Novel & Cerita Springlock Suit Blueprint

One second, I was getting completely soaked by the rain, and the next… nothing. It was still pouring all around me, but somehow, I was dry. Confused, I looked up—and there he was. A stranger. He stood just behind me, holding an umbrella over us both. Tall, ridiculously good-looking, and wearing an Armani suit that fit like a dream. Like, seriously—who even looks that put together in a storm? And just like that, I was curious. Who was this guy? Read on to uncover the mystery. P.S. This is my first book on here, so if you enjoy it, show me a little love! Thanks for being here.

When she learnt that she is a witch her life turned upside down, yet she never wanted magic to control her life. It all changed once she found out she accidently began casting a spell she needs to complete before her 30th birthday. Now, she can either make her fated one kiss her, or she will die… The problem is, her destined person is immune to magic, which will her uneasy task even more complicated. Find out where the ill fate will lead a beginner witch and a cold man in expensive suit…

After the wedding, Luna realizes she married a monster. By morning, her mother and stepfather were killed, and their assets now belonged to her husband. In her attempt to escape him, she falls into a never ending sea, and just when Luna believes her life is over, her estranged stepbrother, a long-lost prodigy, arrives to rescue her. He gives her a new identity as the billionaire heiress Calla Rose, offering her a chance at a fresh start. But all Luna wants is revenge, and so does Calla Rose, the new identity she inhabits. Using the identity of Calla Rose, she sets out to ruin the members of the Rose family who killed Calla and to take down her ex-husband and everyone who conspired against her family. But while Luna is planning vengeance, her stepbrother, Aiden is hiding secrets darker than his suit and his love for her may be far more dangerous than her enemies His one-sided love for his stepsister might be the end of not just his life but everyone who dared come close to her. Will Luna be able to achieve the revenge she desperately needs? Will Calla’s spirit rest in peace knowing Luna was going to get her justice? And what happens when Luna stops thinking of Aiden as just astepbrother, will she give love a chance? - You love a little forbidden romance? a one sided love which turns to obsession or the male lead with secrets darker than his suit? then Luna and Aiden will give you all that and more.

(MASSIVE MATURE CONTENT AHEAD) 18+ 18+ Jamie Flock is not only controlling but also an unsupportive husband. He leaves Stella Graham to turn to her limited options in order to raise money for her sister’s surgery. Her job isn’t exactly something she’s proud of. But she has no other choices. Her life takes a turn when opportunity presents itself in the form of a rich, mysterious client. It would be the start of her promising career, a spicy journey of lust and romance and betrayals. From a strip club to the CEO’s lair filled with Sin, Seduction and Corporate games. “The Devil Wears A Suit, And A Smile”

After an accident leaves her wanted by the police, Sarah Santiago does everything she can to avoid getting arrested. Desperate to make ends meet and pay for her grandma's hospital bills, Sarah takes on two jobs: by day, she's 'Sam,' a male driver for the ridiculously handsome billionaire CEO Grey Sullivan; By night, she sheds her suit for stilettos as a stripper. Can she keep up the charade without falling for the charming billionaire? And what happens when he discovers her true identity? Will he sue her for lying or love her for who she really is? Dive into this hilarious, heartwarming romance to find out.

For snacking in the office during overtime, I was fined 600,000 dollars by my manager! She was extremely furious as she pointed at me. “Taylor, don’t be so arrogant just because you’ve secured a deal! “You should be working in the office. Go home if you want to eat! “You’re violating company rules. No snacking during working hours! You should be punished since you’re aware of that rule! “You won’t be getting the 600,000-dollar commission from this deal!” I looked at her and said indifferently, “Suit yourself.” Then, I decided to slack. She could not stand it.

The day before our wedding, I received an expensive suit from my wife. Not long after, her young lover called me, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. My bad for mixing up your size. Please… please don't blame Sylvie." On the other end, I could hear Sylvie soothing him gently, patiently, until he calmed down. I stared at the plane ticket in my hand—a one-way trip out of the country—and calmly asked her for a divorce. Then, as if I no longer mattered, she left me with a single, cold sentence. "Just don't regret it."

"Sign it." His voice was cold, sharp as steel. "Wait-there must be a mistake." "Sign the damn papers," he said, his voice low and razor-edged. I swallowed hard. My father's threats echoed in my mind: If you don't, you'll never see your son again. And I signed. Elizabeth Harper was never meant to marry him. He was danger dressed in a tailored suit, wealth wrapped in silence, power masked by cold blue eyes. A mistake, one signature in the wrong room, and now she's tied to Christian Reed, the ruthless billionaire known for destroying empires... including his own bloodline. She was supposed to be invisible, Obedient and disposable.

On our wedding day, my fiancée humiliated me in front of everyone. She postponed the ceremony, not for an emergency, but to throw a lavish wedding for her childhood friend's pet hamster. Dressed in my tailored suit, I got shoved off the stage and was laughed at by everyone. My mom couldn't take the humiliation. Her heart gave out, and no ambulance could save her. Days after we buried her, my fiancée reappeared, demanding that I donate a kidney to that friend. The surgery nearly killed me, leaving me broken and betrayed. It prompted me to end things with her. She spiraled into regret, tormenting herself to win me back.

My cold-blooded Mafia boss, Don Cassius, tore my painting to shreds. Right in front of everyone. I needed to vent. I texted a picture of my legs in fishnets to my dark web sugar daddy. [Wanna be stepped on by your Mistress? Stroke it for me. Now.] I looked up. Cassius—usually an untouchable iceberg in a bespoke suit—swallowed hard. His ears flushed a dark red. Curious, I sneaked a peek at his phone. My photo. My filthy command. Both flashing on his screen. Holy shit. Ice shot through my veins. My stupid fucking thumb slipped... and hit the video call button.