Phone Guy

Mariés depuis trois ans, son mari ne l'avait jamais touchée. Et pourtant, en pleine nuit, il s'était soulagé devant une photo de sa sœur. C'est en regardant par hasard son téléphone que Léna Fontaine avait compris : s'il l'avait épousée, ce n'était que pour se venger. Parce qu'elle était la véritable fille biologique, celle qui avait arraché à sa sœur sa place de l'héritière. Déçue et brisée, Léna était retournée vivre auprès de ses parents adoptifs. Mais elle ne s'était pas attendue à ce que Mathieu Delaunay devienne fou, la cherchant partout, désespérément.

After four years of marriage, James Lawson, who had never posted anything on social media, unexpectedly updated his status: "What an adorable little foodie!" The attached photo showed a young woman wearing pink cat ears, eating at a Korean BBQ restaurant. Her cheeks were flushed red from the spicy food as she stuck out her tongue. It was Sophie Jones, a new content creator at his company. Within a minute, our mutual friend commented: "Dude, you forgot to switch accounts!" Just like that, James's new post disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, only to show up moments later on Sophie's feed. Then James's name lit up my phone screen. In the past, I would have already taken screenshots and called him first to confront him. It would have inevitably ended in a heated argument. But this time, I calmly watched his call go to voicemail without answering.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

After lights-out, I make my roommates play with an Ouija board with me. Being the scaredy-cat she is, my roommate decides to ask something stupid, "Where did my earphones go?" I almost burst out laughing. I can't believe she's using it to find her earphones. To our surprise, the planchette starts to move. It spells out, "It's under your bed beside the eye." We exchange glances in confusion. What eye? I snort and get out of bed. Using my phone's flashlight, I check under the bed. Nothing is there. Before I can make fun of my roommate for being superstitious, the door slams open. The student who stays next door barges into our room, her face as pale as a sheet. Her voice trembles as she shouts, "Wake up! Everyone on campus is going wild! Someone found an eyeball in our dorm!"

It is a fun and exciting story revolving around two strangers who bumps into each other. Riya Verma is a young, sweet and helpful doctor, but she is hiding something from everyone... even her parents. She comes to another city to do her internship so that she can get away from her problems. She tries to hide behind her fake exterior. Till one day... Parth is a very hardworking Doctor. Dr Parth comes to her place all of a sudden and sees her being her normal self. He gets intrigued by her. He also sees her getting flabbergasted/terrified when her phone starts buzzing. He tries to find out the truth. So sit back and buckle up for this Joy ride they are single but not too ready to mingle in the most obvious way which makes their unassuming icebreaking movements watchable, like eavesdropping on a cute encounter, blushing with them, wincing at the little misgivings.

I was about to get married, but my boyfriend of nine years had no idea. Why? All because his recently divorced ex-girlfriend waltzed back into town, and he threw himself into her life without hesitation. The knight in shining armor was back, ready to save the day. The moment they saw each other, it was like a scene from a bad romance novel. Their gazes lingered, sparks flying, the kind that screamed, “Oh, we’re soulmates reunited.” To welcome her back, he had 9,999 Juliet roses flown in to decorate her room. Why? All because it was a promise he had made to her long ago. How sweet. Except for one small problem: I’m severely allergic to pollen. When I woke up in the hospital after an emergency rescue, I didn’t cry, yell, or demand answers. No, I pulled out my phone and texted my parents, "Please help me arrange a marriage. I’m done."

“Alex… I’m dying.” Amara’s trembling voice over the phone should have shaken her husband, but the renowned Dr. Alex Spencer simply replied, “Buy medicine and let me work.” The world envied their marriage to the perfect doctor, but behind closed doors, Amara carried every pain alone. Until the day she received two verdicts: brain cancer… and a divorce she signed with her own hands. She walked away, whispering, “This is the last meal I’ll ever cook for you,” leaving Alex furious and unable to accept the truth. And when he rushed into a house decorated with flowers and candles, her smiling picture greeted him instead. She was gone. He fell down, weeping like a child. But something still told him, this was all a setup. That Amara was still alive and he won’t rest until he finds her. Is Amara truly still alive? Read to find out!

My Alpha mate has canceled our carefully planned honeymoon trips fourteen times for his Omega secretary. The first time, because of the secretary's phone call about "lost territorial maps," he didn't hesitate to abandon me at a strange Nordic airport. The second time, because of the secretary's plea for help, he drove back alone to the pack's core territory, leaving me alone in the dangerous hunting grounds. For four years, I carefully planned fourteen honeymoon trips, but each time my mate would abandon me to choose to accompany his Omega secretary. Finally, I stopped insisting and decided to give up this mating relationship that was never firmly chosen. But when I joined the Alpha Council's secret research project and decided to leave forever, he cried and searched the whole world for me.

Sara Beck thought losing a client was the worst part of her week until one reckless night with Dame Casian, a man she’s spent years despising, changed everything and left her haunted with a memory she can’t erase. She hates him… or so she thought. But nothing prepares her for the real nightmare: her mother’s sudden engagement to Dame’s father. Now, the man she slept with, her worst enemy, is about to become her stepbrother, and maybe the only man who truly sees her. Suddenly, she’s caught in a twisted web of forbidden attraction, hidden pasts, and a family merger that feels more like a trap. But can she trust him, or is she setting herself up for heartbreak? And just when she starts to question everything, a message on Dame’s phone reveals a truth she wasn’t ready for.

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙣, 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬… Lior never meant to send the photo. One reckless swipe and his boss, Adrian Valehart, CEO of Valehart Industries, was staring at something that could end both their careers. Adrian was supposed to be untouchable. Married to a powerful socialite. A father. A man with everything to lose. But from the moment he saw Lior’s flushed lips and bare skin on his phone, he couldn’t get him out of his mind. What began as a dangerous mistake turns into an addiction neither can quit. Stolen hours in glass-walled offices. Breathless meetings that end with the door locked. A lust so consuming, it threatens to burn their world down. Adrian’s world is built on power, money, and lies… and Lior is suddenly standing in the middle of it all. When a corporate scandal, a crumbling marriage, and dangerous secrets close in, Lior must decide: run before he’s ruined, or risk everything for a man who was never his to love. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.