Novel & Cerita Shes Not That Cute

Marcello believed his life is perfect, he got a perfect job, a perfect wife, perfect house. What more could he ask for? Marc knew he had gotten everything good in life, Little did he know this was just the beginning of his mystery, an exodus of his his life shattering into tiny pieces. His only mistake was that he had come home early, too early.

Just because I post one picture with my younger brother, Lucas Gambino, his girlfriend Betty Gotti decides I'm the other woman. She rolls up to my place with her crew, live‑streaming the whole thing while they tear it apart. "Look at this puttana trying to steal my man!" Betty shouts to the camera. "She's got the face to flirt, but not the spine to admit it! Give me ideas, chat—I'll teach her some respect." Those psychos destroyed everything. My jewelry, my designer clothes, my bags… they didn't spare a thing. Not even the ring my parents left me. Then, with the viewers egging her on, Betty crossed the line. She had her girls strip me bare on stream. Her chat was going wild, donations pouring in—until my brother saw it. When Lucas kicked in the door to pull me out, I looked at him through eyes that burned. "Dump the girlfriend," I told him. "Or you can forget about ever being the Don."

"You have to remember one thing, I'll never let go of someone who stole something from me, and you're so sassy stealing my kiss. Naomi ... I think you in trouble right now." (*) Starting from a mistake one night, leading Naomi to an affair scandal with an American businessman who was her ice skating club sponsor. Then, after learning that the man was betrothed by his parents and planning to get married soon, Naomi realizes her relationship with Enrico is no longer just a sex partner. Enrico can't undo his matchmaking with Eve because he doesn't want to disappoint his parents, but he also doesn't want to lose Naomi. The woman he recently realized was someone he loved. When Naomi finally decides to leave his life on his wedding day with Eve, how does their story end?

Alexander Davis, a popular singer in Las Vegas. Member if KAM BOYS, A popular music band. He has everything he want. Money, look, killer body, women flocking around him and rich parent. He's life was perfectly fine until one day an anonymous rumour was spread about him being a gay. One thing Alex despises is love and ladies. He believes lady should be dump and replace ASAP. One thing which make him hate ladies was is ex girlfriend. He caught his ex girlfriend cheating on him with his cousin which caused him heartbreak. After surviving a ghastly car accident. He was assigned a personal nurse who looked after him. Stacey Jones, a twenty three year nurse. Grow up in an orphanage after losing her parent in a fire explosion. Her life was perfect until she was assigned as the person nurse of Alexander Davis. The duo swear to make each other life unbearable and a living hell. Things become worst for Alex when his ex girlfriend came back claiming she love him and she's not ready to give up for they love

Blurb: All Zelda has ever wanted is to be happy and spend the rest of her life with her soulmate. But what she doesn't know is that her parents had arranged to marry her off to the ruthless Alpha Kent, since that was the only way to stop him from attacking their pack.

Abby and her twin brother, Adam were once normal teenagers with normal teenage issues until the day they clocked 18 and turned into something they never knew existed. Werewolves. After that day, they were avoided and abandoned by everyone they loved, everyone they called their family and friends. Their lives were in danger, so they ran. They faced a lot of problems and threats during their journey to accept themselves and they also found true love and friendship along the way. But now, they're back in town and are going to give all the assholes who left them a run for their money. Revenge has never been served this cold before...

"You don't have to like me Leila, but I sure as hell won't let you hate me" I pause, glaring at him. "What choice do I have?" His eyes crawl down my body, making the feeling I've fought to bury bubble to the top. "The only one's that's available" he Whispered against my ear. "Because I've no intention of letting you go" Werewolves exist. Human Slave Rogue. Whichever you choose, their all the same in the werewolf realm. When things take a turn for the worst, Grayson's eyes are turned on me, the little frail human that he orders to lift her skirt but won't ever will. No one refuses his order, but I'm not a possession or anyone's whore. How persistent can one man be? Especially when there's nothing that points to rewriting the stars of fate.

Fated But Not Destined Synopsis According to the mates, they are fated mates that are destined for each other. But according to their packs and parents They are just a mere fated mates that are not destined for each other and can never be together. “He is not your destined mate!!!.” “He is just a normal fated mate that the moon goddess punished you with that you can reject anytime. “But I don’t want to reject him.” “You must reject him!!!” “Why should I reject him!!!?” “Because he is a Lycan, Lycans and Werewolves are sworn enermies!! IT IS AN ABOMINATION FOR A LYCAN AND A WEREWOLF TO BE TOGETHER.

After getting into an accident, I pretend to be an amnesiac to pull a prank on my husband and son. "Who are you guys?" I ask. A hint of delight flickers in my son's eyes. He pulls a woman waiting outside the hospital ward inside and says, "My parents and I came to visit you, ma'am." My husband watches all of this happen without saying a word. He doesn't correct our son.

I cradled Chloe’s newborn, filled with joy and affection. The baby was not blood of mine, yet as Chloe’s best friend, I would love and protect the little one with everything I had. "Sweet boy," I whispered, gently tapping the tip of his nose. "I'm your godmother. No one would ever hurt you." The hospital room was washed in golden afternoon light. Adrian stood by the window in a dark overcoat, his profile sharp against the glass. He looked exactly like the man the whole industry knew: controlled, elegant, untouchable. Hollywood's golden producer. My newlywed husband. Then he said, in a voice as flat as if he were discussing a contract, "He's not your godson. He's my son." For a second, I thought I had misheard him. Maybe I was just exhausted from the wedding, from the endless calls and fittings and congratulations. I almost laughed. But Adrian turned around. A cruel little smile curved his lips. "The child is mine," he said again. My arms tightened around the baby. "The night you got hurt," he went on, "I was with Chloe the whole night. We went through an entire box... apparently this little guy still found a way to arrive." I couldn't move. It felt as if ice water had been poured down my throat. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. After a long silence, I finally managed to whisper, "But... we only registered our marriage yesterday." Adrian walked over and put an arm around my shoulders, almost gently. His tone was soft, but it carried the kind of condescension people used with a child throwing a tantrum. "Don't worry. Chloe and I were never going to get married. If I had wanted to marry her, I would have done it years ago." He paused, and something almost pleased flashed in his eyes. "Didn't Chloe ever tell you? We had a history. I was her first."