Pt Spring Hill Calling

Hansel Hill, 121 years old, a female werewolf, is forced to go to high school to look after her brother, Alexus Hill (aka Alex). Alex is in his earliest stage in life, 13 years old and first high school, so he needs to have a guide with him in interacting with humans. Hansel hates the idea of going to high school again because she has gone through it three times already, and all of her high school lives are nothing near fun. But, she learns that going to high school again is not all about babysitting her brother. Something happened in their old neighborhood that makes Hansel's existence a threat to their wolf family. Hansel's wolf family believes that she can't handle human interactions anymore and that they need Hansel to be sent to the wilderness. Hansel hates such ideas more than going to high school, so she will prove them wrong by going to high school again maintaining an average simple life of a nerd. On her stay, she will unexpectedly find her mate in the person of Arche Jones, a popular guy who will oddly find her disguise amusing. But as far as Hansel knows, Arche is a human. Can a human mate be possible? Can her planned average simple life be possible? Let's read and see.

She used to moan his name in secret. Now, he moans hers... but only when he’s buried deep inside her. For four years, Nicole Harrington worked quietly beneath billionaire CEO Xavier Wolfe, loving him from a distance, touching herself to the scent of his clothes, and nursing a crush she knew would never be returned. Until the day he asked her to babysit his daughter. What started as a job became so much more. The quiet little girl clung to her, calling her family. And the cold, impossible man she loved? He touched her like he couldn’t live without her... yet made it clear she meant nothing. Nicole knows the rules. No feelings. No strings. No future. But how can she stay detached when his daughter hugs her every morning like she’s already her mother? And how can she survive each night when Fletcher touches her like she’s his only obsession? They have a contract. But hearts don’t obey contracts. Especially when secrets come to light, secrets that threaten to ruin them all.

Synopsis Emmy was forced to marry Vince in place of her sister. But the man she got married disappeared without saying anything, about where he went or when he would be back. After staying like a widow for three years, the man suddenly appeared again. Emmy wanted to run away because she had no idea how to live with her brother-in-law, but just as she was about to board her flight, the man came up to her and dragged her home. “It seems like you are not happy with your husband’s return!” “No, I…” “If that is the case, then let’s us start off from where we left off three years ago.” … Vince touched Emmy’s chin, drawing her closer to him. Just as he was about to kiss her, Emmy blocked her lips and said to the man, “You are my brother-in-law, this is not right.” “I am not your brother-in-law; I am your husband. Come on, calling me darling!” “Darling!”

Samson Carroll's father, who is the CEO of Carroll Group, is hospitalized, and my sister decides to return to the hospital to work as a nurse. She throws herself into the role—donating blood, helping with emergencies, and keeping watch at his bedside around the clock. Soon, everyone's calling her a hero in scrubs. One night, she blocks the hospital room's security camera. She plans to kill the patient and forge a will so that Samson will marry her. I tell her it's too dangerous. The Carrolls are an influential family with deep pockets and powerful connections, after all. A few kind words and a forged will aren't enough to sway them. But she lashes out at me, calling me an idiot. She says that everyone in Jansbury knows Samson does whatever his father tells him to do. I drag her home, still trying to talk sense into her. "The Carroll family has ties to both the authorities and the underworld. They're untouchable," I explain. "If Samson finds out you lied to him, the consequences are unimaginable." Halfway home, she grows increasingly agitated. "Tonight was my only chance, and you ruined it! You're just jealous I'm about to become a rich man's wife! Go to hell!" Then, in a fit of rage, she shoves me into an open manhole by the side of the road. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the night I brought her dinner at the hospital.

As my due date approaches, my husband's precious mistress falls into the water at a banquet. After being rescued, she immediately accuses me of pushing her. To "avenge" her, he throws me into a modified stainless steel water tank. I beg him, pleading for the sake of our unborn children. But he only sneers. "Don't try to use the babies to guilt me! You've still got a week before you're due. I know exactly how vicious you are—any child of yours would be just as rotten. Stay in there and reflect on your behavior. I'll let you out when you finally admit you're wrong!" Five days later, my husband returns home from a night out with his mistress, calling for me to come downstairs and serve them, as always. He doesn't know that my babies and I have already rotted beyond recognition.

