Pick A Number

I take my daughter, Joy Silver, to the healer for a routine check-up. My Alpha husband, Ethan Silver, who has been away on a business trip for a few days, comes to pick us up. The moment we meet, he possessively pulls Joy and me into his arms. It's as if we are his whole world. But I catch a faint, unfamiliar scent. As Joy snuggles up to her father affectionately, I force a smile, ignoring the sudden tightness in my chest. It isn't until we get in the car that I notice a woman sitting in the back seat. So it's her scent. A thought that has circled in my mind countless times surfaces once more. I want to leave him.

After returning from studying abroad, I prepared to honor my childhood betrothal. But on the very day I went to pick up my wedding gown, I saw my million-dollar couture dress worn by a poverty-stricken girl whom my fiancé had been secretly supporting. When I demanded the gown back, I was scolded as a homewrecker and mocked as a loveless hag. My fiancé excused her, saying the girl had never seen the world, and I should be more accommodating. Well, I've always loved charity. If giving away a million-dollar dress counts as charity, then fine—I'll even let go of the engagement, too. But let it be known: not just anyone can be engaged to the Vance heiress.

I didn't kill my asshole ex-boyfriend. I knew I might've said I would countless times in the text I sent before we broke up, and I wasn't the calmest person. But I really didn't kill him. I, however, am the number one and only suspect of his murder since to everyone else he was a sAiNt. But hey, let's not talk ill of the dead. The point is, I was stuck at the station being questioned about something I didn't do. And I thought it was the worst thing that could've possibly happened to me. That is, until I set eyes on the detective of the case. I may just play along for a while. See where this thing goes....

Upon learning about her long-time boyfriend's infidelity with her sister, Irina Hayes plotted an act of revenge to get back on Damian Nevan by marrying his uncle. Thralled in the influence of alcohol she drenched herself in, and with the help of her best friend who was the heir of Nefali Hotel, Irina was handed access to Alonzo's hotel room, but the hotelier in the lobby gave her the suite number of the wrong Alonzo. One thing led to another, not only did she permit Alonzo Waldorf, a business tycoon in disguise as a surgeon, to own her that night, Irina even roped herself into a contract marriage with him. Only after the two signed their marriage contract did she find out that she accidentally married the wrong billionaire, oopsie!

Emilia Blanche, 25 years old. Worked as a Quality Engineer in GoKaria Technology Inc. One day, she was given a celebratory gift and a three-day vacation and went to the place she planned to go during her college days. She never knew her alcohol meter so she decided to drink until she could. Upon returning to her rented room in a hotel, she felt dizzy but still could remember her room number which is 809 but she entered room 806. Many things happened and she discovered that she was six weeks pregnant. Will she be able to know who her child’s father is? How will she be able to handle her situation? What will her parent's reaction be?

Nine.  She wasn't known by a name, only by the number carved into her skin at birth. Raised in an Unfortunate camp, she spent her days preparing for her eighteenth birthday, when she'd be sold to a Fortunate and forced to tend to their every need.  Gossip dictated that the Sarios were the worst of the Fortunates, so when Nine found herself bought by the father of the Sario house, her dream of living a quiet, uneventful life of servitude shattered before her eyes.  Thrust into the dark clutches of the eldest son, Kaden Sario, Nine must navigate the treacherous world of high society and assist her Fortunate in his dream of new world domination. The Unfortunate Trilogy is created by Skyla Madi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

‎ "You're so fucking tight Eva". Liam growls, rolling his hip when the head of his cock kisses my barrier. One more push and Liam will take my virginity. ‎ I should tell him to stop. ‎ But why can't I stop him? Why do I seem to love it? What would happen if I don't stop him? ‎ *** ‎ ‎Eva is a 19-year-old shy virgin girl who is desperately horny for sex after she saw Liam, her school's number one playboy fucking a girl at the school's female restroom. One thing led to another, and Liam ended up fucking her in that same restroom, taking her virginity. ‎ ‎ ‎

BOYFRIEND FOR SALE! Book yours now. Due to the overwhelming number of failed marriages and cheating partners, the present generation eventually developed a certain degree of aversion towards the notion of having a romantic partner. It was for that reason why Alpha Technology Inc. pioneered the first robot in the market that was capable of 'Love'. Now, people no longer felt any shame claiming that they bought their boyfriend online; because it was part of the fad But what would happen if one of their robots was swapped on the day of delivery? This is the story of a shopaholic queen named, Shantal, who thought that they bought a robotic boyfriend online. For all she thought, Alex was as a robot. That was why she tried her best not to fall in love with him. Little did she know that the other party was only a substitute.

Beatrice Stevens grew up among werewolves, but she isn't one of them. Longing to belong and be like everyone else, Bea is given the opportunity she wishes for at the cost of her life. What will she choose? ~~~~~~~Excerpt from The Ice Princess~~~~~ - "What you fought today was just a minion, a mere pawn. The root of the problem hides within the shadows. Here, take this." Omar takes out a white paper from the inside pocket of his jacket. "The number on that paper can give you all the answers you seek, including how to help your friend, but it comes with a great cost." -"What's the cost?" I ask him, my troubled heart picking up the pace. -"A life, for a life." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

At ten years old, I watched my mom jump to her death in a rainstorm. That same night, my dad brought home a glamorous woman and her nine-year-old daughter. I had feared and hated rainy days since then. My husband once helped me face that childhood trauma, staying by my side through every storm and promising, "Don't worry, Lena, you'll never face your fears alone." But when I refused to pick up his new assistant, he abandoned me on a highway in pouring rain, saying, "Marie is your sister, and you left her out there? Walk home!" That night, the rain never stopped, and I walked thirteen hours along a dark, endless road. That was when I decided I was done with him.