Sasha Lane Teeth

After taking a shower, I stepped barefoot onto the smart scale at home. A cheerful chime rang out. "Congratulations, Mia, you're in your second trimester. The baby weighs three pounds already!" I froze. I was pregnant? How did I not know? Heart pounding, I snatched up my phone and immediately called my husband. "What's going on with the scale at home? I'm pregnant?!" There was a moment of silence on the other end before his familiar, gentle chuckle came through. "Mila, it's just a scale. The data must be wrong. Maybe you're just too sensitive since you haven't been able to get pregnant." I hung up and connected the scale to Bluetooth. In the data log, I saw three months' worth of steadily increasing numbers. Grabbing my car keys, I headed straight for Mia Lane's university.

At the New Year's party, my pineapple juice is swapped for beer. To make things worse, I've just taken cephalexin, which shouldn't be mixed with alcohol. After barely surviving the ordeal, I am shocked to see my husband, Harry Grant, defending Sally Lane, who was responsible for the mix-up. "Can we please just let it go? She didn't do it on purpose," Harry pleads. However, I'm not about to forgive Sally, especially given how sketchy her relationship with my husband has always been. But Harry cuts me off with a scowl, "Enough! She's just graduated and doesn't know any better. "What's the point of holding a grudge? Do you really want to ruin her life to feel better?" he asks, clearly trying to protect her. As I watch him stand by her, my heart sinks. "Fine then, go live with her."

Les murs suintent l’humidité et l’odeur de lessive bon marché. Ici, les journées se ressemblent, rythmées par les hurlements des gardiens et les murmures des détenues. Mais depuis son arrivée, Léo est une anomalie dans ce monde de femmes. Lui, le seul homme dans cet univers carcéral féminin, détonne. Trop sûr de lui. Trop calme. Trop… fascinant. Les premières semaines, il a essuyé les regards en coin, les provocations, les tests. Mais il a tenu bon. Parce qu’il sait survivre. Parce qu’il sait se battre. Ce soir, dans la cour, l’atmosphère est électrique. Mira, assise sur un banc, le fixe, mâchoire serrée. Depuis qu’il a posé les yeux sur Sasha, une brune au regard brûlant, la tension monte. Ici, l’amour et la passion sont des feux de paille qui enflamment tout sur leur passage. Et Mira n’aime pas partager. Léo le sait. Mais il ne recule pas. — Tu te prends pour qui ? crache Mira en s’approchant, son gang derrière elle. Il se lève lentement, un sourire au coin des lèvres. Il n’a pas peur. Il a connu pire. — Je prends ce que je veux, répond-il, voix posée. Sasha, à quelques pas, le regarde, fascinée. Il la veut, et elle le sait. Mira ne supporte pas ce défi silencieux. Son poing part, rapide, furieux. Léo l’évite de justesse et riposte. L’impact claque, Mira titube, mais ne lâche pas l’affaire. Elle revient à la charge, et bientôt, la bagarre éclate sous les cris des détenues qui encerclent la scène.

“I’m not a man, Little Pup. I will never be your knight in shining armor. I will never love you. I will never be your mate,” he said those words to her while making her feel things she had never felt. Sasha Thorne had always known one day her father would use her in his quest for power, even though she was wolfless and the lowest-ranked person in his pack. To her father, she was nothing more than an insult from the goddess. When that time comes, her father offers her as a bride to Cassian Whitehorn. He is a man with no heart. He is cold, ruthless, and unpredictable. He only wanted an heir from her, and she only wanted to escape the monster who brought her on this earth.  But what happens when his coldness is met with a warm smile that melts even the coldest ice? When his ruthless nature clashes with her compassion? It was only meant to be a deal, an heir for freedom. But when she takes what is his and runs. He will burn the world to bring back his heir and her.

For the seven years after our marriage, I spend whole nights in the prayer room before he will even touch me. Eric Compton says it is to atone for what I owe Monica Lynch. When his mother, Barbara Lane, pushes me to fulfill my wifely duties again, I overhear Eric's friends laughing. "Let me think. How many rounds of IVF has Avery done this year? She's trying very hard to get pregnant." "She probably doesn't know there's no way she's ever getting pregnant with Eric's kid." Eric scoffs. "Every time we're done, I give her a glass of milk. After all these years of birth control, it'd be a miracle if she got pregnant." He adds, "Everything she's suffered through is just payback for driving Monica away." I smile bitterly and send the recording to Richard Compton. "I'm not the lucky one meant to carry on the Compton name. Can I go now?"