My mother-in-law could not understand me. Before my business trip, I repeatedly told her not to touch anything in my study, but she mixed up the contract I needed. As a result, I lost a million-dollar order and was fired from my company. To make up for her mistake, she promised she would take care of my child and help me find another job. I froze my milk, labeled everything with notes, and gave her detailed instructions on timing and measurements. However, when my baby ended up in the hospital, I found out that she had thrown out all the milk and fed my baby expired formula instead. Even worse, she fed my baby peanuts behind my back, causing my baby to suffocate and die. Afterward, she wailed, "That was my granddaughter! How could I not care? If I could, I'd die with her..." My husband slapped me, shouting, "My mom worked so hard to take care of the child, and you want to drive her to her death? She's an old woman. It's not easy for her!" My sister-in-law came over too, calling me ungrateful and blaming me for treating an elderly woman badly. She claimed I deserved to be childless and alone. However, they did not know how many times I had stopped my mother-in-law from causing trouble and harm to them. I was driven to depression by them and eventually sent to a mental institution, where I was tortured to death. If I had the chance to do it again, I would protect my child and myself and stop preventing my mother-in-law from causing chaos for others. I would watch her bring equal destruction to each one of them!

No feelings.No lies of calling the next day, and no empty promises of not banging anyone’s mother.If I could act like I’ve never met a set of twins I screwed on the same night, thinking they were the same person, then I could do this.It was the perfect set up for a fake relationship and it was simple.We faked our smiles, we faked our laughs; hell, we even faked our love. It wasn’t real.But that kiss was anything but fake, and the orgasm was anything but pretend.Somehow my plus one had become more, and now I’m standing here with my underwear around my ankles wondering what in the hell to do next.Plus One is created by M.N. Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

I started calling my brother "Mr. Quinn" and my childhood friend "Mr. Webb". They frown and ask why I'm being so formal with them. I smile faintly in response. "Because I think you would rather be associated with Vanessa Quinn." They scold me for being unreasonable. "Vanessa is about to marry a man in a coma for you, and her whole life will be ruined. The only reason we treat her so well is because you owe her." But what they don't know is that the one marrying a man in a coma this time isn't Vanessa. It's me—Willow Quinn.

The very first thing I do after I come back to life is find a pig and get married to it. In my past life, I was on the brink of getting engaged to my lover of ten years, Anthony Warner, who was a regimental colonel. In order to celebrate my engagement, Hannah Larson, my cousin, gave me a bracelet, and since it was a thoughtful gift from her, I wore it all the time. Yet, on our engagement day, Anthony didn't just call off our engagement, but he also berated me, calling me a tramp and a homewrecker who destroyed his relationship with Hannah. I was completely at a loss and tried to defend myself, but Hannah suddenly stepped forward and burst out crying. "I know my family and educational background surpass yours, but you can't just ruin my relationship with Anthony out of jealousy, Natalie! Anthony and I have already made a lifelong commitment to each other, so please just let it go!" Anthony turned and led Hannah away. They then got engaged shortly afterward. I was left standing there, becoming the subject of gossip from my relatives. They called me a shameless home-wrecker, and their scorn extended to my parents, who were shamed for raising such a child. They eventually took their own lives from all the rumors, and I couldn't bear the pain of losing them, so I ended myself, too. I suddenly open my eyes and find myself returning to the day Hannah presents me with the bracelet.

I found a condom and a lace thong in the bathroom trash can. John and I had not been intimate in over a year, and I certainly did not own that kind of underwear. I thought about calling him, but then I came across a post from his god-sister of him passionately holding and kissing her foot. Though I was heartbroken, I did not cry or cause a scene. I turned off my phone and forced myself to carry on with life. Eventually, John finally noticed something was wrong. With red eyes, he asked, "Why didn't you care about me flirting with another woman?"