Novel & Cerita Nothing's-wrong Book

Cleo Carrington used to be Northvale's brightest spark—wild, fearless, impossible to pin down. And then she married Damian Joubert. The most controlled, rigid heir in their world. Damian ran like a machine. Perfect standards. Zero slack. And he expected the same from his wife. Cleo loved noise—clubs, music, bodies moving. He had every venue in the city blacklist her. She loved freedom—the blazing Afriyan sun, the northern lights in Icelorn. She raced cars. She jumped out of planes. He took her passport. Shut it all down.

“You are not going to disrespect me! She is a commoner, and I’d rather die than let you be with her!” Isaac’s father was very loud and his tone was threatening. “Then you better drop dead right now, because I’m sick of being caged by the standards and rules that this family has set for me! I’m sick of being a robot built for the sole purpose of being the heir to the Ford fortune!” Isaac spat the words in his father’s face.

After the chairman announced my appointment as general manager, a barrage of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. [The supporting female character slept with some old guy just to steal the female lead's big client. How shameless!] [Good thing our clever female lead already collected the evidence. Once she becomes department manager, she and the male lead can finally start their sweet life together!] [I can't wait to watch the female lead and the male lead build their empire together!] The so-called female lead, Cindy Carlton, stood there with tear-filled eyes. "Shannon, how could you steal my client?" I was so stunned by the floating comments that I didn't react right away, but she was already crying pitifully. "Even if you wanted the deal, you shouldn't have sold your body for it! If you'd talked to me properly, I would've given you the client!" The comment section popped up again. [Our female lead is way too kind!] Even my longtime boyfriend stepped forward to defend her. "Who knows how many men you have slept with over the years? This time, you have to give Cindy's deal back to her!" While everyone hurled insults at me, I helplessly pulled out photos of the thousands of cattle and sheep grazing across my family's massive ranch. "Is selling beef and lamb to clients illegal?"

PHOEBE - Holy mother of craps! I had lost my virginity to the college’s bad boy, Asher Gilbert. And, he told me it meant nothing to him. He told me to get lost! ********* ASHER - All my life till now, no one had ever intimidated me. Not anyone. Not my dad, nor the school principal… Not those street gangs… lastly, not the mafia. But this strange girl— a Maserati shows up. Making me urge to brand her, as mine. ********** “Why are you like this to me?” “What do you mean?” “Why are you so dismissive but save me, every time I land in trouble?” He didn’t reply that. Instead, he sighed, crunching the plastic bottle in his hand. He threw it in anger to the other side of the room. Then he approached me. I took three steps back, timidly. His intimidating gaze dropped towards mine. He didn’t stop until the back of my head contacted the wall. Only then did his both hands angle at the sides of my head. My eyes immediately gorged at his hard-on. Flash backs of the night we had together immediately ran through my brain. The only thing I could think of was the way my mouth was wrapped around him. His Adam’s apple swallowed numerous times, making me wonder what he thought of. It was like one of those scenes of movies. Like he was in a battle with himself. But the question was, what was he so protective about? Why didn’t he like making conversations with females? “I’m never gonna change, Phoebe. Remember that,” ********* What is worse than drunken one-night-stand, with the college’s bad boy? Or a cold treatment thereafter? However, one pregnancy changes it all. In this love so wrong, can they ever make things right?

For seven years, I've kept my identity hidden while secretly helping my girlfriend, Natasha Doyle, become one of the top designers in the world. A major design awards ceremony is being held tonight. My plan is to reveal my real identity and propose to her after she receives the award. But then, I see her walking up on stage, hand-in-hand with Connor Gibson, her partner in the design studio. "All of Natasha's accomplishments are the result of my hard work and effort," Connor proudly declares. Natasha smiles and nods in agreement. "Without him, I wouldn't be the person I am now." Thunderous applause rings from the crowd. The camera flashes keep going off. I stand in the corner, my heart in despair. As I walk out of the venue, I make a call. "Cut off all the funding and investments into Natasha's studio. Don't help her with the patent infringement lawsuit either. Let her deal with the legal consequences herself."

