Sebastian And Claude

Just one phone call. One phone call was all it took for Navaeh's Last year in High School to take a drastic change. Who was on the other end of the phone? What are we talking about? The one thing everyone in Silva High doesn't know about Navaeh, their popular, straight A's student is revealed to one person through the phone call. The cherry on top was the fact that it wasn't Navaeh's friend but an old acquaintance was the one that found out. Meet Quinnel Ashford, the Basketball team Captain and Navaeh's infamous old Acquaintance, the person on the other end of the phone. Navaeh didn't see any reason as to why the whole school had to know her own personal issues and so she kept it away from them for the past three years but now Quinnel Ashford knows. The popular bastard. They were friends when they were young, best friends if you may, but all it takes was deceit and... anger for them to break apart. What exactly happened 13 years ago that made Navaeh decide that she wasn't ever going to talk to Quinnel ever again? Now the question was, why did Quinnel Ashford call Navaeh Thatcher that day when they weren't on speaking terms and will he keep her secret from the whole school and let her graduate with no drama or reveal it? But then... The secret is out. Everyone in the school knows. Uh-oh. Who revealed her secret? The one person apart from her two twin younger sisters that knew about it was Quinnel. Will Navaeh find the truth or just blatantly refuse to see anything and turn her back on her new best friend and crush, Quinnel like he had done 13 years ago? Did Quinnel keep her secret till the end?

Nelly and Naomi is a tragic, emotionally charged novel about love, betrayal, and the inescapable weight of the past. Nelly and Naomi are two beautiful, life-loving young women bound by both friendship and family, with Naomi only three years older. Their bond is tested when each is separately violated by the same man, who disguises his crime as love. When Nelly confesses her trauma to Naomi, she discovers that Naomi has endured the same fate. Pregnant and forced to flee her city, Naomi moves to another town and invites Nelly to start anew with her. For a while, they rebuild their lives—until fate turns cruel again. Naomi marries a man she loves but hides her pregnancy from him. Unbeknownst to her, the same man falls in love with Nelly and secretly marries her as well. Living under one roof, the truth remains hidden, allowing betrayal to deepen and wounds to fester. When the truth finally surfaces, Naomi leaves with her young son and begins a new life in another town, eventually marrying a different man. Nelly, meanwhile, betrays her husband emotionally, leaving him torn between love and resentment. Years later, he encounters Naomi again—along with the child Nelly bore—but Naomi refuses even to acknowledge him. Facing death after being diagnosed with a rare illness, Nelly seeks Naomi one last time, begging for forgiveness. Naomi, scarred by the past, refuses. Broken, Nelly returns home only to find another woman in her husband’s bed, mirroring her own betrayal. Life ultimately forces the two women and their husbands back together at a single event, where unresolved love, guilt, friendship, and disappointment collide once more—proving that some stories never truly end, they only change shape.

When I was six months pregnant, I was visiting the hospital when I saw my husband with his childhood friend, who had recently returned to the country. I was left holding my own prenatal checkup report, watching as they celebrated their soon-to-be born child. Still, Kelly Wallace appeared worried and even sounded guilty. "Quentin, you didn't have to come with me—I'm fine alone. If Jolin finds out, she'll definitely have a fight with you. She's pregnant too… it'll affect her mood and the baby." Quentin Smith was confidently nonchalant. "No, she won't—she always obeys me and loves me too much. If she does argue, I'll just divorce her!" My heat broke, tears of misery rushing down my cheek. But it was true. I loved him so much that I couldn't even bear to argue with him and always obeyed him. Even so, that didn't mean I was going to maintain this sham of a marriage after learning about his deceit. Since he didn't want me and our child, then I could raise my baby alone. Wiping away my tears, I called a number I hadn't called for five years. "Dad, can I come home?" "Oh, Jo! You finally called. Of course you're always welcomed home!" Hanging up, I booked a ticket for a flight to Switzerland that was due to depart a week later. I'd be out of his hair, so why was he losing his mind when he couldn't find me?

