Sting Like A Bee Cheat

To everyone else, I'm the wife of Stefano Pace, the man who runs this city's underworld. To others, I am living the kind of luxury every woman in town envies. But what no one knows is that in three days, I'm leaving my husband for good. It started when I took Stefano's car to wash and spotted a black stocking that wasn't mine wedged in the passenger seat cushions. It was balled up and still reeked of sickly sweet perfume. The sight of it was like a knife to the heart. I knew that perfume. It is Isla Torelli's. She's Stefano's underboss, the only woman besides me who's ever taken the passenger seat. My hand trembled as I gripped the stocking, but I kept my cool. I thought back to our wedding seven years ago, when Stefano stood in front of the whole family and vowed, "If I ever betray you, then betray me a hundredfold!" He probably did not think those words would come true.

On the day the SAT results are revealed, the fake heiress, Layla Sanders, colluded with our homeroom teacher, Richard Hoffman, to report me for cheating during the exam. When I stared at both copies of the exam papers that showed the same steps and formulas, I couldn't defend myself at all. In order to preserve Layla's pride, my own parents actually forced me to admit to stealing the exam questions in advance. Then, they had me forcibly admitted into a mental asylum. The Sanders family claimed that I had gone crazy just so they could keep this particular skeleton sealed in the closet. They abandoned me, letting me be tormented endlessly in the asylum. When I finally escaped from the asylum, I died in a car crash that was meticulously staged by Layla. Only on the verge of my death did I finally realize that the so-called "blood is thicker than water" mentality was nothing compared to a tear shed by Layla. The moment I open my eyes again, I've gotten reborn in the exam hall. This time, I choose to submit my exam paper without anything scribbled on it. I'd like to see just how someone with a total of zero points can possibly copy off the so-called top scorer of SAT.

The fate of the world rests in the hands of four dysfunctional teenagers and a bunch of oddball adults. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

My Forbidden Husband I kissed my father’s best friend. It was reckless. Disastrous. And worst of all—he hated it. Damien Luca is eighteen years older, untouchable, and every kind of wrong for me. A man carved from power, wealth, and sin—the kind of man who owns half the world and intimidates the rest of it. I told myself I’d let him go. That the crush, the obsession, the pull between us was over. But fate laughs at me—because now, I’m his wife. A marriage neither of us wanted. A vow neither of us can escape. And a fire we’re both trying—and failing—to resist. He’s forbidden. I’m off-limits. But we can’t stop reaching for the one thing we’re not supposed to touch.

"Deceived by love, killed by trust." Laura's life has been a never-ending battle for survival. Abandoned at birth in an orphanage home, Laura has always craved for that one thing she never thought she would ever have, "A family." So when she was adopted by the Seymour family, she was filled with joy thinking she has found her place in the world. But little did she know she was nothing more than a pawn in their game of power and greed. One that left her with so many emotional And when she thought she had finally found her happily ever after with the love of her life, her world came crashing down when she discovered that her husband and best friend were having an affair right under her nose. The ultimate betrayal led to her tragic demise. "But what happens when death isn't the end? Given a second chance at life, Laura is determined to correct the mistakes of her past and seek revenge against those who wronged her. But as she navigates this new reality, she finds herself caught in a web of love, lies, and deceit.

I had always been in love with Bryson Taylor my best friend. But I knew we could never be because I was the lowest of the ranks and he was an alpha's heir. But by a twisted fate, we ended up being mated and everything seemed perfect, until it wasn't. I was forced to flee from him and the pack. Forced to break the bond that connected us. All for the sake of saving him and everyone I loved. But who will save me? As the weeks fly between us, a bump grows in my belly. I am pregnant for him and I could do nothing but look ahead to the lonely world I'd have to live without him by my side. Until one day, our fates decide to entwine again and we practically stumbled into each other. " He is my son! I have every right to bring him back to my pack where both he and you belong. You're not running away from me this time Emily,"

