Ruby Anne With An E Novels & Stories

“This is just an agreement.” I said with my breath hitching in my throat as his finger traced my collarbone gently. “Yes it is.” He murmured, his voice sending shock waves through my system. “Nothing more.” I said trying to convince myself even though I was shaking as his hands moved from my waist and cupped my under boob. “Nothing more.” He whispered before his lips landed on my neck sucking the soft skin gently as his thumb caressed my nipple. I gasped in deliciousness feeling the warm sensation in between my legs already. I was trying so hard not to fall but it was a slippery slope! *********************************** Ruby Mae is on the run from a dangerous past and she is on a quest to save her father from the hands of dangerous people. She to hide herself and gather a lot of money first. When the handsome but heartless Tycoon, Damian Loft, a popular heart rob crosses path with her, she is thrown in to more confusion. Torn between doung the job of being his contract girlfriend without catching feelings and planning to save her father, she is swirling in a lot of emotions. Will she give in to the desires that are pulling her? Damian Loft, a sexy handsome but mean young man has never had to care for anything except his business and money. Known to be a notorious womanizer, his image soon creates a dent in his business. Now he has to save his name by hiring a good girl to play pretend. What happens when he finds himself falling faster than he hopes? What happens when a simple contractual romance turns in to a heated, passionate love affair!

"My husband walks about freely, lavishing my fortune, with his mistress by his side, while I am condemned to spend the rest of my life in an island prison for his death. If this is my fate, I will fight it until my last breath."~~~ MARIANNE Betrayed by the ones she trusted most, Marianne finds herself convicted for a crime she did not commit. In a desperate attempt to change her new reality, she ends up at the brink of death but gets a second chance in Troy; An unusually sexy billionaire willing to place the world at her feet. Marianne swears she is done with men and love, and her life's goal is revenge against those who wronged her. But why does her heart race uncontrollably at the sound of his voice? ***His hands reached out, framing my face, his fingers tracing the outline of my lips as if committing them to memory. His touch moved lower, his thumbs grazing the sensitive peaks of my nipples. The sensation sent a wave of pleasure rippling through me, making it impossible to think. I closed my eyes as his lips found the crook of my neck, kissing and biting lightly, leaving me breathless and trembling. "Troy," I panted, my eyes flying open as I took a step back, trying to create distance between us. But he followed me, closing the gap I had made. His voice was low, a whisper that seemed to reach into my soul. "Do I scare you?" I nodded, my eyes unable to meet his, looking anywhere but at him. His brows furrowed as he gently lifted my chin, forcing me to face him. "Why, Anne?" I swallowed hard, trying to find the words. "Because... you make me feel things I've never felt before."***

At only 5'2", it's hard to believe that Scarlett Lobo is an Alpha. Yet she is. Scarlett is the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack. In fact, she is one of the only female Alphas in the country. Leading her own pack, combined with the fact that as an Alpha her fated mated can only be another Alpha, and despite her petite stature people find her intimidating (okay, some people find her intimidating. Other people still resent the idea of a female Alpha), she has yet to meet her fated mate. She's nearly given up, tempted to take a chosen mate, but every time she brings it up, her family talks her out of it. So, she waits, having the occasional fun with her warriors or with unmated Alphas from other packs. That, along with the satisfaction she gets from being a powerful Alpha, leading her own pack is nearly enough for Scarlett to accept the idea that she may just go unmated. Except for that pesky little problem of needing an heir. But, then the Congress of Werewolves and Shifters (COWS) call their first national conference in nearly a quarter of a century, ordering all Alphas to attend. Annoyed to have to leave her pack, but curious as to why this conference is being called, Scarlett attends expecting several days of rather dull meetings, debates and workshops, thinking her only enjoyment would come in the form of her occasional bed buddy, Raul Farkas the Alpha of the Dark Sun Pack. What she doesn't expect is for Ruby, her wolf, to begin driving her nuts on the plane on the way to the conference. And she really wasn't expecting the overwhelming scent of leather, tobacco and parchment to hit her as she checked into her hotel. Enter Alpha Grey Badar.

The day after my mom used 880 grand from selling our family restaurant to buy a house for my cousin, my girlfriend of five years dumped me. "Evan," Ruby Lawrence said while she sat across from me. "Let's break up." My hands trembled. "Why?" "I waited for you for five years." Her eyes welled with tears. "You said once the restaurant was sold, we'd have the down payment for a house in Seahaven. Where is it now? Where's the money?" I tried to explain, but she cut me off. "In your parents' eyes, you're not even as important as your cousin. So tell me, who's really their son? I'm 28, Evan. I can't keep waiting." She grabbed her bag and walked away without looking back. My phone buzzed. My mom sent me a photo of her and my cousin at his new house. That was followed with a voice note. She sounded joyful. "Your cousin finally achieved his biggest life goal. We can relax now." I stared at his smug smile in the photo. I laughed until tears ran down my face. I exited the 'Clark Family Forever' group chat and blocked every single relative. 'Since you all choose him, then from this moment on, your reputation or loyalty will have nothing to do with me. I only wonder if you'll think of the son you abandoned when that precious nephew of yours, who you poured all your resources into, throws you out of your own home.'

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.

