Random Thing

I wish, everything was true. I wish everything really happened. I wish, that important thing wasn't stolen. Becareful with whom you trust for anyone can make you feel LIFELESS.

Six years ago, I screamed his name in a hotel room—Zayne Harrison, the cold, untouchable CEO whose hatred for women was so intense people whispered he was probably gay. But that night… he wasn’t cold. He wasn’t distant. He was the man who ruined me with pleasure—and the man who unknowingly gave me a child. My name is Anna, a single mother fighting to survive. When I’m hired as a bodyguard for the richest and most feared CEO in the country, the last thing I expect is him. The man from that night. The man who can never know the truth. The man whose security detail I cannot refuse—because the pay is the only thing keeping my daughter alive. Now our dangerous past is colliding with the present: A misogynist CEO with power. A single mother with a secret. A one-night memory he doesn’t remember… And a child he must never find out about. But working beside him means one thing— I can hide my identity… I can hide my past… But I can’t hide the way he makes me feel all over again. And this time, if he discovers the truth… It won’t just be my heart on the line. It’ll be my daughter’s life.

Betrayed, blackmailed and forced to deceive, Adelaide has been captured. The one thing she knows, she must do anything her captor says to save her little brother. Even if that means falling in love with his son.

Eden a girl born with powers strong enough to manipulate the earth and bend its waters. In a world where plants have long withered and the rivers dried, it is only a matter a time before her powers are the only thing saving humanity.

Elodie Cassiphea Apostle, a mage who knows that she has something that a normal mage cannot possess. She knows that there is something special about her. The only thing she doesn't know is that she is beyond special.

She fell in love with the notorious antagonist. On the other hand, his heart beats only for one thing: her destruction. 🔞❗❗Trigger warning: This story contains mature themes, graphic content, explicit scenes, and may be triggering for some readers❗❗🔞

"If you force yourself on me, I will never forgive you. You'll have to take me kicking and screaming," I warned. At my words, his face became grave then he looked at me, making me feel a little more intimidated than I'm used to. "Whether silent or screaming, I will fuck you. You my mate and you will carry my heir, that's your role" He used his Alpha tone on me. It hurt. Not physically, but emotionally it did. He was ordering his own mate around like I was just another pack member. Why would he treat me any different? That was a silly thing to expect from him. He took his duty very seriously. His job came first before any thing else

Willow Warma was known to be a well-behaved lady in the circle of socialites. The wildest thing she had ever done was dating her brother’s rival for three years behind his back and letting him take countless intimate videos of her.

My name is Emma. At 31, I am doing well for myself. I’ve got a great job. Or at least a well paid job, my boss loves me, and my girlfriends think I’m great. More important than anyone's opinion is that of my housemate, and best friend in the world, Scott. Scott thinks the world of me and always tells me to be myself. So why do I feel the need to lie outrageously on dates? From rock-climbing to Muay Thai: when it comes to prospective boyfriends, I am compelled to embellish my C.V. with unlikely porkies that alwaysbackfire - with hilarious results. I have Craig to blame for that - he really shattered my sense of self-confidence and self-worth. But then I turn the spotlight on Scott, and he wishes he'd never brought it up. With a penchant for checked shirts and Harry Potter-style specs, I decide he needs a makeover and to experience the abysmal dating world. My friendship with Scott began in the most unconventional way. His past life had made him homeless and isolated, but he saved me. And now we are inseparable. My dating disasters began when my relationship with he-who-must-not-be-named ended. Waking up with a pounding head, a dry mouth, aching limbs and a random arm draped over my waist, I struggle to get up and then stumble to the bathroom. I rubbed my eyes and stare at the hungover, half dead panda eyed loser staring back at me. What started out as a lighthearted challenge with Scott, became something more. We were prepared. But nothing could prepare us for the surprise results! Before long, I realise that our lives will never be the same again.

Even knowing that wailing at an Eravalen aristocratic funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, I let my husband's adopted sister make a scene anyway. In my previous life, my husband, Robert Baker, had a distant relative among the Eravalen aristocracy who passed away. A lawyer informed him that he stood to inherit the estate and invited him to attend the funeral. His adopted sister, Mia Carter, insisted on tagging along to see how the privileged few in another country lived. She wanted to rub shoulders with nobles and make herself look important, even planning to wail dramatically in front of everyone. I rushed to stop her. "Public mourning is taboo among Eravalen nobility. Forget inheriting anything. We'll all be thrown out!" Yet she burst into tears, accusing me of looking down on her and thinking she was not good enough to mingle with aristocrats. She stormed out and was killed by street thugs in a random attack. I thought Robert would fall apart, but he stayed silent through the entire funeral and collected his inheritance without a hitch. Six months later, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the snowy mountains for a photoshoot. The moment we reached the peak, he shoved me into a sleeping bag and tied it shut. "If you hadn't blown everything out of proportion, Mia never would've run off and gotten herself shot." He buried me alive in the snow. I froze to death, and he used that aristocratic fortune to become the CEO of a publicly traded company. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mia insisted on wailing at the funeral.