Storage Box Baju

On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend invited me onto a cruise ship heading for the open sea. “Quinn, just endure it. The Godfather loves blonde, blue-eyed beauties like you. “Once you please him, all my gambling debts will be wiped clean!" At the auction, I was locked inside a golden cage. The starting bid was $3 million. Just as despair drove me to bite my tongue, the bulletproof glass of the most mysterious private box on the second floor exploded outward. The mafia godfather stepped through the shattered glass. Shards crunched beneath his feet, and smoke curled from the muzzle of his gun. He looked exactly like my ex-boyfriend from five years ago. Back then, he was a bodyguard I had once slapped in public and kicked to the curb like an abandoned dog. His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my chin, smiling with an icy menace. "Sophia, you're not getting away this time."

Avec ses ennemis dans la Virginie d'avant la guerre civile cherchant toujours sa mort, Esmerelda est forcée de retourner dans le futur quelques jours seulement après le mariage de Lance. Parce qu'il était nécessaire de simuler sa mort pour empêcher ses ennemis de la suivre dans le futur, son nouveau mari, Lance, a été contraint de rester. Il avait placé une boîte magique pour qu'ils puissent communiquer jusqu'à ce qu'il trouve un moyen d'être en toute sécurité avec elle sous le plancher de la maison. Maintenant, elle doit le trouver. Une tâche plus facile à dire qu'à faire ! « The Magic Box » est le deuxième tome de la passionnante série de détectives d'Esmerelda

"Mommy, you have to be the first person to come pick me up, okay?" These are my daughter Dorothy Grant's final words to me when she walked me out of the house this morning. But when I stand at the kindergarten's entrance with a box of Dorothy's favorite strawberry shortcake in my hands, the security guard just stares at me as though I lost my mind. "Ma'am, this place might be where Sunflower Kindergarten is located, but it has already closed its doors for three years. This place is now a retirement home." I rush into the "kindergarten" instantly. The spot where the slide used to be is now replaced by a row of flowerbeds. The room that used to be the classroom now hosts a bunch of elderly people, who bask in the sunlight. With trembling hands, I call my husband, Chester Grant, on the phone. He sounds very exasperated and exhausted over the phone. "Honey, we've been married for five years, and we choose to be childless. You've never given birth before."

Aria Kingsley had been kissed before. But never like this. Not against the cold wall of her father’s mansion. Not by the one man sworn to guard her body, not steal it. Aria has been raised like a jewel in a glass box—perfect, untouchable, and suffocated by her father’s power. When a threat against her life surfaces, Damon Cross, a brooding ex-special forces soldier with scars he doesn’t talk about, is hired as her personal bodyguard. Aria hates his rules. Damon hates her defiance. But the more they clash, the hotter the tension burns. Every stolen glance, every forbidden touch threatens to destroy the walls between them. Yet Damon’s past is as dangerous as Aria’s future. Enemies close in, secrets unravel, and passion becomes a risk neither can afford. In a world where loyalty can be bought and betrayal is inevitable, one question remains— Can Aria survive falling in love with the one man she was never meant to have?

Sated from their passionate deed, Jonathan Sheffield rises and gently scoops the worn-out Eloise Carter into his arms. He cleans her in the bathroom, carries her back to bed, and lets her settle in. Normally, Eloise will have fallen asleep by now. But she won't allow herself to doze off tonight, not before she takes out the birthday present she's carefully prepared for Jonathan. Jonathan is making a phone call out on the balcony when Eloise quietly takes out the present she has hidden. It's a red velvet box, containing the ring she plans to give him when she proposes. She inches closer to the balcony and is about to speak when she freezes. A shocked, male voice rings out from the other end of Jonathan's phone, which he's casually left on the balcony ledge. "What the hell? You must be out of your mind, Jonathan! You're planning to take Eloise's heart and give it to Sonia?"

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed inside and told the officer on duty that the killings weren't random—that the murderer was coming for me. They looked at me like I'd lost my mind. Then my husband arrived in a hurry and took me away. But the moment we reached our front door, a heavy hammer smashed into the back of my head. Through the blinding pain, I forced my eyes open, but I never saw who killed me. Now, staring at the grave expression on the news anchor's face, agony surged through every inch of my body. Rebirth isn't a reset. The damage accumulates—and sooner or later, it will torture me to death. Without hesitation, I walked into the kitchen and set a pot of oil to heat. And I waited… for the moment the lock began to turn.

