Payoff Chapter 13 Early Novels & Stories

"For heaven's sake mom, I'm just twenty-one. I'm tired this marriage stuff" She reminded plainly, tears welling up in her eyes. Her mother only stared at the tears rolling down her cheeks, sympathetically. But she had no choice but to get her only daughter married again. Flora, a young and pretty lady has been forced into an early marriage. Her husband passed away a year after their marriage and she became a widow. Again, she was forced into another marriage, she was pained, she was troubled,why she? Why was her mother bent on ruining her life? She was just a young girl who wanted to explore and enjoy life. To escape getting married again, she fled. On that night, she met with a dangerous looking guy. She was frightened, but she preferred the dangerous looking guy rather than to get married again. Zayn, a nice looking young man, but a notorious gangster was out on that night, he almost knocked the person down with his car, he became so furious when the person was not getting out of his way. He got down from his car and discovered it was a lady, a lady dressed in black outfit, a lady who looks so timid and innocent, a lady who pleaded to him earnestly to save her. Would he save the lady? Would Flora get a help? And why was her mom bent on getting her married over and over again?

I've been overlooked by the Lawson family a hundred times over. On birthdays, they only ever get a cake for my sister, Jocelyn Lawson. When I'm sick, I lie alone in a hospital bed while they fuss around her. I tell myself to tough it out and be a good daughter, but no amount of my endurance ever earns me a drop of their favor. On my wedding day, I think I'll finally get my moment to shine, at least for once. But I'm wrong. My parents, my brother, and even my fiance—Felix Wright, the head of a mafia empire—abandon me to attend Jocelyn's graduation ceremony. They leave me standing alone at the altar, enduring the guests' whispers and pitying glances. But Felix just throws me a cold line. "It's just a wedding. We'll make it up another day." It's not the first time. At our engagement party, Jocelyn whimpers about a stomachache, and he rushes her to the hospital without a flicker of hesitation. I'm left to smile through gritted teeth, making excuses to a room full of guests. That's the moment it hits me. To them, I'll always be the spare. So, I walk away. I pack my bags and carry a secret with me—the child growing inside me. This time, I'm done waiting for their scraps of affection. I'm starting a new chapter in my life, for me and my baby.

Devlin Ashford has spent her whole life being the daughter her family always forgot. Inside the high walls of the Edevane stronghold, built to keep lycans and wolves out and everything else rigidly in, she learned early that love in her family was a privilege distributed by usefulness and she had never been the most useful child. That distinction belonged to Mara, her older sister, who was beautiful and charming beyond words. When their father arranges Devlin's engagement to Corvin Hale, son of a neighboring chief, it is the first time in her life she has been given something that feels like a future. Corvin was at least decent and had a bright future as the youngest son of a Chief. Mara decides that's too good a future for someone like Devlin. Her parents make him choose, marry Devlin and live as just the youngest son of a Chief or marry Mara and become the chief of Edevane. Corbin makes a choice without thinking twice, he chooses the more attractive sister with a bright future tied to it. Inciting Incident Devlin goes over the wall with just forty coins, a knife and an extra set of clothes. She doesn't make it far before she's captured by slave hunters. In the borderlands auction market, the mate bond snaps in place between her and the lycan king, Ronan. That night he marks her in his room.

Shhhh... it's Santa O'clock They say Christmas is the season to give, to spread love, to reunite with loved ones, to have a full bunch of wishlists fulfilled by Santa, but has anyone ever stopped to think if Santa too has a wishlist begging to be fulfilled, huh? You bunch of greedy ass! *********** BLURB: The Christmas season came knocking on the door of Nelly Moore, a young lady who was in a complicated relationship with her boyfriend. Ever since her inability to be sexually stimulated, her ever-sweet relationship was hitting rock bottom. Dying to get a solution, she accepted a crazy, steamy Christmas vacation contest being hosted by a game lord in Costa Rica. Unfortunately, the Christmas miracle she expected wasn't exactly what she got. She found herself entangled in a lustful affair with the vacation's host—the game lord himself, a man old enough to be her father. And to make the situation more twisted, he doesn't believe in love; he only views humans as being bound by lust and nothing more, which brought a clash of perspectives, since Nelly, the lover girl, believes love exists. The whole ordeal started with a provocative question: "Will you be Santa's prize and fulfil his wishlist?" ********* Grab a cup of coffee and make sure you have a guy next door to grab while you slide into chapter one to dive into this thrilling, steamy Christmas story. (strictly:18+).

"Hell Gabby I'm such a douche." "I know." "I'm sorry." What defenses did she think of again? Were they even up in the first place? The dull pounding in her heart had better be the early stages of a heart attack. She moved then. Not to him, but away from the door. Seeing him in the flesh like something molded from her deepest desires and darkest fantasies, wearing a tapered black suit that practically worshipped his tall frame, an unbuttoned shirt that brought awareness to his hard chest and broad shoulders making her wonder how many buttons she had to open to see him in all his glory, she'd seen enough of him to compel her to not think. She was a healthy woman after all. Gabrielle Lot or Gabby as she loved to be called was one of the leading names in the Fashion industry, but she didn't do it in just one day she had to work and fight for it. Even if it meant disappointing her parent. Everything was going on well for her, with the success of her business waxing stronger and her name getting acknowledgment from different spheres of the fashion and business world. It changed when she met the one who broke her heart, Tan. Would she risk her heart being broken again or would she forget about the business proposition brought to her by Tan.