The day I died, the baby in my womb was only five months old. In that final phone call, my father, John Harlow, the godfather of the Harlow family, spoke with a voice as icy as a loaded gun. "A married woman belongs to her husband's family, even in death." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had been placed under house arrest. He was circling my college application with a red pen. "Girls who study art are easier to marry off." In front of him, I tore the family's marriage alliance files into pieces. "I'm going to Camford University. I'm studying Computer Science." He sprang to his feet so suddenly that his finger nearly jabbed my face, his sleeve cuff revealing the family crest tattoo. "If you dare defy me, don't ever regard me as godfather." I smiled. "Exactly what I want." Meeting his stunned gaze, I spoke each word deliberately. "The name Harlow. I have long stopped wanting it."

Destroyed her first life, and her family was executed for being accused of using black magic. And she had to endure painful torments for the rest of her life to give her blood as penance to rid the kingdom of black magic. In the end, Rania died. An assassin killed her. Worse, she became a curious spirit who followed wherever the cruel king Alaric slaughtered monsters that entered the capital. Before then, she fell asleep in her spirit form and woke up in a place she had not seen for a long time. "I...went back to the past?!"

There's a forbidden love between two families, Werewolves and Vampires. Brixton and Helena run away for love of each other. War is called upon when the families find their children gone. The fateful day of love, hate, redemption or peace comes too soon. Brixton and Helena take their own lives.

Zoe is a teenager who believed her life only revolves inside a small village. Her life is the worst, she said. Then her curiosity to the outside world made her escape from her comfort zone. Along to her sweet adventure is a young man that will change her life. A young man that will give her a reason to continue and pursue her dreams.

At ten years old, Violet stumbled into the Cedar Grove Pack covered in wounds and malnourished from walking for four days. With her memory shattered, she’s taken in and raised by the pack doctor. Nine years later fate takes Violet across the country, to the wealthiest pack in the world. Soon the walls she constructed around herself, and that harrowing night will be threatened. A face from her past set’s things in motion, his smoky eyes risk sending her to her knees. Flashbacks, blackouts, and secrets steeped in lies, prove to Violet that the past always comes back to haunt you.

Melody is tired of love and has her sights set on growing her business after her divorce. Sure, it’s odd for a werewolf to run a bakery, but who wouldn’t want to focus on work when your best friend is caught having sex with your husband in your storage room? Now that the divorce is final and her mate bond dissolved, she can focus on running the only bakery in her pack. With her striving to get the word out on her bakery, she has no time for drama—or bikers. Teddy is out looking for a good time—and a good dessert. With no ties to any pack, his rogue gang of motorcycle werewolves travels from town to town, causing mayhem and partying hard. When he has the sudden urge for something sweet as his motorcycle gang rolls through a small town, he stops at a small bakery next to their favorite bar. He is hit with the smell of fresh-baked goodness that he could eat all day long, and the sight of the owner leaves him craving more than just dessert. When they are both dragged into a war, secrets and plots are uncovered; changing their lives in unexpected ways. Friends and alliances change, as priorities shift for the both of them; dragged into roles neither wanted, but now both must accept.

The new intern, Cynthia Joller, had posted about me online, claiming the company had made them use their leave for team building. No one wanted to fly all the way to an island to spend time with colleagues. However, what the internet did not know was that our company's team-building tradition involved booking a top-notch five-star resort every year: all-inclusive, family-friendly, with an extra three days of paid leave, and a $30,000 budget per person. The whole internet dubbed me a cold-blooded capitalist, so I decided to give in to their demands and issued a notice. [In response to employee feedback and to honor personal time, this year's team-building retreat has been canceled. Instead, a $500 allowance for personal travel will be provided.] The notice stirred up a commotion in the company. Long-time employees gathered at my office door, pleading for the return of the sunny Madiles retreat.