Mom was a top student at a prestigious school and had always been determined to be the best at everything. She demanded that I learn to walk by seven months, speak fluently by eighteen months, and master all addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division by the age of three. I did all of it. Yet Mom still felt it wasn’t enough. However, when my younger brother, Liam, didn’t speak until he was five, Mom clapped and cheered when he finally did, celebrating his “late-blooming brilliance”. I didn’t think anything of it. Until one day, I was wearing headphones, memorizing Spanish words, and accidentally let the sound leak out, scaring Liam. He clutched his chest and cried, saying his heart hurt. Mom’s eyes turned red as she stormed over and slapped me. Then she grabbed my ear, twisting it a full 360 degrees with all her strength. The pain in my ear was so intense that I lost all feeling, and the fear made me nauseous to the point of vomiting. Still, Mom forced the headphones back on, cranked the volume to the maximum, and locked me in the storage room to reflect. “How could I give birth to such a terrible child? You’re just jealous of Liam. No matter how much I do for you, you’ll never appreciate it! “Love listening to words, huh? Then listen all you want.” But seven days later, when she opened the door, she completely lost it.

“Relax, Eden. Open the box, hand over the contents, and everyone will be fine.”Even with a mask on, I can tell this robber isn’t your typical criminal. There’s something about him that makes my body respond… that makes me want him to take me instead.***Eden Smith’s normal life as a bank teller is interrupted the day the Golden brothers walk. Dante and Ryder have been watching the bank, and Eden, for weeks. Eden is taken a hostage. When she has a chance to escape, finds she is tired of her abusive boyfriend and normal life. With the Golden brothers, that could all change. All it takes is one look from the brothers for her to find herself doing things she never would’ve dreamed imaginable!Will Eden leave or will the brothers claim her? Eden must decide if she will go back to bank telling or dive into the Golden brothers’ lifestyle luxurious, steamy—but dangerous—lifestyle.Trapped Between the Mafia Brothers is created by Scarlett Rossi, an EGlobal Creative Publishing author.

His magnificently beautiful eyes looked into mine with possessiveness. I exhaled out a shuddered breath, and he grabbed my jaw. “This is not who you are to me, Isabella. And I want more than what we have. Understood?” The dominance in his tone was obvious, while his words sounded like a fantasy I’ve always dreamt of. More than what we have. More than step-brother. ______________________________ I, a 19-year-old girl, had always had a secret crush on someone I shouldn’t have. That’s right—it was none other than Achilles Roman, my stepbrother, who was two years older than me. I had kept my feelings dumped in a Tupperware box for as long as I could remember. But how could I control myself when he himself started making moves on me? And what should I do when I realize that he was nowhere near the Achilles I thought I knew? Read to find out.

Rumah tangga Gita dan Haris tiba-tiba diguncang prahara. Kehadiran Fitri, adik dari Haris, telah membuat Gita sebagai istri menjadi cemburu buta. Bukan tanpa alasan sebenarnya. Haris yang seharusnya bersikap wajar pada sang adik, malah sebaliknya. Lelaki itu lebih memprioritaskan sang adik ketimbang istrinya sendiri. Tak hanya berlaku timpang, Haris dan Fitri dinilai Gita memiliki hubungan yang kelewat 'romantis'. Keduanya kerap tidur bersama dan jalan tanpa kehadiran Gita. Bukan hanya itu saja, saat Gita dan Haris berbelanja pun, yang diingat Haris malah Fitri seorang. Dia tak lupa membelikan adiknya sepotong baju lingerie seksi berwarna merah, warna kesukaan sang adik. Gita gerah. Lingerie adalah barang yang dinilainya 'intim'. Bukan hanya pakaian tidur biasa, melainkan pakaian tidur seorang wanita dewasa yang sama privasinya dengan pakaian dalam. Mengapa Haris sampai membelikan sang adik lingerie segala? Itulah yang Gita permasalahkan. Mereka pun bertengkar hebat gara-gara lingerie merah tersebut. Rumah tangga Gita dan Haris pun nyaris di ambang kehancuran hanya karena Fitri.