Seed Apple

On the day of my seventh wedding anniversary, my husband's lover gave my son a pet cat. My pregnancy made me allergic to cat fur, and rashes appeared all over my body. Sensing that it might lead to a miscarriage, I told my son to return the cat. "I'm keeping it!" my five-year-old son, Zachary, protested. He pushed me and said, "I hate having you as my mom! I want Aunt Lynn to be my mom!" My husband, Quinton Locke, tore into me. "Why did you have to develop an allergy now, out of all times? Is your jealousy blinding you to the point where you won't even consider your son 's feelings? You're being unreasonable!" He carried Zachary up and left with the cat. They had eschewed me in favor of Lynn Shelbert, Quinton's lover and the 'apple of his eye'. I collapsed on the ground, watching as blood began to soak my pants. At that moment, I knew I had suffered a miscarriage. I felt an unimaginable pain while I was in the hospital. My husband and son went traveling with Lynn, resembling a happy family of three. Lynn sent me a message. [Do you know why Quinton married you even though he's hopelessly in love with me? Well, I wanted a son and a daughter, but I didn't want to bear the risks that come with pregnancy. It's a shame you had a miscarriage.] Despair engulfed me that very instant. I hired a lawyer to prepare the divorce papers and took a flight back to my hometown. My sole wish was to never see Quinton and Zachary again.

She opened the door, and when she stepped inside, someone else closed it behind her. She jolted. Her head spun in shock to see him standing there. Her nerves felt jittery. He couldn’t possibly kill her now, could he? “W-what do you want?” Anna stuttered. The usual smirk wasn’t on his lips as he glared at her. “One thing I hate is when things don’t go as I planned. Silly little loopholes,” he said, pushing away from the doorframe. Her heart rippled when he took a step toward her. He was tall and large—she felt like a little girl compared to him. “I will scream,” Anna breathed, cold sweat rolling down her back. He held her chin. His hold was gentle as he caressed her jawline. Anna shivered. Then his lips tilted into a smirk—not enigmatic like the ones she had usually seen. This one was… sinister. One that told her he didn’t have good plans for her. “Careful there. We wouldn’t want you ending up with a broken spinal cord now, do we?” His large palm flew to her throat, his thumb gently caressing it. Tears brimmed in her eyes. “What do you want?” Her voice came out as a low whisper. “Your body,” he deadpanned. “As manure for my apple tree.” After being thrown to the wolves by her own father, Annalisa must make the ultimate choice—follow her heart or destroy the man she’s come to love.

BLURB "Anthony! You promised my dad you'd stay with me forever! You owe your life to him because you have his kidney, and now you're hooking up with my best friend?" I yelled, feeling like my heart was being ripped apart. "Ashley! You're my best friend! How could you do this?" I shouted, seething with anger. My mouth dropped open in shock and I glared at Ashley, trying to wrap my head around why my best friend, a hardcore feminist was having sex with my husband. She was supposed to be helping me fix my marriage, not sleeping with him! *********** Selina Roberts painfully witnessed the end of her marriage on their third-anniversary celebration when her husband issued her a divorce letter. Due to their forced alliance by their parents, she had always known his feelings for her weren’t true, but she continued regardless, hoping that one day he would love her. Selina asked her best friend to help talk some sense into her husband to save her marriage, but the tables turned when she caught them having sex instead. Completely shattered and betrayed, Selina agreed to the divorce bearing a pregnancy her husband knew nothing about. Unfortunately, amidst the turmoil in her heart, she met with an accident that almost claimed the life of her unborn baby. Left without family or friends, what will become her fate? Will she accept Anthony when he comes back to claim the seed he knew nothing about?

*Excerpt* My gaze met Sergio's. He didn't look away. I couldn't look away either. It felt like there was an invisible magnet pulling us towards each other. He looked away, breaking us from the trance. "Are you sure you're okay, Nicole?" "Come inside." He shook his head. "I was worried, and—" "Come inside, let's talk." He shook his head again, unyieldingly. "We're already talking." "Are you scared?" I asked in a challenging voice, my gazed fixed on him. "What are you so scared of?" "Nicole..." "To answer your question, no, Sergio, I'm not okay." "What's bothering you?" The vulnerability in his eyes towards me was palpable. It was my chance to act. I couldn't afford to waste it. "You," I replied, my gaze still boring into his. "And your fiancee. I couldn't bear watching you together." Sergio swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I was jealous, Sergio." • *Blurb* In a turn of events, Juliana bears witness to the brutal murder of her father—a sight she never thought she'd witness. Amidst the turmoil, she finds out she's their next target, but somehow, she manages to evade them. Determined to seek closure and justice for what happened to her father, Juliana takes on a new identity as Nicole and embarks on a quest for vengeance against the masterminds. With a heart hardened by grief, she takes on the journey. A journey that would test her limits and push her to do unthinkable things. Will she succeed? Follow her on this journey as she confronts the demon of her past.

Sold like a circus animal. Collared, forced into misery and self-hatred. With a single blow, she hopes to change her life, only to find herself trapped again. Ocean has no idea what freedom means, but she desires nothing more than a taste of it. The secrets hidden from her will unfold before her eyes, no one can escape the truth. ~~~ The book excerpt: "Here, I have a key to your heart," I left the key in my palm, metal, and skin together. I stumbled upon the ancient artwork in the locker rooms. It caught my attention because it resembles a dagger, so I took it and waited for the perfect opportunity. "Silly girl, that is not the key to my heart. Pathetic attempt." Vladimir growls in disgust. If I'm lucky, I'll be free by the end of the night. Taking the first step toward my destruction, I grin and move my hips in time with the slow music in the background. Vladimir swallows, his Adam's apple bobbles in his throat. The vampire's eyes focus on the crook of my neck as I stop directly in front of him. I place my palm on his chest, guide my fingertips down to his abdominal muscles, a corner of my lip twitches in disgust. When he closes his eyes, I take the opportunity to plunge the key directly into his heart, smiling as his eyes shoot open and he looks down at me in horror. "Are you still convinced I don't have the key to your heart?" I ask, grab him by the collar, and pull him closer. My lips nearly touch his ear as I whisper, "It fits."