Claimed as the Wrong Bride: Tripicity Book One Octavia Maddox is a grey zone artist living rough in Tripicity, selling her work to survive. When mob boss Bastien Leclair arranges a contract marriage with Olivia Maddox to secure a political alliance against his rival Corporal, Olivia refuses and doesn't show up. A gallery mix-up, possibly deliberate, puts Occy in the wrong room at the right moment. She signs a contract she doesn't fully understand in exchange for a number that covers the warehouse she's been saving for. Bastien comes to collect. What follows is a chase through the grey zone, a count system of punishments for running, a fever that lands her in hospital, and a slow negotiation of trust between two people who don't trust easily. He moves her to the Alderton, his building, his world, and builds her a studio with north-facing light. She migrates to his bed without deciding to. They fall into something neither of them names. Meanwhile Corporal, operating as Mrs. Santoro, has been watching Occy through a hacked security feed and commissions a painting from her. The three-way power structure of the city tightens around Occy without her knowing it. The Meridian overstep begins destabilising the grey zone she built her life in. Bastien's attempt to secure her position legally through a Maddox family adoption explodes when he tells her without asking her first. She walks out. He sits in the room she left. Coming: the grey zone war, the Maddox meeting with Occy, Corporal's escalation, the truth about who engineered the signing, and whether Occy chooses to stay. Not because she has to, but because she wants to.

Every moment with him tempts me closer to my own destruction. I was supposed to marry Ethan Volkov, the golden-hearted heir of the most feared mafia empire. He thought I was fragile, innocent, easy to control… just another pawn in his game. But his older brother Adrian Volkov had other plans.Ruthless, magnetic, sinfully powerful, he kidnapped me in front of everyone and made it clear I belonged to him… and I couldn’t resist the darkness he brought with him. Adrian doesn’t know I came with a secret mission, one carefully planned from the start, designed to destroy everything he loves. I’m the genius hacker the clan has been hunting for years, and I’ve spent my life preparing for revenge. Every touch ignites a fire I shouldn’t feel. Every look drags me deeper into his dangerous world. And every whisper reminds me of the man I swore I would never love. Hating him should be easy. Killing him should be simple. But craving him… is impossible. In a world ruled by blood, betrayal, and obsession, I’ve fallen for the wrong Brother.

Miyuki Sakurai is a seemingly ordinary girl, coming from a poor family, and to earn money for college, she works in a bar. But no one knows that Miyuki is also a witch who, however, is terribly afraid of the dark. One day suddenly changes her monotonous life, as Miyuki meets two handsome men: Kai Ichatashiko, a psychologist who seems to understand her better than the others; and Aoi Takashima, an eccentric and independent musician to whom she is strangely drawn by his dark aura. Which of them will win the heart of the fearful witch? And what is the secret that connects these two men?

“Your mate will appear at twenty.” Nathan waited years for that moment. For one person. Mikhail. His best friend. His first love. The one he could never have. So when Nathan turns twenty and sees Mikhail walk in with a girlfriend, smiling like nothing ever mattered, he finally lets go of a love he’s held onto since childhood. He drinks. He laughs. He pretends he’s fine. Until the string appears. A burning thread wraps around his wrist—tight, inescapable. And it doesn’t lead to Mikhail. It leads somewhere else. Somewhere worse. Right beneath a half-open door. Valentino. Mikhail’s older brother. The man Nathan has always hated. The man who looks at him like he’s a problem. The man fate has chosen for him. Now bound by a string he can’t ignore—and refuses to accept—Nathan is faced with a cruel truth: What if destiny doesn’t care who you love? What if it ties you to the one person you never wanted? And what happens when the more he tries to cut the string… …the tighter it pulls?

Irina Rashford appears to have a perfect life as a devoted wife and mother until betrayal shatters her world. Her husband, Tyler Rashford, and their son, Jacob Rashford, turn against her under the influence of their nanny, Karen Bason, leading to Irina being cast out of her home and stripped of her family. Devastated, Irina divorces Tyler and rebuilds her life from scratch, reclaiming her identity as Irina Solace. Through determination and ambition, she rises into a powerful billionaire businesswoman, founding the successful empire Irina’s Radiance with support from her sister Kate Solace and her assistant Maria Bonnett. During a business trip to New York, Irina’s life takes a dramatic turn after a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger during a night of emotional escape. The next morning, she discovers she must meet a major investor—only to realize the man is none other than Kyle George, the CEO of George & Sons Enterprise and the same man from the night before. Now caught between her past betrayal and a dangerously intense new connection, Irina faces a future where love, power, and consequences collide.