Certainly, I can remove the sentence "Dive into a tale of forbidden desire, hidden legacies, and a love forged in the crucible of betrayal." Here’s the revised description with that line omitted, maintaining the novel's captivating style to hook readers and editors, followed by the Chinese translation. In the shadowed corridors of wealth and deception, Sophia Lane wove a web of lies so intricate it could ensnare a king. A single, reckless night with Ethan Blackwood—the ruthless billionaire heir whose icy gaze could shatter steel—left her with a secret pulsing beneath her silk-clad curves: a child he’d scorned and threatened to destroy. Presumed dead in a fiery plane crash, Ethan returns, his memory a blank canvas, offering Sophia the golden chance to claim his empire as his "devoted fiancée." But as passion reignites and rivals like the gentle Anna—who saved his life—threaten to unravel her façade, Sophia dances on the edge of ruin. Will her bold gambit crown her the queen of his heart, or will the truth ignite a scandal that burns her dreams to ash?

The moms at the company post about me online, claiming the free daycare I provide for their kids is a "prison" and a vile tactic to force them to work overtime. What they don't know is that the daycare was set up with imported equipment and staffed by internationally trained professionals. It costs nearly eight thousand dollars a month per child to operate. The internet curses me out, calling me a show-off and disgusting capitalist. So I grit my teeth and send out a company-wide announcement. "To support everyone's desire to handle their own childcare, the company has decided to close the free daycare program. Effective immediately, it will be replaced with a childcare benefit. Eligible mothers will receive 200 dollars a month." As soon as the notice goes out, the moms panic. They crowd outside my office, begging me not to shut it down.

Natasha is a young girl who dreams of a better life beyond her middle-class struggles. She earns a scholarship to Delengade College, a world ruled by the powerful elites and feared by the subs. For her, it becomes a chance to rise above poverty and change her family’s fate. But her quiet strength catches the attention of Peter Melton, heir to Delengade’s most powerful family. Every girl wants him, and when he starts to show interest in Natasha, it awakens a dangerous enemy– Sasha Bullock, the ruthless heiress who will stop at nothing to have Peter for herself. Natasha begins to fight for her life. One brutal act of jealousy shatters her world. Betrayed by those she trusts most and the boy she loves, Natasha is left for dead. Five years later, Natasha returns. No longer a naive scholarship girl, she becomes stronger, smarter, and deadlier, and she is ready to burn the world that destroyed her and to take revenge on every single person who had a hand in her death. But what happens when love and hate blur and Natasha discovers the truth behind Peter’s betrayal?

Sawyer Moon, daughter to the late Alpha Felix Moon and Luna Sasha Moon, before another ruthless Alpha killed them and took over their pack. Unfortunately, Sawyer was only 3 years old at the time. She was left in the care of her aunt and uncle, Rosa and Phil Handler. They lived away from any packs, blending in with the humans in a small town called Hope Springs. Sawyer has no idea she's a werewolf. Her aunt and uncle had a pendant necklace made for her to stop her from shifting. She's been told to never take it off as it symbolizes protection and was given to her by her late parents. Her aunt and uncle have always treated her with lots of love, raising her as their own since they couldn't have children. But to protect Sawyer from Alpha Tristan Lake, the man who killed her parents, they've had to hide her and raise her as a human. Will her safe human world come crumbling down when she discovers who she really is or will her powers be released.

Panting harshly he grabbed your jaw while your chest got heavy, having tears in your eyes you feared this man to the core. You felt your knees weak whenever he was around you! "Brother-in-law, you are hurting me!" You spelled trying to shake his touch away while he gritted his teeth at your stubborn traits. "I am done waiting for my brother to throw you away to get you, seems like that bastard won't do shit so I have to snatch you away from him!" He spoke grabbing her wrist earning a hiss from her mouth. Her eyes were still teary made his heart burn. "You are mine more than him!"