OUT of boredom, Apple thought of sketching a teddy bear on the blank side of a contract in front of her, without her realizing that it was actually a contract and her sketch would be counted as her signature. Nakasaad ditong kailangan n'yang samahan si Dravour Ichigo Forestier, isang sikat na modelo, sa loob ng isang taon, hindi lamang upang maging alila nito kundi upang paibigin ito bago matapos ang kontrata. Sa kabilang banda, kontrata ang naisip na paraan ni Dravour upang makahanap ng babaeng ihaharap sa kaniyang ina. Ito ay bilang pagtutol niya sa kagustuhan nitong ipakasal siya sa kaniyang kababatang si Shantall na hindi naman niya mahal. Ang kaibigang sina Hiro at Kio ang tumutulong sa kan'ya sa paghahanap ng babae, at kapag hindi n'ya ito nagugustuhan ay s'ya na mismo ang tumatapos sa kontrata. Bagama't mas'yadong isip-bata at 'weird' ang dalaga ay hindi kaagad tinapos ni Dravour ang kasunduan kahit na malaya siyang gawin iyon sa simula pa lamang. Hindi n'ya rin magawang ipakita sa babae ang kaniyang tunay at itinatagong kondisyon dahil sa takot — takot na iwan din s'ya nito katulad ng ginawa ng mga naunang babaeng kaniya ring pinaperma. Sa kabila ng mga balakid at problemang idinulot ng kontratang iyon, pipiliin pa rin ba nila na ipagpatuloy ito? O sila na rin mismo ang kaagad na tatapos dito?

Adan Cheriton, a middle aged young billionaire and the owner of Cheriton Bordello and a sex addict, whose past led to his present falls in love with a young divorceé, Yamileth Weston. Their love lie gets entangled as one of the girls whom Adan had sex with in his past claims to be pregnant for him and threatens him to marry her. Yamileth is broken hearted as she can't stand seeing her husband's seed growing in another woman's womb. She is aware of the past life of her husband. He used to have sex every morning with his employees in his brothel room. They come to an agreement to give this girl a large sum of money that can take care of her and her unborn child for the rest of their lives but she refuses. Every woman didn't want his money alone but also his sex toy and body. Adan is great in bed and this lady can't lose out on him so she rejects the money, wanting to be his wife. Yamileth loses a baby to Adan before and has issues with conception again. Adan is stuck between accepting this woman because of her child but loves his wife and can't do that. What will Adan do? Will he leave his wife for another woman because he has a son with her or will he make her his second wife? Adan wakes up after a three months in the hospital only to fund out that he has a doppelganger taking his place on earth. What will Adan do when he finds out he has a doppelganger? What will happen to his marriage with Yamileth? Find out what happens next in this interesting novel full of erotic romance, suspense, betrayal, lies and deceit.

" Karen!" He screamed, kneeing beside her, " Karen! No please don't let me" he added as fake tear pour down his face. Karen stared at him with her eyes wide open, struggling with the pain, "You've always been stubborn, what made you think I will divorce you?. Of course, the clan would ask me questions but this plan was brilliant right, you die, they mourn you and we all move on." " Yo.....u're an an... im... al" she stuttered " No no, this was just the only way to get rid of you, you falling mixed with the poison will make sure you never survive" he said Karen struggled but the pain was too much and the darkness was calling her so strongly. " Is she dead?" asked a feminine voice, Karen Digwe a 20 year old young lady, who had a crush on the most popular boy in school, Allen Robert. next alpha of the clan, which made him the apple of every girl’s eyes, they all wanted to be the lucky one. Ever since high school Karen had often received letters from her secret admirer who always signed it with Ar, which at first she thought was Allen, maybe he had a crush on her too and didn't want her to know but her suspicions were wrong when the person sent her a letter warning her not to get married to Allen Robert. But she didn't listen, after a year of marriage, Karen is killed by her very own husband. Also finding out he had a mistress all this time. Karen thinking everything was over as she embraced the darkness of death, only to wake up 2 year before her marriage to Allen. Will she take revenge or forgive him? What other secrets does Allen hold? Find Out In The Luna's Pain.

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.

It’s Monday and my first day of my new school. I drive my car around to where everyone else is parked, so I find myself a parking spot. Then I find the front office and go in and get my schedule. My first class is math, so I walk into the room and I’m the first one in there so I walk up to the teacher and hand him my paper to sign that I have to take back to the front office this afternoon. “Hello Miss. Billie Green I’m Mrs. Smart. It’s very nice to meet you.” The math teacher says, then sings the paper. You can go find yourself a set. I would try to find one in the front on the left-hand side. The kids pretty much already have the back full.” She tells me, and really it’s okay. I kinda like the front anyway. I make my way to a seat that looks vacant and sit down. Kids start piling in about five minutes later. And walking to their seats, there’s a tiny little girl that comes and seats down behind me. She introduces herself as Shaylee Apple. “Hello Shaylee Apple I’m Billie Green.” I tell her and hold my hand out to shake hers. I turn back around in my seat about the same time as a tall guy that has dirty blonde hair cut into spikes all over, ash gray eyes, so gray I can see the color all the way in my seat. He’s wearing a tight fitted gray shirt, and blue jeans. He has a very handsome face, but then he looks at me and instantly I see hatred in his eyes. What the heck, he doesn’t even know me. .