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Don't Love Me When I'm Dead

Don't Love Me When I'm Dead

The first experiment in the world of retrieving memories after death succeeds, and my memories are going to be broadcast live all over the Internet. My dad has just learned about my death, but he only says in a disgusted tone, "Who would want to see the memories of someone who is selfish, mean, and has nothing commendable at all about them? Today is the wedding day of Zoe and Cameron. Pause the live broadcast and stop being so sickening!" Zoe is my stepsister, and Cameron is supposed to be my fiance. After that, my father finds out the truth from the live broadcast of my memories. He begs for my forgiveness tearfully but… I'm already dead.
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Expired Vows: The Don Won't Let Go

Expired Vows: The Don Won't Let Go

To earn a place in the Nostra family, I forge a new identity. The night my lie unravels, Don Nostra looks at me as if I'm dirt at the bottom of his shoe. I press a razor blade to my wrist. "Kick me out of the family, and I'll die right here." "Fine. Since you want to be my wife that badly, I'll give you what you want," Lorenzo Nostra snickered. After that, he brings home woman after woman. He forces me to kneel outside his bedroom door, saying, "Watch and learn. This is how you please your Don." The stinging pain in my knees is nothing compared to the chill in my heart. When he is done, he towers above me. "All this for a title," he says with a sneer. "You really put up with anything." Enduring him becomes the only way I can survive this world. Then, one day, he walks in with a civilian girl named Maria Romano. "Go. Bring her the heirloom Madre left behind," he commanded. This time, I refuse. I turn and walk away, never once looking back. When Lorenzo uncovers the truth, he loses his mind and begs me to come back.
Short Story · Mafia
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The billionaire who couldn't steal my heart

The billionaire who couldn't steal my heart

Ronan Blackthorne gets the same coffee every morning. Black, no sugar. From the same girl who doesn't even know he's worth billions. Annabelle thinks he's just another suit with good tips and a nice smile. She has no clue he owns half of Manhattan. Here's the thing though, Ronan's got a problem. His dead father just screwed him over big time. Turns out daddy had a secret daughter somewhere, and she owns 35% of everything Ronan thought was his. Now he's hunting this mystery girl down because his psychotic mother Victoria won't shut up about finding her and making the problem disappear. The barista he's falling for is the girl he's looking for.
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Au delà de l’interdit : Je t'aime

Au delà de l’interdit : Je t'aime

XVIIIème siècle, à Puerto Morelos,Mexique. Trahi par toute sa famille et la fille qu’il aimait en épousant son demi-frère,Mathis s'est vu forcé à aller travailler pour l’homme le plus cruel de toute la ville,selon la rumeur,un célèbre homme d'affaires connu sous le surnom de Negro Diablo. L’amour pourra t-il fleurir entre ces deux-là ? surtout à une époque où les relations entre deux hommes est considéré comme un péché mortel et qu’avoir la peau noir est pire qu’être un animal ? Petit résumé plus détaillé de l’histoire ; Plonger dans l’histoire d’amour quasiment interdit entre Mathis, 22 ans, un garçon issu de la noblesse Mexicaine et Diego, un homme déjà dans la trentaine, noir, qui à été adopter par un couple Méxicain. Deux univers séparent les deux hommes, car l’un est considéré comme faisant partie de l’élite de la société de cette époque, pendant que l'autre est considéré comme un bâtard, descendant d’esclave qui a eu la chance d’être sauvé par un couple respectable. L’un cache son homosexualtité pour ne pas choqué un peu plus la société très conservatrice dans laquelle il se trouve, tandis que l’autre qui croyait toute sa vie aimé une femme, découvre petit à petit à peit qu’il s’était peut-être trompé. Mais derrière ce de réalité se cache beaucoup plus de chose que l’on pourrait imaginer et vous découvrirez que les apparences peuvent être souvent trompeuse, car la réalité dépasse toujours notre imagination
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DON’T TOUCH HER! SHE’S MY WIFE

DON’T TOUCH HER! SHE’S MY WIFE

BLURB I think a lot people don’t understand what romance is. Daniel Prescott is not an exemption, the ruthless billionaire only cares about himself and no other family but when it was time for him to get married. He filled a contract marriage to the Rose Hildegard, a woman that believe in love and flowers Rose who had to compel just for the sake of her sick grandfather’s last wish agreed and signed the papers until their first night and he candidly warned her not to even hope for a marital union. She was trapped in an only sexual relationship even though she owned an empire. What’s left for her? What is left for the ruthless billionaire when he starts to fall in love but she’s already falling for his best friend?.
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Sous les étoiles éveillées, je t'aime encore

