Slammed

After our class reunion, my best friend naturally expected me to play chauffeur and drive everyone home. I agreed. However, halfway down the road, a limited-edition luxury car slammed into the back of my car. The owner, who claimed to be a wealthy businessman from overseas, waved off the idea of filing an insurance claim. He said the crash was fate, and with a grand gesture, handed the luxury car over to me on the spot. From that day on, I drove the million-dollar luxury car every day, until jealousy consumed my best friend. She secretly sabotaged my car, and it ended with my death in a fiery wreck. My boyfriend turned on me, insisting I had simply fallen asleep at the wheel. My parents, unable to bear the shock, both died of heart attacks. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the reunion.

I was in the office bathroom stall when I heard them trash-talking me. The intern I'd trained for three months whined, "She's a heartless witch—like a robot with zero brain cells." I was about to swing the door open when another voice jumped in, laughing. "Documents incomplete." "Receipts don't match." "No signature? Denied." "Seriously, we've all memorized the freaking rulebot's script!" Once they were gone, I headed back to my desk. The intern stormed in and slammed a fat stack of reimbursement forms in front of me. "Don't go on another power trip and block everyone's claims." I skimmed the obviously fake receipts. Normally, I'd tear into her. But this time, I just smiled. "My head's killing me. Can't read the fine print."

My mom, a wealthy philanthropist who donated millions, only allowed me to spend a single dollar on each meal. Even the cheapest dish at school costs two bucks. To survive, I had no choice but to eat my classmate’s leftovers every day. When Mom found out, she didn’t show any sympathy. In fact, she came to school and, in front of all the students, slammed a plate onto my head. “Pathetic little thing! I’m not stopping you from eating, so why are you begging? “The school meals are expensive? Then why don’t you work hard and save up?” Out of anger, I took Mom to court. If I won, she would go to prison for abusing me. If I lost, I would be executed completely. I was confident… Who would’ve thought Mom would win?

He slammed her back against the closed door making her grit her teeth as she glared at him. “Camellia,” his voice was dripping with controlled fury yet that endearment rolled off his tongue in a raspy growl. “I don’t like other men touching you,” he grumbled, grabbing her jaw, his fingers firmly pressing into her cheeks as he made her hazel eyes look into his dark greys. “I’m not yours,” she said with gathered-up bravado though his intimidating presence made her feel so timid. He leaned closer as her eyes fell on the camellia flower that was inked on his neck. His hot breath tickled her lips as his intense stare lingered on her lips. “You’re mine, Camellia. Mine!” With a low growl, he crashed his lips on hers. DARK ROMANCE!

At dinner, my wife's little brother Darren shot me a nasty look. "Other guys hook their wife's brother up with houses and cars. Mine won't shut up about covering a lousy twenty grand. "Wade Watson, transfer your house to me today, or I swear, I'll make my sister divorce you." My hand stalled mid-serve as I placed food on my pregnant wife's plate. That house was all my parents left me. Best school district in the city. Worth over three hundred grand. I looked at Vanessa, waiting for her to back me up. For the baby. She slammed an abortion appointment slip onto the table. "It's because I married a useless guy like you that my brother still isn't married. Wade, you get one choice—the baby or the house."

A typical teenage romance novel. Where the girl falls in love with the jock. But the only difference in this one is that the girl falls in love with her brother. "Why does what I do matter so much to you?" I asked curiously. He slammed his hand against the car behind me as he caged me in. He looked down at me with a scowl on his face, his tall frame hovering over me. "Because I care about you." He said loudly and his minty breath hit my nostrils causing me to gulp. I've never been this close to him before. Since the first day that he met her, he was attracted to her. But he had to keep his feelings a secret, for the sake of their family. She can't fall in love with him. So he needs to show her the worst parts of himself, because maybe then she'll hate him. BOOKS 1 & 2.

The last time I argued with my husband, he slammed the door on me and left. I was so upset that I died from a heart attack. Meanwhile, he took his lover and her son traveling to take his mind off things. The entire time, our daughter, who was just a child, was abandoned at home for seven days with my corpse. At last, when Eliott remembered me and my daughter, he returned home to see my corpse. Having fallen sick, my daughter was all skin and bones. When Eliott realized his mistake, he hugged our daughter tightly and broke down crying in front of my grave. My daughter pulled away from him and hid behind my gravestone. She hissed sharply at him, “Who do you think you are? Don't disturb Mommy’s rest!”

Desperation can make you walk straight into the arms of the one who broke you. Elara Hayes had lost everything — her father dead, her mother and brother lying in hospital beds, and the debts closing in. So when every door slammed shut, she went searching for the one place she swore she’d never return to, her ex, Lucien Voss. Billionaire. CEO of Voss Holdings. The man who once loved her… and the son of the man her father destroyed. Lucien offers her a lifeline — a contract marriage that could save her family. But under the diamonds and signatures lies something darker. He doesn’t just want her back. He wants revenge. Old wounds reopen. Secrets resurface. A forbidden affair. A death that wasn’t an accident. And a love twisted by betrayal and blood. Because in Lucien’s world, every deal has a price — and the fine print of the heart is always written in pain.

"Eve, what exactly are you up to." Ethan held her chin, staring into her eyes. "Have you developed a new way to achieve your divorce goal?" "Who said I wanted a divorce?" Eve flashed him her sweetest smile. "You're my darling husband, and my only goal is to make you happy." Ethan looked as if he was about to have a heart attack. The driver lost control and the car almost slammed into the gates. *** In her past life, Evelyn was doted on and admired by her husband, Ethan Anderson. But her foul temper and her desire to be with another man made her destroy her marriage. After that, she fell into a great misery when she discovered that her closest friends were her biggest enemies. It was too late, and she had to carry the regret to her grave. When she gets a second chance in life, Will she have the opportunity to redeem herself?

"Remember who the fucking Alpha is here!" Reinhardt roared as he rose to his feet, every muscle tightening. His scarlet eyes flared, reflecting across the room as his fangs pushed through his gums. "I am your elder brother. And remember the goal," he growled, dangerous and trembling with fury. Bertolt turned, his own eyes now glowing yellow. He stepped forward, fearless. "Hmmn. A selfish, ego‑driven bastard who will use anyone, sacrifice anyone, to achieve that goal? That’s who you want me to remember?" he snarled. "If you won’t kill Lisa, I will. Or is that the problem? Are you in love? Or just using her too?" Reinhardt snapped. His fist slammed into Bertolt with a thunderous crack, sending him crashing through the hospital wall and reducing it to rubble. "You fucking bastard!" Reinhardt roared. "You know how much pain I endure for this family, and you dare call me selfish?"