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A woman is taught to be invisible, not to raise her head too high lest she hits her husband's jaw. Dusk descends and Kamsi's orientation is changed. The thought and hope of giving life to a new being could change anyone. Kamsi, a woman in love, realizes that even love is not enough; The institution of marriage needs a lot more. Her story is just one voice amongst other women who are married to loving, overprotective and dominating men. It had been easy to believe one could get a blanket when cold hit but what about a time when the heart turns cold? How warm could love be at dusk?

I slaved away for my husband and son. But what did I get in return? Cold shoulders, cutting words, and distance. Then one day, my husband suggested a “fake divorce” so my stepsister could adopt a child. Fine. Fake divorce it is. Except… if it’s just fake, why are the two of them heating up the sheets behind my back? Then, Fake divorce just turned real. My ex-husband thought I’d beg to come back. My stepsister thought I’d envy her for stealing my husband and son. They both thought I’d shatter. Wrong. I’ve got my career, my revenge, and oh—did I mention? I’m dating a drop-dead gorgeous man who actually knows my worth. And suddenly, life tasted sweeter than I ever imagined.

Kenneth Parker, my childhood friend—and the person I've secretly had a crush on—isn't into men. In the end, I find myself wandering into one of those shops out of sheer loneliness and buying myself a toy. That night, just as I'm about to follow the instructions to use it, someone suddenly opens the bedroom door. Kenneth stands in the doorway, his face frozen in complete and utter shock as he stares at me. Blushing furiously, I try to pull the blanket and cover myself, but Kenneth rushes in and takes the toy from my hand. He says, "It's alright, Xavier. I'll show you how to use it."

What is the enchantment that occurs when word and image unite? Once art and poetry collided, there is enormous potential for creating something special —a masterpiece.

Marcus Navarro's public image was finally going to be fixed. With his upcoming nuptials to Angelique Mackena, everything was in place but when Angelique abruptly ends their engagement, Marcus finds himself in need of a miracle. And a miracle he receives, his publicist comes up with a solution which includes Marcus marrying his daughter, Diana St Germaine. Except Diana is anything but a miracle. Marrying her will fix up his public image but his personal life is turned up side down by the cheeky and bratty Diana St Germaine.

Note this book is a two in one book of both werewolf Romance and billionaire romance. From chapter 23 ends the werewolf Romance and jumps into the billionaire romance. I promise that you would love the billionaire romance well " I reject you, Alpha Simon," I pulled out my head from the blanket I hid it in" I can't accept that choice of yours" He gave a crazy laugh, exclaiming with his harsh words that got me like a dagger stabbed into my chest. ****** Anger, and fighting for my right was all she wanted as a werewolf belonging to the Omega pack. She rejected him and got a better one. " I love you," I said at the top of the mountain happily.

Dane was devastated after she saw her boyfriend and bestfriend sharing a kiss. Wanting to forget, she went to the bar and drowned herself in drunkenness. Due to intoxication, Dane doesn't know what happened that night. When she woke up the next morning, she was naked. And only a blanket was covering her entire body. A month later, only then did she realize the mistake she had made. She is expecting a child. But... who is the father? That caused her to look for the father of the child she was carrying. She was caught off guard only to find out that the man who caused her to become pregnant was an infamous actor in the country. Will Dane tell the man the truth? Or will she keep it from him?

I was the top engineer at the National Deep-Sea Research Center, and the only person in the world with experience in deep-sea rescue. When my sister’s submarine malfunctioned and was stranded ten thousand meters below the surface, I hung up on her distress call. Then I calmly walked into a police station and turned myself in for leaking classified research. A few minutes later, my father called. His voice was frantic and furious. “Your sister is missing. Where the hell are you? I’m ordering you to get to the site immediately and save her, or you won’t see a cent of the family inheritance!” I calmly pulled the blanket over my head and said into the phone, “I don’t have time, and you’re interrupting my sleep.”

Young Elise of the Von Schillers was sent to Giancarlo so he can mentor her secretly. A cynic to love, she manages to draw him in with her innocent charm and cheeky wit, and it is seriously impairing his duties. ELISE SOLER is dreading the day she must face the world as a Von Schiller. But so far she's been distracted by her over-protective and uber-hot mentor, Giancarlo, who is sweetly serious about his responsibilities that it’s driving her nuts. She's never believed the nasty rumors about his connection to a secret and exclusive club that caters to the darkest secrets of tortured souls because, under his blanket of protection, she's never felt more safe. But when he himself confesses about The Secret Sins Club, she has to step back and see with unbiased eyes the real man lurking behind the beautiful mask ...

I was the top engineer at the National Deep-Sea Institute—and the only person in the world with real deep-sea rescue experience. When my younger brother's submarine went down and he called for help from 35,000 feet below, I hung up on him. Then, calm and unhurried, I went straight to the police station and turned myself in for leaking classified research data. A few minutes later, my father called, furious. "Your brother's life is hanging by a thread—where the hell are you?! I demand you to get to the site and save him right now, or you won't see a single penny of the family fortune!" I pulled the blanket over myself and said into the phone, perfectly composed, "Busy. Don't bother me—I'm trying to sleep."