Short Story Romance

Callahan Hastings is relentless when it comes to getting what he wants, and what he wants is me–to be his private chef in the Hamptons for the summer. My dream job served to me on a silver platter by one of the wealthiest members of Pembroke Hills Country Club. The only catch? He’s my ex-boyfriend’s older brother with a reputation for being as charming as he is cunning. But Cal doesn’t take no for an answer. He draws you in with flirty smiles and extravagant promises. I should have seen him coming, but I didn’t. I should have stayed away, but I couldn’t. His playful touches and burning gaze have ignited a fire in me. The more I resist him, the more irresistible he becomes. I've always known there's an expiration date on the job–an expiration date on us. But leaving isn't going to be easy with Cal on his knees, begging me to stay...

It started all when she delivered the letter to someone mistakenly who happened that time has a crazy stalker, and the worst part is she got accused of being the one who is sending him a bunch of marriage contract proposals...

"Camille had only been heading to her grandma’s house because Gran couldn’t figure out her cable again, but she stumbles across the city’s notorious graffiti artist along the way. And now that she knows who the face behind the spray paint can is, she can’t seem to listen to her friends’ sage advice and follow the safe path, leaving well enough alone. She’s determined to coax Black Crimson into agreeing to an exclusive interview so she can become the famous newspaper journalist she’s always wanted to be. But in this contemporary twist to the Little Red Riding Hood fable, our red-headed heroine learns just how dangerous talking to strangers can be...to her heart. "

Skye Emerson has spent most of her high school years invisible, until a chance encounter lands her in the path of Knox Callahan, Stonebridge High’s golden boy and captain of the hockey team. Cold, cocky, and impossibly popular, Knox lives for the rink and hates distractions. But when Skye accidentally ruins his shot at a scholarship tryout, she becomes his biggest problem and his unexpected obsession. Forced to work together on a school fundraiser, their rivalry spirals into tension, secrets, and stolen glances. But Knox has something to prove to everyone, and Skye has scars no one sees. He’s chasing the NHL. She’s trying to survive senior year. Falling in love was never part of the plan. In a world where reputation means everything, can two broken hearts survive the pressure or will their love shatter on the ice? Find out in Iced Hearts and Halftime Kisses.

When ambitious journalist Quinn lands the scoop of a lifetime - an exclusive with the reclusive billionaire Lachlan McIntyre - she never imagines it will lead her into the eye of a storm... both literally and figuratively. Trapped on Lachlan's private island by a raging typhoon, Quinn finds herself drawn into the orbit of this magnetic older man. As the wind howls outside, Lachlan's carefully constructed walls begin to crumble, revealing dark secrets that could destroy everything he's built. With each passing day, the heat between them intensifies. Quinn knows she should keep things professional, but how can she resist when Lachlan looks at her like she's the answer to every question he's ever had? As Lachlan opens up, sharing his deepest thoughts and desires, Quinn realizes she's stumbled upon the story of a lifetime. But at what cost? The longer she stays, the harder it becomes to decide whether her feelings or career or more important. When the clouds finally part, Quinn faces an impossible choice: pursue the truth that could make her career, or protect the man who's captured her heart? Will Quinn choose ambition or love? Can Lachlan let her go once she knows it all?

Synopsis "I thought, you won't show up until Zacahria doesn't agree to marry you? Oh, come on Silvia, are you really that desperate?" "Sorry? I think you mistook for someone, excuse me?" "I'm not kidding, so stop pretending you don't know me." " We are tired of your games Silvia." "For the second time, I am not Silvia! So don't ever call me that name again!" she said before turning her back on it and hurriedly leaving that place. Since she went back to the Philippines with his father, she could not sleep and was not able to rest . Because that named Silvia always interrupts her wherever she goes, she is always mistaken for Silvia. And who is that Silvia? Is that really how they look alike? Whoever that woman she's interested to know. When Zacahria saw her, he kidnapped the girl and took her to an island. Zacahria forces her to stop pretending and hiding from her parents because even if she did it over and over again he will not marry her. Olivia was hurt by what she heard so she continued the plan of pretending to be Silvia. And days passed she did enjoying his company. Olivia saw how much he cared for her and she didn't know that she had almost forgotten that she wasn't the woman he was looking for. She enjoyed being Silvia a lot and even more and when she found out that Zacahria was already in love with her she felt jealous for Silvia and felt pity for herself. But she has to put an end to that stupidity. She can't pretend for the rest of her life because she knew in herself that the day will come the real silvia will return.

If we psychologically damage an individual beyond repair, what will be the consequence of it? We all have a limit to the amount of mental and psychological stress we can take. Once the stress exceeds the limit, we’ll reach our breaking point. What happens after that is a mystery no one can solve, or is it? Lydia Johnson faces a similar situation. She is a complex young woman who faces a downfall stemming from the mental and physical abuse of her father and siblings, the negligence of her mother, and a chilling secret. From abused to loved, to abused again--that’s how life is for Lydia. Her family taught her only one lesson: emotions are for the weak and the weak don’t have a place in this world. With each kill, Lydia atones for the loss of her innocence by getting rid of another emotion and also rids the world of someone undeserving of her love and forgiveness. What lengths will she go to, for revenge, and prove her resilience? Will she ever be able to live her life like a normal person again? Or will she continue killing everyone until her own death?

Laila, a girl sleeping alone is haunted by a voice. A dark, manipulative voice of a man. That voice petrifies the girl in her sleep. As if the voice were touching her in a place no one touched before. Blaze deVile is a werewolf under his mask. He works as a lecture, just to make his intention of a certain girl can go smoothly. Blaze deVile being a devil himself haunts the life of a human girl, called Laila.

“Valerie.” My head snapped up at the sound of my name. The Alpha was standing by the sofa, unbuttoning the neck of his coat. “Come,” he said. “We don’t have much time.” Much time? For what? A chill moved up my arms. I wouldn’t dare ask—not that I needed to. I was not an innocent child anymore. All of my training had been for this moment. There was only one reason why werewolves purchased young, human virgins. Sex. I was a slave. A pet. And my master could do whatever he pleased with me. _________ When the war started. They fought. They slaughtered. We were nearly wiped out on the earth. Surviving humans were classified into three categories: free humans, Servants, and Slaves. My name is Valerie Davis. My parents were accused of committing a crime against the creatures in the war. After their execution, I was captured and sent to the cell as a human slave. I lived in that cell for years before I was transported to a Slave Shop, where I would be picked by a Master. It was during the dry season when I was put in the display box. I wasn't afraid like the other girls, because I was unwanted for my weirdness. I was despised for being the criminals’ daughter. I was lucky, as the masters wouldn’t want to lay a finger on me. But then the Alpha came. When he looked at me, he said he want me. ___________________________ Daily Update!

The first time I met Alessio Russo I was eighteen. He’d barged into my room. I yelled. He yelled. We argued. I slammed the door into the jerk’s face. Then I discovered that the drool-worthy prick was my best friend’s oldest brother -- who had connections to Cassio King and the mafia. The freaking mafia! The second time I saw him was at his mother’s funeral. He didn’t seem to recognize me. Or so I thought until we ended up tangled up between the sheets and he referred to our first encounter. The next time we saw each other was at his father’s funeral - the funeral of the very same man that had threatened my life. It turned out Alessio Russo was a gentleman even when he was a savage. We bickered. We kissed. We fought. We made love. He thrilled me and scared me. Still, we slowly started to find a way to each other but before I had a chance to come clean with him, I had to leave the country. Then all hell broke loose.