Old Thot Next Door

Rivergate's most elite social circle had always shared an unspoken rule. Men were free to play the field as they pleased, drifting from one woman to the next. Women, on the other hand, were only allowed a single, discreet indulgence on the day they came of age—a privately hired "life assistant" meant to take care of their physical needs. … On my coming-of-age day, I picked Elliot at first glance from a hundred applicants who came in for interviews. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, looked composed and restrained, and carried himself with a calm maturity that set him apart. He was steady, meticulous, and obsessively clean. The only condition he agreed to was that there would be no bodily contact—hands only. And after every encounter, he would scrub his hands with disinfectant alcohol a hundred times. Over five years, the empty bottles alone were enough to circle the villa seven times. I used to think that one day, I'd help him overcome his barriers and truly make him mine. That illusion shattered the night I got drunk and accidentally wandered into Elliot's room. Hidden beneath his pillow was a DV camera, and inside were several videos of him pleasuring himself. On the screen, the same man who had always been calm and rational with me was staring at the lingerie of the adopted sister who had caused my mother's death, his Adam's apple bobbing as he moaned her name, "Chloe… I love you…" Only then did I realize that every step he had taken toward me had never been about me at all. It had always been a carefully concealed, long-nurtured love for her. So, it was very odd that he cried when I took my adopted sister's place in marrying someone else.

When I went to the hospital for a checkup to see if my fourth IVF attempt had succeeded, I saw Daniel Cooper, who was supposed to be on a business trip. He was carefully supporting a young, beautiful woman as they walked out of the obstetrics and gynecology department. Her belly was unmistakably round, and she looked like she was ready to give birth at any moment. Daniel froze for just a second before stepping in front of her, shielding her from me. He explained, "Abby, the Cooper family needs an heir to carry on the lineage. Once the baby is born, everything will go back to the way it was." I heard the certainty in his words. So I smiled, nodded, and quietly tucked my test results away as he stared at me in surprise. On the day she gave birth, I left the divorce papers on the kitchen table and walked out of his life for good.

True is an ex assassin,Joe, Josephine is an actress,with a secret disorder,which makes her want to live the life of her characters. True's grandad might not make it quarter way through the new year,and requests one thing from True. That he gets himself a girlfriend. Will True be able to find someone he can truly relate to and can Joe find solace somewhere and learn her who she really is? Can they both work together,pretending to be a couple and get the one thing they both need from the world. Can they both find freedom?

Meeting me is for fate, having you is what I have always wanted. The first time she went to the bar, Rose encountered a pervert, watching his horrible smile shield her feeling very uncomfortable. Fortunately, there was a handsome guy who helped you get rid of his claws. But it seemed that this handsome guy was a bit arrogant, yes, she just wanted to invite him a meal as a thank you but that disdainful attitude made her very angry. The second time I bumped into him during the viewing, his impression on her seemed a little changed, he was a cold outsider in the heat that made her lonely heart beat throughout her 23 skies. At the same time, her recent manuscript was rejected by her management because she couldn't feel the love of the character, so the water pushed the boat she risked sawing down the handsome general within a month. Thanks to her best friend's ingenious military master, she created bad stories crying and laughing during the process of sawing.

“True pain doesn’t come from enemies, but from those we hold dear.” Twenty-one-year-old Charlie Rae learned this firsthand when the people she loved betrayed her. She vowed to cut them out of her life forever. But dropping out of the university wasn’t an option, and avoiding them on campus felt impossible. Her only escape? Moving in with Taylor West—her ex-boyfriend’s biggest rival and the school’s notorious bad boy. It was supposed to be a temporary fix, but as tensions rose and sparks flew, Charlie wondered: Did she truly escape her troubles, or was she about to make another mistake? *** “Let’s get this straight right now—we’re just housemates. You’re not my type, so don’t even think about taking advantage of me!” Charlie laid down the rules. However, one morning, Charlie woke up in Taylor’s room. His gray eyes locked onto hers as he smirked, his voice playful as he asked, “I thought I wasn’t your type. So, who’s really taking advantage of who?” *** This is Book 2 and Book 3 of the series, "Love and Legacy in the House of Kings." Book 1: Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire (Riley & Adrian King) Book 2: "The Bad Boy Next Room" (Charlie King & Taylor West) Book 3: "Finding Mr. Perfect" (Freya King & Kenneth Wright)

Alex was running, and she needed work as fast as it would come and when her best friend, Cara told her about a job, she didn’t see who it was before she went there to apply for a job. Alpha Gabe was rugged and gorgeous but he was without a mate. One would think that he was cursed not to have a mate, but a surprise is coming to fall into his lap on his doorstep, literally. Cara, his beta's sister didn’t tell him that when she said Alex needed a job, it wasn’t a man, but a beautiful woman whom his wolf kept chanting mate the very first time they met. Soon Gabe wanted this woman, and even though he had been expecting a man, and had prepared a man's job, he had found her something to do, just to keep her. The only problem was, she's human, and there are many factors trying to drive them apart

After three years of living with my wife’s family, everyone thought they could treat me like a pushover. Me? I’m just waiting for her to hold my hand before I can give her the world.

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

For three years, I was the only one allowed inside my husband, Matthew Carter's, secret room on the top floor. Until that day—when I walked in and found his young assistant there. "Matthew asked me to get things ready for his dinner party," she said, all confidence and no shame. I smiled. It turned out this was what it felt like to have my privileges as his wife trampled on. Fine. If the rules of the game had changed, then I would show everyone who the real player was. One by one, I dismantled the Carter family's most prized projects. That was when Matthew finally panicked. He demanded, "Why? We're husband and wife!" "Exactly," I said, tossing the divorce papers onto his desk. "And that's why betrayal comes with a steeper price, doesn't it?"

In the seventh year of my engagement with Nathan Galloway, he has inherited everything from his dead older brother, including his newly widowed sister-in-law, Catherine Wilkins. Whenever Nathan is done sleeping with Catherine, he'll hug me and comfort me gently. "Just wait for a little longer, Jojo. Once Cathy gets pregnant, we'll have our own wedding." This is the Galloways' only condition for Nathan to inherit the family's assets. In the six months following his return to Ravelton, Nathan has visited Catherine's room 52 times. He initially started off with just one visit per month. But slowly, the visits have been increasing to the point that he now visits her once every two days. Finally, when I spend my 52nd sleepless night sitting in my room and waiting for Nathan's return, I receive the news of Catherine's pregnancy. But at the same time, the news of Nathan and Catherine's upcoming marriage breaks out as well. "Mommy, is someone getting married in this household?" As I stare at the wedding decorations in the villa, I just pull my son, Theo Huber, into a hug with a blank expression. "Yeah. Your daddy is about to marry the woman he loves. That's why it's time for us to move out." What Nathan doesn't know is that we Melshes couldn't care less about marriage.