Sous les étoiles éveillées, je t'aime encore

Mariés depuis trois ans, son mari ne l'avait jamais touchée. Et pourtant, en pleine nuit, il s'était soulagé devant une photo de sa sœur. C'est en regardant par hasard son téléphone que Léna Fontaine avait compris : s'il l'avait épousée, ce n'était que pour se venger. Parce qu'elle était la véritable fille biologique, celle qui avait arraché à sa sœur sa place de l'héritière. Déçue et brisée, Léna était retournée vivre auprès de ses parents adoptifs. Mais elle ne s'était pas attendue à ce que Mathieu Delaunay devienne fou, la cherchant partout, désespérément.
Short Story · Romance
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Divorce Is a Stretch, Don't You Think?

Divorce Is a Stretch, Don't You Think?

During the third year of our marriage, my husband's ex—whom he dated for eight years—suddenly shares a photo of a ten-million-dollar marital home on her social media. It's captioned, "I've finally gotten a mansion! Who's the best at dating? I am!" I gape at the image—I see my husband swiping his card at the real estate sales office in a corner of the photo. I leave a question mark in the comments. In the next second, my husband calls me to tell me off. "I'm just making good on a promise I made her when we were dating—to buy her a marital home. Why did you have to go insult her like that? Are you evil enough to turn me into a man who goes back on his word?" That evening, his ex shares another photo of a million-dollar renovation bill. I know it's a gift from my husband to appease her, but I don't care anymore…
Short Story · Romance
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Now You See It, Now You Don't

Now You See It, Now You Don't

My boyfriend has always doted on me. However, after learning that I can't go to work at the bank after falling and injuring myself, he snaps at me. "Why didn't you tell me you switched shifts with someone else? That was a cheap move!" I don't refute him. Instead, I pull out a hospitalization record as I watch the bank descend into chaos. In my past life, I attended to a couple who wanted to deposit five million dollars into their account. Their child had been diagnosed with a rare illness. They'd gotten the money by selling their organs and mortgaging the home—it was to save their child's life and pay for the surgery the following day. However, the money was stolen the following day. I helped them check where the money was withdrawn, but the surveillance footage showed I was the one who did it. My best friend wept when the couple questioned me. "You shouldn't have stolen the money someone needed to save a life, no matter how materialistic and covetous you are!" My boyfriend hurried over and said, "I wondered why you suddenly had money to buy a car—you stole it! You're heartless!" The child died after failing to receive treatment in time, and the couple stabbed me to death on the streets out of devastation. When I open my eyes again, I think injuring myself will help me escape this. To my surprise, the surveillance cameras once again capture me stealing the money.
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C R E A T U R E

C R E A T U R E

Erika van der Merwe
Asya is the most promising ballerina the Royal Ballet has seen in years. Wildly ambitious, back-breakingly disciplined, and immensely driven, she has only one objective: prima ballerina. There is nothing she won't do to earn this once-in-a-generation title. But behind her ballerina grace she hides dark secrets of an inhumanly strict mother, pushing her body to cruel limits, and serial hookups with male dancers. Roman Zharnov is the star of the Russian ballet: young, successful, arrogant, beautiful, and worst of all, talented. He's come to London for a fresh start after earning himself the nickname 'the bad boy of ballet'. It is during a rehearsal that his eye falls on Asya, a nineteen-year-old soloist with spitfire in her eyes and a raw talent capable of silencing an auditorium. But Asya has a partner, and she wants to stay as far away as possible from the Russian prodigy with a reputation that won't seem to leave him alone. In the competitive world of classical ballet Asya is climbing the ranks, earning coveted parts and building a name for herself as a promising soloist. But all the while she is playing a dangerous game behind the curtain. Roman has found the one ballerina that can keep up with him and wants her to partner him, but he will soon realise that animals can't do what she does.
Romance
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Unlike Broken Arms, Broken Hearts Don‘t Mend

Unlike Broken Arms, Broken Hearts Don‘t Mend

When my husband, Drake Connor, posted a photo of me on social media, this random woman mistook me for his mistress. She confronted me in the street, a baby in her arms and a crowd of relatives and friends in tow, ready to teach me a lesson. "You shameless tramp! How dare you seduce my husband! "I’ll beat you to death, you disgusting woman!" The crowd beat me, smashed my car, and ripped my clothes. I left that encounter bruised and battered, suffering a concussion and a fractured arm. In the end, I called the police and demanded justice. I had a divorce agreement drawn up and threw it in Drake's face. "If it weren’t for me, you’d be begging in the streets! And now you dare to hide a woman and child from me? "Get out! Don’t expect a penny from me!"
Short Story · Romance
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