“Help me fake my death and arrange a completely new identity.” “Donna,” the man was clearly shocked. “Why? The Don dotes on you. The whole of Sicily knows—” “That’s none of your business,” I interrupted him. “I’m leaving in five days.” Walking out of the black market, the LED screen in the square was still showing footage of my lavish wedding with Don Alexander three years ago, a ceremony that cost over $500 million. Everyone thought Don Alexander loved me deeply, and I thought so too. Until this afternoon, on our third wedding anniversary, I returned to Sicily early, hiding in the lounge of my husband—Don Alexander’s—office, wanting to surprise him. Instead, I saw his secretary hiding under his desk. While the underboss Marco was reporting the losses from the dock smuggling operation, Isabella was kneeling between Alexander’s legs, skillfully unbuttoning his trousers. Her head bobbed up and down. After Marco left, Isabella smiled seductively. “Could your Donna serve you like this during a meeting?” Alexander’s voice was filled with desire. His hands kneaded her breasts. “Sophia is too conventional, too boring. You’re much more exciting in bed, you little slut.” I covered my mouth, completely devastated. But when I actually left, the Don, who had found me boring, was the one who completely broke down.

This isn’t a fantasy. It’s a reckoning. Of every boundary you swore you’d never cross. Of every secret you kept hidden behind polite smiles. Of the last fragile thread of hesitation you were clinging to. These aren’t gentle romances. They’re possessions. Each chapter is slow and deliberate, drawing you deeper into shadows you know you shouldn’t explore. The tension builds with every page, pulling you in until you can’t look away. You won’t stop. You can’t stop. This is where innocence is tested in broad daylight. Where your best friend’s older brother corners you with words that leave you breathless. Where your married professor keeps you after class and blurs every line between teacher and temptation. Where your stepfather finally stops pretending… and claims what’s been his all along. They don’t ask. They take. They unravel you with dark eyes, commanding presence, and voices that turn your resistance into surrender. They’ll make you question everything. Make you feel things you never thought possible. You’ll feel guilty. You’ll feel exposed. You’ll feel alive. So keep the door locked. And baby? Be warned: this book doesn’t just linger in your mind. It changes you.

Intertwined by fate, also torn apart by fate. One seems so familiar deep down within her heart..., while the other claims to be her fiancé. The worst part is that she doesn't even remember who they are.......... Chen Lan- "No matter what happens, I'll fall for you again and again." "Take it as my revenge for what you did to me."............. Brett Zhou- "The person I had a crush on, was just an illusion created by you! So, from the beginning, it was no one else but you! and only you! How do you explain this?"............... Laia Parker- Simple, adorable, and loyal - by nature. Complex, prodigal and tactful - by profession. Calm, both playful and elegant - by temperament. A rare talent.....when it comes to her substantial field - Psychology. All she was seeking for is a 'pure and innocent love' of her lifetime. Yet she became entangled with someone whom she 'couldn't' be with and also with someone whom she 'shouldn't' be with. Laia believes that she can at least try to manipulate fate for good - which leads her to face a love trial. Obviously, fate has its own plans....and there's no escape. Especially when 'he' combats all the obstacles just to love her once again even when his memories are no longer with him......... Note: In the beginning, it's all about the female protagonist adapting to the confusion around her. From chapter 4 and onwards, the story will pick up pace.

Blurb In a pack where weakness is a death sentence, Aneira has spent her entire life surviving in the shadows. Born an omega, a hybrid, and cursed with a chubby, plus-sized body that the Ashfang Pack openly mocks, she is everything they despise. With no magic, no wolf worth claiming, and no one to protect her, Aneira learns early that invisibility is her only shield. Until the day she’s sent to serve in the Alpha’s house and fate makes its cruelest mistake. Alpha Kale has waited years to find his mate. Powerful, feared, and destined to rule, he never expected her to be this: a fragile, scent-marked omega he would rather reject than claim. But before he can decide her fate, Aneira chooses for him. She runs. High in the mountains, far from the cruelty of the pack, Aneira builds a life of her own; quiet, hidden, and finally hers. But peace is fleeting. When she saves a wounded stranger, she doesn’t expect him to be the very man who once looked at her with disdain or the mate who now refuses to let her go. Betrayed by his own pack and hunted by enemies, Kale needs her. But Aneira is no longer the girl who begged for scraps of belonging. And this time, she won’t be claimed so easily. In a world of power, betrayal, and forbidden bonds, one question remains: Will she choose the mate who broke her… or the freedom she bled for?

I'm just a wolf-less omega bitch and a fuck-up Cromwell that's descended from a dirty rogue. No wonder my pack and my own mother... think I'm the one that killed my father. But, I didn't... kill my father. I wound never kill him. He was my only friend in this pack. The only one I could relate to. I had no friends... I only had my dad. And, since I only had him... when he was gone I had no one. So, I spend my lonely hours dedicating my life to studies. I graduated early from High School with an outstanding GPA. But, even that never impressed my mother enough. So, When it came down to it... My mother didn't hesitate to accuse me of my father's death. Her hatred for me was unspoken until that moment. The moment she caught me pulling a knife out of my father's chest. It was buried in deep. And, when I got it out... I heard her horrid scream. One that was dramatic. I was forced to break eye contact from my father's corpse to see her standing on the kitchen's edge. Her hands on her cheeks. A gray and sickly color caked on her face. She could have fainted any second. "What have you done?"