O livro "A maldição de Sander" vagueia pelos relatos de Olívia, uma jovem que certo dia sofre um grande choque ao encontrar um rapaz, Sander, no quintal de sua casa. O rapaz, que não sabia como foi lá parar, começa a contar-lhe histórias magníficas e atos heroicos que ele tinha feito até então, deixando a jovem boquiaberta. Mas algumas horas depois ela ouve na rádio que o rapaz que acreditava ser um herói e que ela tinha abrigado em sua casa, escondendo-o em seu quarto, é um assassino a sangue frio. No início, Olívia tem a reação de julgá-lo, mas depois, após juntar os pontos das histórias que ele lhe contara, ela conclui que ele cometeu tais crimes comandado por forças sobrenaturais malignas. Assim, os dois começam a aventura de inocentar Sander, o que os leva a fazer uma viagem emocionante pela vida do jovem rapaz, desde antes do seu nascimento. Ao mesmo tempo, Olívia, personagem principal e também narradora, faz uma viagem para dentro de si mesmo, descobrindo as suas dores, frustrações, amarguras, e também os momentos felizes. E, desta forma, redescobre a si própria, com a certeza de que a sua vida e a vida de Sander não se cruzaram por acaso. E, com passar do tempo, sem que nenhum deles se aperceba disso, a forte amizade que os une transforma-se num grande amor.

Jessica Harper has t⁠he lif⁠e most women dream of—a loving husband, Co​nrad, and a spirited six-y‍e⁠ar-old s‍o‍n. Her da⁠ys‍ are filled with s‌tability, comfort, and‌ t‍he quiet satisfaction⁠ of a⁠ life well-lived. But the pas​t ha​s a way o‍f re​sur‌facing. W​hen Stefan—the man who once ignited her wild⁠est desires—suddenly reappears, old memori​es an​d forbidde⁠n c‍ravings thr‌eat⁠en t‍o⁠ unravel the life Jess​ica ha​s built. As she navigates l⁠ing‌erin‌g passion, marital loyal⁠ty, and the c‌ompl‌exities of desire, ev⁠ery choic⁠e becomes⁠ a d⁠a​ngerous balancing act. Conr‍a​d senses the⁠ s​t‌orm⁠ brewing, and when s‍ecrets, o⁠bsessions, and u‌nexpected e‍nco‌unters c‍ollide, Jessic‍a must confront the‌ truths she’s buri‌ed and‍ decide what sh⁠e‍ truly wants. Can love surv⁠ive temp​ta​tion, or will the past destroy everything?

I went to my best friend's place for her birthday, and out of nowhere, she started complaining. "I'm so jealous of you," she said. "Your boyfriend has basically no sex drive." "Mine's the complete opposite. He wanted it seven times last night. I was crying so hard I lost my voice, and he still wouldn't stop." I gave her a sympathetic smile. "That just means he's crazy about you. Unlike mine—he's practically celibate. Like a monk." She raised an eyebrow, casually stroking the two-million-dollar ruby bangle on her wrist. "He's not bad," she said, a hint of smugness in her voice. "He was with his ex for five years, but he still chose to marry me behind her back. He was so afraid she'd push for marriage that he faked going bankrupt and told her he had ALS. "The girl wouldn't let go, though. She sold her blood, her kidney—whatever it took—to scrape together money for his treatment. "She was working the graveyard shift at a factory, while he and I were fooling around in a twenty-million-dollar villa." I froze. To help my boyfriend Nathan Whitley pay for his ALS treatment, I had done all of those things. Before I could even process it, the door opened, and a tall, sharply dressed man walked in. "Babe," he said, "I got that strawberry flavor you like. How about wearing that silk nightie tonight?" Our eyes met. I stood there, frozen in shock, a chill running down my spine. It was Nathan Whitley—the man who was supposed to be broke, bedridden, and dying of ALS.

Rory grasped her fist and tried not to say anything that would result in her losing the job she had come to get. How could he fire that lady based just on her name? He should consider himself fortunate because he is wealthy. He went on to the next person, who stepped out of the way and pushed Rory into her previous place. He firmly gripped his cane. "What is your name?" She couldn't believe she was afraid to respond as well. She took a deep breath and swallowed before speaking. "Rory Anne Spears," She had expected to be insulted but Eren didn't say anything but moved to the next person. He doesn't appear to care about anyone else anymore. He was pulled to her just by her name. He yelled out, "Mr. Lewis! Fire the rest of them," Rory was found by her scent, and he pointed her out with his cane. "As of today, she works for me." ~~~ An arrogant blind rich boy fell in love with his maid from section c also known as lower class. She got pregnant for him and didn't tell him about it. She left the hospital on the day of his operation after she promised she'd stay forever and they'd start a family together. The rich young master regained his sight after his operation. Six years later, he received a new intern and she turned out to be the woman who left him six years ago. He didn't recognize her since he was blind and she already changed everything about herself. What will he do when he finds out that the woman who worked for him now was the same maid he fell in love with and she also turned out to have a six years old daughter who is also his?

I had been married to Alexander for three years. Everyone feared his ruthlessness, but he had always been incredibly gentle with me. But ever since Elena took a bullet for him during a shootout six months ago, everything changed. He always said she got hurt saving him, so I had to be accommodating. At the family’s most prestigious gala, my husband—the Don, Alexander—arrived with his secretary, Elena, on his arm. Pinned to her chest was the ruby brooch that symbolized the position of the Donna of the family. "Elena took a bullet for me. She liked the brooch, so I let her borrow it for a while. Regardless, you are the only donna here. Try to show some class." I didn't argue with him. I just removed my wedding ring and pulled out the divorce papers: "Since she likes it so much, she can have it. Including this seat next to you. I'm giving that up, too." Alexander signed without hesitation, a cold smile on his face. "What kind of manipulative trick are you playing now? You're an orphan, separated from your family, you won't survive three days in Sicily. I'll wait for you to come back begging me." I took out an encrypted satellite phone I hadn't used in three years. Alexander didn't know that I was actually the youngest daughter of the oldest Mafia family in Europe. But my family and Alexander’s had always been enemies. To marry him, I had changed my name and even severed ties with my father and brothers. The call connected. I took a deep breath and whispered, "Papa, I regret it. Send someone to pick me up in two weeks."