Response To Grand Rising

She was born into wealth, envied by many, and betrayed by the one she trusted most. Given a second chance, she returns to the past with one goal: rewrite everything. But amidst the secrets, shifting alliances, and silent battles, she never expected the cold, unreadable boy—the one who always stayed in the background—to be the person who would quietly, steadily turn her world upside down. Not with grand gestures, but with glances, silence, and the kind of love that waits… until she finally sees it.

When rising star Odessa travels to Italy with her fiance, she expects a peaceful getaway from work and a chance to finally connect with his family. What she doesn't expect is to come face to face with someone she once shared an intimate moment with in college….his brother. Caught between the man she promised her future to and the one that makes her feel alive, Odessa must choose.

I am having a heart attack when Scott Lakin locks me inside the car. It's because my pain is frightening his childhood sweetheart. In response to my desperate pleas for help, he merely utters coldly, "I'll let you out when you apologize." I go into shock and have to be rushed to the hospital. I call Scott a dozen times, but he just blocks me. Finally, after I get discharged, I see him carefully feeding his childhood sweetheart chicken soup. "Have some food, darling. What if the baby in your belly is hungry?" After that, I return to my hometown without saying a word and stay there for half a month. After blocking me everywhere except the music streaming platform, Scott suddenly starts frantically searching for me. "Jennie, why didn't you add me back on Facebook this time?"

"They're both dead." King states. "Let's wait at front until the Sheriff arrives."I'm a 17 years old Chippewa descendant, a high school senior from Grand Portage, Minnesota.First day of school when I'm going back home, I see someone on the School Bus that I haven't seen in five years. King Thunderbird.The animal attacks start and suddenly three people are brutally killed.Who's the killer?Will the fourth victim uncovered the identity of the killer?

Rosemary believed her marriage to Adrian was everything. Until one night, a mysterious message led her to the Grand Aurora Hotel—where she witnessed her husband celebrating the anniversary of his first love with another woman. Before a room full of guests, Adrian placed a diamond necklace around the woman’s neck and, without hesitation, divorced Rosemary. Humiliated, ridiculed, and laughed at in public, Rosemary’s world shattered in an instant. But could she rise again from the depths of her despair?

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?

At the awards for the Global Jewelry Design Competition, my stepsister Sandra took the grand prize. She used the designs she stole from me. What she didn’t know was the show’s biggest sponsor: Jude Moretti. Godfather of the Moretti family. A bloodthirsty monster scarred in an explosion, a man they say can never have children. And the grand prize? Becoming the Godfather’s bride. That night, Moretti’s men, all in black, delivered a gold-trimmed marriage contract. They were here for the “genius designer.” My fiancé, Marco, panicked. He whisked Sandra off to Vegas to save her. They got married that night. With the deed done, Sandra strutted back in, wearing my silk robe. She flashed the ring on her finger and the hickies all over her neck. “Marco’s mine now,” she purred. “What are you going to do, Odessa? The Godfather’s only giving you a day. If you don’t marry him, the Family will have to appease him. That means sending you to the red-light district. Selling you to the kind of sicko who gets off on broken things.” She was wrong. I had another choice. I found my father and stepmother, both scrambling to deal with the contract. “I’ll do it,” I said. “I’ll marry the Godfather.”

“I love you, mate,” Kael says to me, and I believe him.Even in the midst of the war and the chaos, the trying to escape and the hiding from our enemies, I know, he is the one for me.I feel the ribbon between our hearts tighten, and the only thing I can say in response is, “Take me.”GemmaAll she wanted was adventure. When she snuck off to take the place of her cousin as a breeder for a distant Alpha, she had no idea the danger and turmoil she’d be faced with. But then, she met Kael, a captured Alpha, and everything changed.KaelHe’s been hiding what’s left of his destroyed pack from their enemies for years. But now that he has Gemma, there’s something worth fighting for.Can the two of them overcome their enemies and find piece for the Moonwake pack so that they can finally be together in peace, or will the rival Alpha win the day?Stolen by the Rival Alpha is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

By year's end, I'd closed a huge deal and snagged a $2.5 million bonus. The company even sent me on early maternity leave—nice perk for being eight months pregnant. Pauline found me lounging on the couch. "Why aren't you at work?" I cracked a joke. "Got fired. Guess I'll be stuck here playing housewife." Her response? A slap across my back. "Then get off and do the laundry! You're having a girl, not a son, and you think you can sit around like some princess?" My husband, Logan, walked in right then. He just pulled her into the nursery. Feeling hurt, I switched on the hidden cameras I'd secretly installed. I thought maybe he'd defend me. Yeah, no. What I uncovered? It was so much worse. Twisted secret after twisted secret.

My suitcase, filled with precious and expensive birthday gifts, was mistakenly claimed by another person at the airport. When I opened the one left behind, I found it packed with men’s clothes instead of my belongings. Determined to retrieve what was rightfully mine, I went on a frantic search for the man who had taken my suitcase. When I finally confronted him and politely asked for an exchange, he responded with the gentlest of tones: “Oh, I opened it and realized I’d made a mistake—it’s all women’s items.” I breathed a sigh of relief, ready to thank him and express my gratitude. Then he added casually, “I couldn’t use any of those things, so I sorted them out and gave them to my girlfriend. You’re welcome.” My jaw dropped. I could barely muster a response as I muttered under my breath, “What the hell?”