Pretty Space Names

After everything I have done for my husband, my cheating husband. He divorced and left me brutally for his pretty ex-girlfriend. This isn't the life I want for myself, I want to love and be loved. He lost me, yes, he lost me to everything good. Infidelity is a barrier to any marriage, and I'm not going to stay tamed, trying to cover my pains when I have a life worth living. I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon!

NITE ALBERONA—-When his beloved was raped and killed. He wants to know the culprit, and all pointing fingers are directed to a secret organization called Foedus Corp. Avenge. Mission. Requite. He found a way to be welcomed by the organization itself. And once he was in, he started to dig graves for the seven mighty founders of Foedus. And when he thought rainbows were not for him, he met her again—NOVEMBER SCOTTO—a pretty but lethal eighteen-year-old mafia heiress who asked his service to ambush all her bodyguards, so she could have a day alone and free from her brother.

Emery Watson moves to New York to pursue her career in sociology and rekindle her relationship with her estranged brother. What she didn't anticipate was meeting Holden Harris the baddest of the bad and Jett Forbes a bad boy with a weakness for girls with pretty eyes and smiles. Holden traps her in his web of lies and she is forced to go along with his antics. Jett is willing to change his ways to be the man she needs but when things get steamy with Holden instead she is stuck between following her heart and doing the right thing... which is sometimes not always the same thing.

Blurb: Artemis Vincent's life was pretty much bad before but as if the universe wanted to make things worse her father, mother and died in a car accident, leaving her alone in their house not long she is sent packing by the landlord as she could no longer fend for herself. Artemis started to hustle even just to eat. She goes to a restaurant one day, sees a gold watch, and steals it. Unknown to her the gold watch belongs to one of the most powerful men in California. When Artemis is caught, she is given a choice. Rot in jail or be the mistress to this powerful and utterly ruthless man.

On the one-year anniversary of the company's public listing, my wife, Susan Lynn, publicly announced that she was gifting a supercar worth millions of dollars to her childhood friend, Charles Baker. Charles, with his arm around her shoulder, raised his glass and said, "Thank you, Susan. Here's a toast to our friendship!" I let out a derisive laugh and walked away. Susan, feeling upset, chased after me, shouting, "Angus, what's your problem? What's wrong with me giving the top salesperson a supercar? You're just a useless waste of space, and you still dare to throw a tantrum!"

Leona pierce was deeply obsessed with the colour black. Just like her soul, she lived in darkness. She was a heartless and detached artisan. The woman who was fighting the demons of her mind stumbled upon Tayson Huxley. Tayson Huxley is the hottest model and director of an art company. He is the man epitome of desire, arrogance and pure sex. When these two collide, the fuse is hatred, stubbornness, little ego games and undeniable chemistry that leads to something that none of them wants in their life. . . All rights are reserved to Copyright 2021 Amaya No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or any means without th written permission of the author. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, incidents, and locale are the produce of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or actual person, living or dead is purely a coincidence.

I didn't just break the rules; I unraveled them. One rain-slicked night in Edinburgh, I fell into the arms of a stranger who tasted like rain and dangerous secrets. No names, no strings—just a kiss that should have stayed in the shadows. Then Monday morning happened. ​The man from the alley? He isn’t a mystery anymore. He’s Professor Alistair Reid, and he's the only thing standing between me and my engineering degree. He says we have to be strangers. He says there are boundaries. But every time our hands brush over a silk sample in the lab, I know he’s lying. ​In the world of high-stakes textiles, the strongest threads are the ones that are hidden. But when obsession starts to fray the edges of our lives, who’s going to be the one to let go first?

Twins Christine and Jared are two days away from their 21st birthdays, the biggest birthdays of their lives. Not only will they get their Goddess gifts and take over as alpha and beta of their pack, but they also have the potential to find their mates. But on a night out on the town, they find themselves drawn to wolves they never expected. Jared can't tear himself away from his best friend and his sister's best friend. Christine has a one night stand and finds herself pregnant, something that can only happen with your mate. But when Jared can't understand his attraction to his two friends and when Christine can't find her mate because they only exchanged first names, a game of Hide and Seek begins. Book 1 of the Trio Legacies series Sequel Series to the Trio of Mates Series

Kimberly Samson Isang Nobody . Akala Ng lahat Isa lang siya'ng walang paki alam sa mundong ibabaw. Will, yes. she does like that, but. Not untill Trevor Suarez appear in the picture. Paano nga ba Niya i-iwasan Ang isang drop dead gorgeous na lalaki? Na alam Niya sa sarili Niya na malalim na Ang napasok Nito sa puso Niya'ng inalagaan Niya Ng ilang taon. ___ This is a work of fictions, Names, Characters, Business, Places, Events and incidents are either the products of the Author's playfull imagination or used in fictitious manner, any resemblance to the actual Persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Do not publish or transmit, modify, display or create derivative worksnor exploit the content of this story in any way please obtain permission.

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.