Pink Highlights In Red Hair

He was a player... the whole school knew She was a heart breaker... no one knew. Willis Reeler was the school's bad boy. The one who bedded girls for fun. The typical high school hottie and egotistical jerk. He was tagged: The Player. Leigh Raeken was a quiet girl newly transferred from another school. Everyone's mistake was not asking why she transferred. She was kind and nice yes, but underneath the disguise awaits a ruthless heart breaker... waiting for her next victim. What happens when a bet and endless ego pushes the Player to bed his latest conquest: the nice new transfer girl... in thirty days? And the ruthless Heart breaker sees another prey about to get his heart broken in all of thirty days? Will the Player succeed in yet adding another reckless play to his name? Will the Heart breaker succeed in crushing another heart and reputation? Will the Player and the Heart breaker both be victims of their deadliest enemy: Love? They've both got Thirty Days... May The Best Player Win.

Mila, suffocated by opulence and her father's secrecy, takes a daring leap into the unknown, leaving behind her world of luxury in Miami. Venturing to Russia to uncover hidden truths about her mother's mysterious past and her father's enigmatic dealings, Mila's journey becomes a thrilling odyssey filled with unexpected encounters, perilous choices and falling in love with a wealth man whose eyes are filled with deep secrets. As she delves deeper into the secrets shrouding her family, Mila must find the strength to navigate a world of intrigue, betrayal, and the ever-elusive promise of answers. She learns the only escape is to soften her captor's heart.

On the night Amelia got pregnant, She discovered her husband Leo had impregnated a lady. He left a divorce agreement and despite Amelia's pleading, she couldn't keep him from leaving. Six years later, she returned in a grand fashion. Facing the man who had once abandoned her and was responsible for her brother's death, she sought revenge against him but the man begged for reconciliation. Will she carry on with her revenge or give him a second chance?

In the sprawling city of Texas, where power and danger collide, Isabella Demarco finds herself entangled in a treacherous game of organized crime. Bound to Bruno Athonio, a billionaire mafia lord, she becomes a pawn in a world ruled by wealth and influence. But when love unexpectedly enters her life, Isabella's path takes an unforeseen turn. As secrets whisper in the shadows and alliances shift, Isabella's loyalty and love are put to the ultimate test. Each passing day brings her closer to a pivotal choice. What will Isabella do now?

Eric, my ex-husband and soon to be brother-in-law was annoyed. "Why the hell is she here anyway? I didn’t invite her." Emerson met his son, Eric's gaze. "I invited her." Both Eric and Rita looked at Emerson with questioning eyes. "Why would you invite her?" Eric asked his father "I asked her here because she is my plus one," Emerson said. "I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. She’s my fiancée."

Timothy Holden, is the heir to the Holden empire group, a family conglomerate business. Timothy has a rude personality, he was a womanizer until he meets a girl and have one night stand with her. Jennifer Hudson is a high school student and stays all alone with the feeling of being abandoned by her parents. Jennifer and her best friend, Edward Duke Snowden, the heir of Snowden's enterprise, stays by her side while hiding his true identity. Jennifer gets caught in a love triangle with Timothy Holden who comes to her school, pretending a Math teacher, and her best friend Edward Duke Snowden. The spell of the love triangle between them got broken when Edward was achieving success after taking over the family business and he meets an art gallery curator, Vanessa Frost, and their personalities clashes. What will happen when these four people meet again with the different types of personalities and wrong circumstances? Can romance survive between haves and have-nots? {The book is not edited, might encounter some spelling mistakes and grammatical mistakes.) INSTAGRAM:- elixir_author Gmail:- amritkashyap231999@gmail.com

In the second year of our marriage, my husband cheated on me with his first love and even had the audacity to ask me to step aside. So, I activated the system and made the two lovebirds swap bodies. Now, I couldn't wait to see if the husband burdened with a massive debt in place of his dream girl, and the dream girl waking up to a fortune overnight, could still maintain the “unbreakable love” they claimed to have.

Stephen's beloved Phoebe fell into a coma. To everyone, I became the villain—accused of harming her out of unrequited love for Stephen. Mute, I had no way to defend myself before Stephen locked me away in the basement. He said I would only be freed when Phoebe woke up. Broken and hopeless, I succumbed to fear and starvation, eventually developing amnesia. Day by day, my memories began to slip away. Yet, Stephen, tears in his eyes, begged me not to forget him. But all I wanted was to leave it all behind and keep moving forward.

My brother, Theo Sorento, died in a plane crash on his way back home just to celebrate my birthday. They never found his body—only wreckage. Ever since, my parents forced me to kneel in front of his grave every year on my birthday, demanding that I repent for surviving when he didn’t. Then came my eighteenth birthday. I realized someone was following me. Panicked, I sent a few messages asking for help. Just then, Mom called, not to check on me but to lash out. “I know exactly what you're doing. You’re just making up excuses so you don’t have to kneel in front of your brother’s grave! You’re a liar. Why wasn’t it you who died instead of him? You’re a walking curse!” Before my phone was smashed under a boot, the last thing I heard was the cold click of her hanging up. Then, I was cut up into pieces, and what was left of me was tossed across the city. My father, the lead forensic pathologist on my case, didn’t even recognize me. Later, Theo returned alive with his wife, whom he had eloped with eight years ago. When they found out the pile of rotting flesh was me, they all went insane.

At graduation, I invited my classmates to attend my engagement party, but what I didn’t expect was the total meltdown one of my classmates had when she saw my engagement photos. She strutted over, full of herself, and demanded that I take off my dress so she could use it to polish her shoes. I blinked in confusion, thinking she must have lost her mind. I laughed and suggested she head over to the campus clinic to get checked out. Instead, she exploded, pointing a finger right in my face as she started yelling. “You leech! How dare you wear something so expensive?” she screamed. “You’ve been spending all of my boyfriend’s money on your filthy clothes! Have you no shame? Get down on your knees and apologize, or I guarantee you'll regret it. Who knows where you'll end up tomorrow? Maybe in the hands of some trafficker?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Who would’ve thought that my fiancé, whose tuition fees I paid for, had the nerve to keep a secret mistress behind my back?