Pick Ip Lines

Parting had never been so painful for lovers whose connections was so strong and whose bond was simply unbreakable. When Tristan, a simple man whose life was filled with plans and steady waves that never shook him had to leave his beloved Danica when a mighty wave had taken him off balance and pushed him into being a coward, he thought it was going to simply be as simple as it had always been. Danica would remain in the dark and wouldn’t hate him and he would never return to his dark life. It was a simple plan, he would leave, get settled and bring his beloved Danica with him where he would not be found by the beast of a man who was targeting to take his blood, his peace and his life along side. The universe had a different plan when running away simply was not enough and his beloved Danica got tangled up with the mafia boss of San Diego, his younger brother. And it was no longer as easy as he wanted. Not just because he was so far away, or because Danica was tangled with his brother, it became difficult when Danica’s revenge scheme instantly took hold of her heart and pushed her into doing the very thing that would tear them apart. “Its simply a part of the plan,” she had said when he had confronted her about the relationship she had with his brother. But it was more, it was more because love, blood and revenge tangled them together. Where Danica had to either choose to take revenge for her father’s death and harm the men she loved the most or simply forget, pick one of the brothers and love him while her father’s murderer move around freely?

My husband, an anesthesiologist, deliberately increases the sedative dosage on an accident victim so he can get a new heart for his first love, Selena Quigley. After her operation, he cares for her and celebrates her rebirth. He only remembers to contact me after she's recovered. "It's been three months since we saw each other, honey. You shouldn't be mad anymore, right? Why don't you book a flight for tomorrow so you can come home? I'll pick you up at the airport." I won't be going home anymore, though. Not now, not forever. I've already died on his operating table.

My wife went abroad for a six-month training course and unexpectedly secured a major deal.  Thanks to this contract, she was promoted to director against all odds. When I saw the news of her return in the work group chat, I immediately ordered flowers to pick her up at the airport. However, her belly, which would have been eight months pregnant, showed no signs of it. She had aborted our child, turning me into a laughingstock among colleagues. Just as I tried to swallow my anger, she told me she was pregnant with someone else’s child. She demanded that I step aside and make way for her.

After getting his heart mercilessly broken by a maid when he was younger, Cameron swears never to love another. But, there is something about Avery that has him crossing the lines he set. He draws a final line promising himself a marriage contract will be the only thing that binds them together. Will he be able to resist her charms? The billionaire swears to protect his fragile heart at all cost.

Born into privilege but determined to forge his own path, Reynolds Bennet built his billion-dollar empire from the ground up. Amy Martins, the sheltered daughter of tycoon Robert Martins, has spent her life trapped under the suffocating control of her father. To her, marrying Reynolds is just another prison, one with gilded bars. But when Reynolds offers a surprising proposition, Amy glimpses a chance at the one thing she’s always craved: freedom. What begins as a calculated arrangement soon spirals into something neither expected. With emotions flaring and desires colliding, Amy and Reynolds must confront a question neither is prepared to answer, what happens when the lines between obligation and love blur beyond recognition?

Fabian is selective when it comes to women—he doesn’t just pick random girls from the bar. He has a long list of women who are only a call away, ready to satisfy him in bed. He wants them to be educated, intelligent, sexy, wealthy, and, of course, experienced in bed. He prefers women from the wealthiest families and insists on them being insanely beautiful. But all those high standards are about to be thrown out the window when he meets Georgina, a stripper at a club. Horrified by the intense attraction he felt when he first saw her dance, he immediately dismissed the idea of having her in his bed. Yet, night after night, images of her naked body moving seductively haunted his dreams. He saw her perky breasts bouncing as she swayed, her inviting pink slit tempting him for a taste. And every time, he would wake up drenched in sweat, his body aching with desire. Can the high and mighty Fabian Romano swallow his pride for a woman who never fails to make him hard in his dreams? Georgina is the breadwinner of her family—a stripper and an on-call escort. She’ll do anything for money, including selling her body and soul. What choice does she have? She doesn’t know any other way to make good money except by stripping and entertaining the rich patrons at the club. She openly admits she’s ambitious—she wants to catch a wealthy man who will lift her and her family out of poverty. And she doesn’t care who she has to step on to achieve that dream. She’s a bitch, a gold digger, and a homewrecker.

There is a saying that work should not be mixed with pleasure. The CEO of Marshmello Printing Press, Mike Ross, seems to be doing the exact opposite of this. Isioma becomes a huge victim of this power-drunk CEO. How is an innocent, naïve girl supposed to navigate her life with work, friendship, pleasure, and love mixed into one without messing up the grey lines? Read Houston Reels to find out.

“Dominic—” I breathed, trying to push him away, but he was stronger. His arms closed around me like a vise, and before I could stop him, his mouth found the curve of my neck. Soft. Demanding. Devastating. I gasped, the fight bleeding out of me as his lips grazed the sensitive skin of my neck just below my ear, sending molten shivers down my spine. “Don’t fight me, Selene,” he murmured against my skin. “You don’t have to fight me.” My hands trembled where they clutched his shirt. Oh God, Oh God. *** When Selene walks in on her husband cheating with the woman she once called her best friend, her world shatters. One reckless night leads her into the arms of a mysterious stranger—only to discover he’s Dominic Lancaster, her ex-husband’s powerful and ruthless older brother. Dominic has his own reasons for seeking revenge against his younger brother, and he makes Selene a bold offer: marry him, give him an heir, and together, they’ll destroy the man who wronged them both. But as the lines between their arrangement and real emotions begin to blur, Selene realizes she may have made a deal with the devil himself. And the biggest secret of all? She’s already carrying his child.

“I am Alora Printer, Luna of the SilverClaw Pack and I demand you release me now!” I started, and those thick slashed brows raised in amusement. “Now, isn't that a delight? A Luna, caught in my rusty little cage with ugly metallic shackles around your fancy royal hands. Should we be afraid, Your Highness? Borrow weapons from our neighbors and sharpen our fangs as we await our impending doom?” His sarcasm was insulting, and had I not been in chains, I might have smacked him across the face for daring to mock me. ******** Betrayed by her husband, who heartlessly sent their five-year-old daughter into the forest to pick fruits for his mistress, Alora seeks vengeance, after her little girl is torn to shreds but her quest is derailed when Randall, the Alpha of Night Terrors, captures her. As ancient secrets unfold, Alora must choose between revenge and redemption, and decide if her sworn enemy is her greatest foe or soulmate.

Everyone in the social circle of Kingsford said I was nothing more than a lapdog raised by Charles Mankin. I was always at his beck and call. I did every filthy, ludicrous thing for him under the sun. When he street raced, I rode shotgun. When he drank himself senseless, I made him hangover soup. When he chased girls, I prepared protection for them. Over time, everyone knew: Charles had a dog who never ran, never bit back, no matter how hard he kicked. They all said I must be madly in love with him. Even Charles started to believe it. So he pushed further, more freely, more cruelly, crossing lines as if they never existed. Then came my twenty-fifth birthday. He, in a rare stroke of mercy, said he'd celebrate it with me. But instead, what he got was the news that I was leaving the country. He went berserk, charging through the airport like a man possessed. I peeled his fingers off my wrist one by one, smiling like I'd never been happier. "Don't be stupid," I told him, still smiling. "That was never love." That night, Charles smashed apart his family home like a rabid dog.