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Summer Jones Sparks, well atleast that's what they call her, but is that really her? In a world full of crimes and judgement, Summer grew up in a world where crime is a way to kill time. She joined a mafia at a very young age and killed some of the big time billionaires who are well known all over the world. Summer is known in so many code names, but they know her more as the dreadful Rain. And now, she became one of the most wanted criminal and government's agent and spy are making their move to take down the dreadful Rain.

My husband’s first love had a miscarriage. He insisted that it was my doing and forced me to give my daughter up. “If it weren’t for you, Becky wouldn’t have a miscarriage! You should let her have your baby! You must pay for her pain of losing her baby!” I begged for mercy and resisted him. However, he grabbed my hair and kicked my belly even though I had just delivered my baby. He tied me up and locked me up in the basement for fear that I might run away. But I was dying. He even made a nice excuse. “You’re petty and jealous. You harmed Becky too. Since you feel no remorse, I’ll punish you and lock you up in the basement to reflect on your mistakes!” Seven days later, his first love found the baby too noisy and got annoyed by the baby. Suddenly, he thought of me. “Let her have the baby. And see if she’s behaving herself.” Little did he know that I was rotting in the basement with maggots eating away at my body.

The maid's daughter, who grew up in my home, had the nerve to act like an heiress. On her birthday, she invited every kid from school for a full-on rager at my family's villa. When I suggested they take it to a hotel, she lost it. "You don't get to tell me what to do! My friends can party wherever they want!" She added, "The ten-layer cake my parents ordered for me is on the way. Why don't you park yourself by the door and wait for it, huh?" Her crew circled up, laughing and pointing at me. But I'd lived through this before. Nothing about her little act rattled me. I turned to the butler and told him to lock the gate. Then, I went to Rambo's cage. "Hey, buddy," I said, opening it up. "See those trespassers?" I pointed at the crowd. "I'm counting to three. If they're still here, don't let a single one get away."

Amelia Montgomery is one of Rosewood High's cheerleaders along with her best friend Stella Hayes. Her and Stella have been friends ever since kindergarten when Amelia fell off the monkey bars and Stella helped her up afterwards. Stella has a brother named Easton Hayes and he has always teased Amelia since she was seven. They both agreed that they thought he was a heartless prick who treats girls like rubbish. One Friday night Amelia decided to go to a party. At the party Amelia ends up slipping and falling into her worst enemies lap, but what makes the situation worse is the fact that some drunk dude accidentally stumbles into her causing her to slide forward and lock lips with none other than Easton Hayes. Oh how Amelia's life couldn't be anymore ruined. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I lean in so that our noses are touching which causes us to close our eyes as our breaths become more harsher. "I can't stand being friends with you. Everytime I see you all I want to do is push you against a wall and kiss you" he whispers out which makes me smile a little "So, what are you going to do about it?" I ask him teasingly with a breathless voice "This" he says before he connects our lips which makes me reach up and place my hands on his cheeks.

Synopsis Eric Wenner, a mafia lord, most wanted criminal, son of the druggie, and popular loan shark, a real definition of hot, was caught in the act. There are four witnesses against him and his father willing to testify in the court. The only way out is to eliminate them. He succeeded in killing the first witness. The plan was to kill the other three but on getting they've been killed. The killer left a sign which his worker playfully left on the first victim. All finger points at Amelia, Eric's assistant, his newfound lover. Things got tougher when his assistant died after calling her twin sister and giving her the wrong information about what might probably kill her. Fiona sets to avenge her sister's death when love sets in. The question is who really killed the witnesses? While trying to find the mystery of their deaths, they unraveled a lots of secrets. Who's behind their deaths and why? Will Fiona avenge her sister's death ? Join us as we solve this interesting mystery. With everyone having the mafia code in mind, kill or get killed.

Three hundred years ago, the vampires took over the world, they became the ones in charge, they pushed the humans down and classified them into colours. My name is Katie, I'm code blue, also known as a little, I'm a vampire now, I've been here since the beginning, I saw my friends getting picked and chose, but I stayed behind. Everyone got their doms, everyone got their happy ending, everyone but me...well, I wasn't alone either, but I didn't have everything I dreamt about. In the world of dom and little, what happened after the takeover? What about the ones who weren't as lucky at first? How long did it take for everyone to find their place.

Eliana, an orphan at Safe Haven Orphanage, escaped for a good reason: to relieve Headmistress Rosie of her burden. However, her life began to change when she entered the dark, frightening mansion with a living beast, Caleb, an Alpha who chose to lock himself due to the death of his Luna. Would their lives be altered once they discovered that reincarnation had occurred?

An androgynous detective punished by the law will find himself trapped in the hands of a possessive criminal. ***** Bright, an arrogant detective with a beautiful face, starts to live a hellish life after his sister's mysterious abduction. His desperation for money brings him to a terrible nightmare he can never escape from. He is sentenced to two years in prison where the criminals he put there himself is currently lock up. He instantly becomes the new prey of the hungry predators. Cole, a notorious criminal who mysteriously turned himself to authorities, hears about his "favorite" detective's imprisonment. He immediately offers protection to the poor detective on one condition. Bright will be his slave. Will the haughty detective accept the devil's offer? or he will just let himself suffer for two years and hope to make it out alive?

“You have to seduce him, kiss him, fuck him, and do whatever you can to get the code from him without him knowing your true intentions. Or risk jail terms.” After making a mistake in her last operation, Charlotta Garcia Peréz was forced to work as a personal secretary to Bruce Moore, the CEO of LOTEX Group in Los Angeles. Charlotta was on a mission to get a code from Bruce to validate a transaction that had gone wrong in her last mission. She has no idea that Bruce Moore was not the type of man that most people would want to work for. He was demanding, ruthless, and incredibly particular about every aspect of his business. He had a reputation for being a tyrant, and one wrong move could cost your job, and even worse, your reputation. The thought of going against Bruce's wishes was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine. But Charlotta was determined to find a way to get the code from him no matter what it took. Will she succeed? Or will her growing feelings for Bruce Moore make the whole MISSION IMPOSSIBLE?

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.