Novel Place Blue Springs

Sari seorang ibu muda yang baru saja melahirkan secara cesar, ia mendapat bullyan dari orang orang terdekat khususnya kakak kandungnya. Bullyan dan cemoohan membuat Sari depresi hingga ia terkena Babu Blues.

His eyes remained warm as he gazed at me. "I will do anything for you, don't ever forget that." He moved closer, gently tucking the rose behind my ear. "I promise you a future.." "Since when did my future switch from being a threat to being a promise?" I couldn't help but cut in looking straight into his eyes. He got paused for a moment as remorse flashed in his eyes. --- Elaine had given three months to their fateful marriage. Though it was an arranged more like forced marriage, Elaine had given her all to make it work. Only Cannon didn't reciprocate her efforts, let alone her feelings. He got blinded by anger and only used Elaine as a pawn to get his revenge. But it all changed when returning home, Cannon found the divorce papers with Elaine gone from his life__ --- Sequel of the book "Married to My Sister's Boyfriend" This one can be read as a standalone story but would be better if you check out the first one before this...

"Fine, I’ll do it, but only on the condition that my grandma gets proper treatment. If you don’t hold your end of the bargain,” Sandra said as her tone quieted down before adding, “even the stars won’t save you from me.” ******* He wanted a bride, and unknown to him, he’d married the wrong bride. Aztec Marshall was cruel, and toxic for a powerful alpha, but that was how he reigned. Many who knew him were too scared to even look in his direction. Women who loved his dangerous aura wanted him, but all he needed was for his pack to be strong. She was a simple human, with simple desires, though her greatest challenge was to finance her sickling grandma, the only family that truly cared about her. Adopted into a werewolf family, Sandra Franzel didn't know that she was just a contingency plan for them, until the dreaded day came, when she had to fit herself into a damn gown, thanks to her sister, Scarlet who had made a run for it on her wedding day. However, for the sake of her grandma, Sandra wasn't scared to be the devil’s wife. Bound by a marriage of convenience, they both have to learn to live with each other, even though the longer they stay married, the more secrets come to the surface.

Eight years into marriage, and Fabian's mom finally gave me and my son her stamp of approval. Invited us to spend Christmas in his hometown. My son—Luca--and I were hyped. We picked out a gift for her and hit the road with Fabian. Right as we pulled into the village, Fabian's old friend called—crying, claiming she'd crashed her car. Fabian panicked. Left me and Luca in some random snowy mountain town and sped off. It was pitch black. Snow dumping down. Then Luca screamed. He'd stepped on a trap and dropped into a pit. Blood everywhere. I called Fabian, totally panicked. He goes, "Stella, Roxana's in a wreck. I need to be with her. Stop making everything a competition." Then he hung up. Blocked me. No time to fall apart. I wiped my face, called an ambulance. Too far out. By the time they got there, Luca was already gone. Cold. Broken. Gone. I held him and screamed until my lungs gave out. Meanwhile, Roxana's posting in the social media. All smiles in Fabian's arms. His face soft. Loving. [Highway jam turned into truth or dare. One word—"accident"—and he came flying. So happy.] I exhaled. Tagged Fabian. [Let's get a divorce.] This joke of a marriage should've ended forever ago.

Ku Klux Klan, ripoux de la CIA, secte apocalyptique chinoise, mafia russe...Ca barde sérieux pour Charlie Blues, aviateur aventurier dragueur et bagarreur. Lui qui aime patauger dans les embrouilles, cette fois-ci, il va en avoir pour son argent. C'est le cas de le dire avec 1 million de dollars à la clé...Sans compter qu'au milieu de tout ça, surgit la sublimissime comtesse Kassandra Bianka-Stiavnica. Pas facile de séduire une aristocrate de haut-rang, quand on tombe de Charybde en Scylla. Surtout quand débarque à l'improviste Anita, sa plus que torride ex-femme, une bombe italienne au caractère aussi incendiaire que ses tenues vestimentaires...

“No one will get you, not on my watch.” The sparks reappear and this time, I let it because I can slowly feel myself fading away. And because…for some weird reason, I believe him. I manage to get one word out before I give into the unconsciousness. “Mine.” ________ Brooklyn acts like a human, eats like a human, lives like a human. Except, she isn't a human and suddenly she's thrown into a life that she never once thinks existed. The life comes with a whole package; her mate, Landon, who happens to be the Lycan King of the United Kingdom. Join Brooklyn as she navigates the life she's thrown into especially with her arch-nemesis looming over, waiting for the right time to get her.

On day ten of our cold war, Barry posted a pic—him and Lyla, locked in a kiss. His 'one true love.' I sent in my study abroad application without a word. At our grad party, he strolled in with Lyla, fingers laced with hers, looking at her with all his affection. A friend hesitated. "But what about Amelia? She loves you. You guys are getting married." Barry smirked. "She was just a stand-in. Now that Lyla's back, my fiancée should change too." So I slipped off the ring, handed it over, and disappeared. And he lost it. Tore through everything trying to find me. Years later, he finally did. Saw me with my husband, picking out baby supplies. His eyes went red. "Amelia, come back with me. Please?"

WARNING!!!! Adult contents included as this book is fully rated "18" !!! Two strangers met and found themselves feeling like they already knew each other as the feelings of attraction glued both together. Just a park shagging which was meant to be a booty call, later emerged into a crazy romance with true identity revealed. Somira is cought in-between two young, powerful and most influential dudes from dreaded bloodlines of different cities, Lawrence and Innosine with regards to her pregnancy. Now... With whom lies the paternity of the child? And how would she scale through this dilemma? Let's see how the battle goes...

At the beginning of the story Prince Yamato is on a mission to defeat the rebels that terrorize the countryside. Local warlords led by Minamoto family, their representative Minamoto Yorimoto, plan to replace the ruling house Nakatomi with one of their choosing. The plans are set. Prince Yamato waits in the Midwinter Town. In the meantime, Fujiwara Fuhito has his own problems to deal with. Like in every other place in the country, bandits roam in his hold. A mysterious figure slowly walks through a mysterious forest. That figure is Kazuma, a man that runs from his past, try to live the present and hoping for a better future.

On her first day at work, a new colleague uploaded a 500-million-dollar property purchase agreement to the company group chat. The message was accompanied by the caption: “Thanks for the gift for my first day at work, Dad!” She quickly deleted it, following up with, “Sorry, wrong chat!” I frowned, recognizing the contract immediately. It was the same property my father gifted me for my birthday a month ago. Some sharp-eyed colleagues noticed the contract number and chimed in. “I have a relative in real estate. I remember this property. Our chairman bought it recently!” “So, the heiress has joined us to experience life. Forgive your humble servant for not recognizing you!” The chat was soon filled with flattering remarks. Even my stingy and miserly husband joined in. I felt a coldness in my heart and couldn’t help but respond in the group chat, “I recall the president always opposing ostentatious displays of wealth and advocating humility. This heiress seems to veer away from his usual philosophy.” Instead of support, I faced attacks from my husband and others. “Look at you being so poor and petty. How could you ever compare to Grace? Why did I ever marry someone so shortsighted?” “As if you know the president that well! I think you’re just jealous that Grace was born with a silver spoon!” I sneered coldly and, without hesitation, dialed the president’s number right in front of everyone. “Dad, I heard we’re not that close, hmm?”