town’s hotly contested new yacht club and mend a centuries-old family feud. Yet thanks to resentments old and new, day after day the pair wind up tangled in each other’s business—and maybe soon in each other’s arms. Every bride needs something “blue”… Includes a delicious wedding cake recipe!

I’m done with men! Not because I hate them, but because everyone I meet, and is just fine enough to pique my interest, I compare to him. And it ends right there and then. The ridiculous thing is that my love interest isn’t real. He is a figure that hunts my nights and brings pleasure into the few seconds that I’m captured by my sleep paralysis. I know that, and I am totally okay with it. Just as I start a new job, and my life seems to take a better turn, determined to forget the man from the shadows, I find my forbidden pleasure standing right in front of me. Suddenly my dream man wears a tailored suit and frowns at me. He is my boss. And he is very real.