Sound Desahan

I dropped my car off for maintenance at the service center. When it was finished, I told the staff to put it on the tab of my cousin, who ran the shop. The staff member nodded and started to process it, but then the female manager stepped in. "We don't do tabs here. You've got to pay up now," she said, slapping the bill down right in front of me. Premium Diagnostic Scan: $80,000 Exhaust System Sound Enhancement: $100,000 Engine Harmony Calibration: $100,000 Total: $280,000. I laughed at the absurdity. Since when did my cousin start running a rip-off operation? The manager crossed her arms and gave me a snooty once-over. "Always trying to mooch off Chad. I've seen plenty of broke relatives like you. If you can't swing it, don't act like you can." Unwilling to argue with her, I pulled out my phone and called my cousin. "You have ten minutes to fire the manager, or your shop is finished."

Mia D’Lorne thought heartbreak would kill her but getting hit by a car did the job faster. One second she’s running from the sound of her boyfriend and sister fornicating, the next she’s standing in front of an abandoned bus station in what looks like purgatory. The bus that picks her up looks like a prop in a horror movie and she’s introduced to the world of the Soul Recycle Program. To exist, she has to compete in a twisted afterlife show where the dead fight their way through nightmare worlds for the amusement of unknown and unseen spectators. The rules are simple. Survive or disappear for good. Mia is joined by two strangers who are just as broken as she is. Axel Rivers, who has been dead for almost a century, and Bree DeBois, a control freak paramedic with more guilt than she can carry. Together they try to survive the challenges of the game. As the trio do their best to keep from being erased, they begin to realize the Game is more personal than they imagined.

"How long will you cry over your dead fiancé?"The man came closer to the weeping girl while whispering his venomous words with a dark chuckle.She looked at him with pure rage in her eyes. "Don't you dare to bring his name in your filthy mouth?" "Come on.You can think of my offer now.We can start from where we were left." "Slap" A loud sound echoed. "You murderer, you have killed him." She spoke in between her uneven sobs. "How would you prove that?Your lawyer partner has committed suicide after losing his case."He spoke while rubbing his cheek where she slapped him afew seconds back.Wiping her tears away she spoke with her gritted teeth, "Mr. Madhban, you have seen me fighting with my fiancé so far.Now you would face Advocate Suhani Rane fighting for her fiancé's justice.See you in court."

"Why are you blushing Mia?" I shiver at the sound of his voice, get a grip. "No reason" I squeak, thinking about all the ways he could take me right now in this car. "Why are you crossing your legs so tightly Mia?" his voice low making me squeeze my legs tighter, my lower region on fire. "Ace" I whine, Im not sure why though. "What is it Mia, tell me what you need" ***_*** She was big, curvy and bullied She left running with her tail between her legs Now she's back and out for revenge He left home for his country He was the sweetest But war changed him Now he's full of smirks, covered in tattoos He was her childhood crush, she was like his little sister. They both are in a world of shock seeing how much the other has changed. WARNING Mature themes Mature language Mature contents

Fresh out of Med school, Paris Martinez feels like the sky is her starting point, a perfect time to start chasing her dreams. Her dreams had to come to a halt when her father wants her to take over the family's business after his retirement and work for New York's most eligible bachelor, Dante Melendez. Abandoning a medical degree doesn't sound bizarre as having to work for the arrogant Dante Melendez. Paris would rather be in a theatre than anywhere near Dante but her father's wish has to be obeyed. Paris had a tiny plan, which frustrates Dante to the point of him firing her then she goes back to pursuing her dreams as a surgeon. Everything sounds easy until Dante craves a little plan of his too, frustrating Paris till she accepts he's above her. Maybe beneath all of the hate, there's something weird. Something that feels like passion and smells like love.

“Is there something I can help you find, love?” His rich, smoky, slightly accented voice made it hard for me to concentrate. “I…uh. I…I was w-wondering w-where the c-coffee maker was.” Was that my voice? Since when did I sound like a sultry sex kitten? I slowly looked up. I was met with his intense baby blues and once again my body, the treasonous bitch, reacted to him. It took all I had to swallow and don’t think I missed for one second the way his eyes followed my natural body function. This man was sex incarnate and if I was being forced to cohabitate with him I was going to have to be extra careful. “I don’t drink that shit.” His mouth pulled to the side in his trademark smirk. “Then what’s in that?” I point to his mug. “It’s tea.” He said, trying not to smile. “Close your mouth, love. Unless you want me to put something in it?” He whispered in my ear.

I stared at his bloodshot eyes as panic invaded my heart. “I hate the way you smell…it makes me want to sink my teeth into that pretty neck of yours,” He hissed, walking towards me. He took some strands of my hair, sniffing and slowly biting down on his lower lip. “You drive me insane Bri,” His voice was starting to sound hoarse and deep with need. “I want to do unimaginable things to you, He continued. “Things…what things?” I asked in my naivety. I heard his low chuckle. “Anything you think a man could ever do to you,” He said. *** After being cheated on and rejected by her mate… Brianne, an omega without her wolf who thinks of herself as the ultimate damsel in distress goes into despair and depression. But not for long, as she soon got entwined with Jordyn, Alpha of silver-black pack after an accidental one-night stand. Something unexpected happens between them, leaving the entire pack puzzled and in an unsettled state.

Three years of marriage. One contract. Zero kisses. Lira Hart, rising actress and media sweetheart, has been married to cold, enigmatic billionaire Damian Blackwood for three long, loveless years. Their union was forged not from love, but from a contract signed by their powerful families. While the world envied her last name, Lira knew the truth: he never wanted her. Never touched her. Never looked at her like she mattered. Until the night she asked for a divorce. Suddenly, the man who never cared is showing up on her film sets, making headlines with unexpected kisses, and whispering things that sound dangerously like regret. But Lira’s heart isn’t something she’s willing to gamble anymore, not after three years of being invisible in his world. Can a man who locked his heart away learn how to love the woman who’s already slipping through his fingers? Or is this billionaire three years too late?

You're awake." I froze in fear, turning my head to find the source of the voice. However, all around me, pitch-blackness pressed against me like a suffocating blanket. The man chuckled, the sound instilling even more fear in my heart. Then I heard a snap of fingers, and a bright light came on. Instinctively, I flinched, my eyes watering as they came in contact with the light. I shrank away from it like a terrified animal from the glare of a hunter's torch. I heard footsteps approaching where I was tied to, and slowly, I lifted my head to stare into the eyes of my captive. And the sight of him forced a horrified gasp from my lips. "Alpha Jasper!" I whispered. ******************************** She was betrayed by the once she loved and trusted the most. Sold to a ruthless Alpha, she Accepts the harsh reality of life that no one was bound to be trusted. Facing too many rejections, she was able to overcome the circumstances that surrounded her. However she found love in the arms of the ruthless Alpha that was supposed to be her night mare.

During an elective class, the campus belle, Jemima Ford, who is our senior, describes her ideal type with everyone egging her on. She says, "My future husband has to be at least six feet two inches tall. His parents must be college professors, and his grades should be top three in his major…" The room buzzes with teasing chatter and gossip. At the same time, I snap up my head in surprise. Why does Jemima's description of her ideal type sound like my boyfriend, Elijah Sanders? The next second, the professor standing by the podium smiles obsequiously and says, "Very well said. If Eli hears this, he'll definitely be very happy! Later, the two of you can meet. That way, he won't get tricked by some naive girl into going abroad." Amid the burst of laughter from the class, I lower my eyes and look at the message my parents sent me. It reads, "Sweetheart, are you really going abroad with your boyfriend? There'll be no one left to inherit our company with you gone."