It was the holiday season, so I took my foster daughter, Megan Delgado, to our mansion for a vacation. However, I found out that the property had been occupied by someone else. The woman who opened the door looked at us with an impatient expression. “What do you want? You’re interrupting my daughter’s birthday party. Are you asking for trouble?” For a moment, I thought I might have the wrong house. That was until I noticed the clothing and jewelry the woman was wearing. Every piece was an exact match with what I kept in my wardrobe here. The timing could not be more telling. Just a week ago, my husband, Richie Delgado, said he was planning a surprise for me and Megan. He asked for the spare key to the mansion. I glanced past her at the crowd of party guests in the living room. “So, you’re saying you’re the lady of the house?” She sized me up and noted my simple outfit. “Who else if not me? You? You’ve ruined my daughter’s party. You’d better beg for her forgiveness now!” she said in a condescending tone. When I did not move, she warned, “My husband will be home any minute now. Do you know who he is? He’s the CEO of Beran Corp! A nobody like you can’t afford to cross him!” They were using my mansion to throw a birthday party for his illegitimate daughter. It was quite the surprise indeed!

~ A psychic with the ability to know your darkest secrets and fate has learnt to be hidden and isolated. Till she meets the one human that is resistant to her will and for a split moment she finds peace and maybe love alongside a broken heart. ~ A ruthless billionaire has everything he desires, in the day time. But in the night, when he dreams of a goddess, he is left lost and empty. He hires an escort to soothe his loneliness but for a CEO that always gets what he desires, he is caught up in his own mind games and what he wants drifts from what he truly desires. ~•~Excerpt: "Tell me, when I fuck you, how loud will you scream?" His breathe brushed her throbbing neck, she was tempted to touch him. "As loud as you wish sir." He groaned in irritation. "I have seen the fire in your eyes, why hide it now?" Idris glared through her soul then he chuckled almost like a pleased predator, "have you ever been to the opera?" "Yes." Her pussy was burning and soaked, her nipples were impatient and her lips desired what he offered, but Joanna hid her arousal quite well, her eyes challenged his and her shoulders stood proud. "That's how loud I'll make you beg." In between his scorching promise, he made a delicious journey with his fingers passed her short gown and her lace pants into her damp folds, slowly and seductively, drawing a starved moan from her lips. "No need to hide darling I can smell your need and no matter how much obstacle you create, I'll own you. Every inch of you." Then he added another digit, deeper and drove her wild.

A week before my bonding ceremony, my younger sister traveled from a distant pack to be my maid of honor. While she was trying on her dress, the phone she had left outside suddenly rang. “Florence, can you answer that for me? I can’t get it right now.” I picked it up, and a male werewolf’s voice came through the line. “Baby, I bought you a gorgeous lingerie set. Tonight is going to be amazing.” I didn’t make a sound. A cold chill sliced straight through me. That voice belonged to none other than my mate-to-be, Dylan Conner.

I'm reincarnated a week before the college entrance exam. Despite being the soon-to-be top scorer, I stab my eye with a syringe. In my past life, Marianne Quentin, my boyfriend Lance Russell's childhood friend, reported me for cheating off her during the final mock exam. The teacher compared our papers and found that my essay was identical to hers. He harshly criticized me and warned me not to repeat my mistake. However, Marianne reported me for copying her answers again during the math exam. Once again, my answers were found to be identical to hers. The teacher scolded me for being incorrigible and sent me home to reflect on my actions. I couldn't understand what had happened. Clearly, I'd never cheated, but my answers were nearly identical to Marianne's, whether in writing and language or in math. As the SAT exam loomed over me, I could only suppress my doubts as I stepped into the exam hall. I finished the writing paper and thought I was safe. However, Marianne stepped out and accused me of cheating again. I tried to defend myself, yet the answers on my paper were identical to hers. In the end, I was disqualified, kicked out of the exam hall, and banned from taking any exams in the next two years—just because I "cheated". I succumbed to despair and leaped from the rooftop. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to one week before the SAT.