Straight Punch

Ruth’s life shatters on Valentine’s Day when she walks in on her boyfriend in bed with her sister . Heartbroken and humiliated she cried so bitterly,Promising never to love again. Months later, billionaire Leonard Williams cold, powerful, and untouchable is drugged at a business gala and wakes beside a stranger with no memory of the night. The scandal threatens to destroy his empire, and his search for the truth leads him straight to Ruth the quiet woman whose name is tangled in the mystery. But as they dig deeper, it becomes clear they were both set up. Someone wants them ruined… or dead. Bound together by danger, suspicion, and a night neither can remember, Ruth and Leonard are forced into a reluctant alliance that quickly becomes something more. Just as the truth begins to surface, Ruth collapses revealing a secret that change everything. She carrying his child.

"As you walk out of that door, walk out of my life as well." I told him as I looked him straight in the eye. All the love was gone. All the good memories faded. In their places were anger, hatred and disgust. He looked at me as if he couldn't believe what I was saying. "I'm sorry, please give me a chance to be a father to Dah-" "Leave!" I said in a dangerously low tone. He didn't deserve to be called a father. He didn't deserve to live at all, you know why? Because he took away everything from me. My virginity, my happiness, my education, my teenage life and my family. Everything. He was a monster and my daughter would never call him daddy.

At twenty-eight, I held the dubious honor of being the last unmarried socialite on New York's Upper East Side. Everyone around me was growing increasingly anxious about my single status. In my previous life, my mother arranged a matchmaking cocktail party, where I was told to choose a husband from ten handpicked elite bachelors. I bribed the event planner to place Mark West's profile at the very top—and as I had hoped, I chose him. After we married, Mark treated me with what seemed like tender affection. He even bought me an oceanfront villa in the Hamptons, making me believe I had finally found true love. But that illusion shattered the day I was nine months pregnant, just hours away from giving birth. Mark drove a scalpel straight into my abdomen—then, right in front of me, hurled our newborn onto the floor. "If you hadn't forced me into this marriage with your family's power, Sofia wouldn't have been heartbroken enough to go drinking and get drugged and assaulted. This… this is what you owe her!" He tossed the scalpel aside, then calmly let his private doctor pin down my blood-soaked body. I fought through excruciating pain for six agonizing hours, until I finally bled to death. Afterward, Mark dumped my corpse into the Hudson River. But for Sofia, he hosted a grand funeral—funded with my money, under my name—and paraded himself to the world as a grieving, devoted widower. Given a second chance at life, I refused to step foot in that cursed matchmaking event. Instead, I went straight to my mother with a demand: marry me to Robert Black—the most ruthless, cold-blooded titan of Wall Street, whose scarred face was feared by all. In the end, stripped of my financial backing, Mark's hedge fund collapsed. He became a disgraced fraudster, spat on by everyone on Wall Street.

Heads up! This story includes mature themes, strong language, and steamy scenes. Readers discretion is advised. Warm lips pressed against the sensitive skin of my neck, just below my ear, sending waves of shock down my spine. “After promising me a hot fuck, you decided to ditch me, huh Clara?” a low, male voice murmured into my hair as his hands slid down, palms flattening against my stomach, pulling me flush against a hard, solid body. I wanted to push him away, probably punch him in the face also but I'm Clara. He thinks I'm her and I have to be her. I took a deep breath, a wide smile on my face as I turned in his arms, finally looking at him. To my surprise, he was handsome, dark hair, strong jawline and I could see the confidence in his eyes. He knew Clara...maybe intimately. "I thought she has Jeremy, does she just fuck around now", I thought. “I got held up, I'm sorry,” I managed, forcing Clara’s sly smile onto my face, praying it looked convincing. “Uh-huh,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t believe me, but he didn’t care. His hand came up, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “You owe me, Clara. Big time.” ****************************************** Jenna has always had the perfect life, Her mate, Damon...the Alpha of the pack who accepted her, a pack that wanted her as their Luna..... Until it was stripped off her on the coronation night. Just minutes to the coronation time, she wakes up in Clara's body (Her mate's sister) Now she's trapped...replaced and forgotten while someone takes her crown, her mate and her position as the Luna of the pack. She must solve that mystery while living Clara's messed up life.

[ Rainbow Series 1 ] MATURE CONTENT! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Celena Rodriguez is a straight woman, lalaki ang ninanais niya at lalaki din ang papakasalan niya. Normal lang siyang babae na wala ng ina pagkamulat niya sa mundo, ang tanging kasama niya lang ay ang kanyang ama at ang kanyang kuya. Atsuki Watanabe is openly gay, lalaki ang gusto at hindi papatol sa babae. Masasabing perpekto ang pamilya niya dahil tanggap siya sa kung sino at ano siya, ang apelyido niya rin ay kilala at masasabing mayaman sa buong bansa. Babaeng gusto ang lalaki at Lalaking gusto rin ang lalaki, magkakaroon ba sila ng kanilang love story?

"You're too fat to be my Luna." Those were the last words Penelope heard from her mate before he rejected her— Before she found him tangled in the arms of her best friend. Broken. Humiliated. Labeled the rejected mate of the Alpha, she ran—straight into the territory of a rival pack, where no one knew her name or her scars. All she wanted was to disappear. To work quietly in the Alpha’s mansion and forget the pain. But then she felt it again. The pull. The bond. Another mate. A second chance. This Alpha is nothing like the first. Dark. Dangerous. Scarred in ways only she can see. But how can she trust fate when the first nearly destroyed her? What if he rejects her too? Because heartbreak once nearly killed her... And this time, it just might.

The entire world froze. Overnight, the city plunged to –40 °F. Yet, in the middle of this frozen apocalypse, my mother, my sister and her son moved into the home I bought for my marriage. Even my own husband took my sister’s side. They threw me out into the freezing cold to scavenge for supplies. I came back frozen half to death, and they had not even saved me a bowl of warm soup. Then, my sister shoved me straight off the fifth-floor landing. In that bitter cold, my body hit the ground and shattered like glass. When I woke again, I found myself back in the week before the apocalypse struck. This time, I resolved to cut them all off. I would make every last one of them pay.

On my wedding day, the first love of my boyfriend appeared and declared she wanted my place at the altar. Sobbing theatrically, she pleaded, "Claire, I’m seriously ill. You have your whole life to be with Evan. Just let me have this wedding." And my boyfriend backed her up without hesitation. "Claire, you’re already pregnant with my child, and we’ve signed the marriage papers. You’ve got everything you need. This wedding? It doesn’t matter." The guests gawked, while I stood there as the punchline of their jokes. But instead of causing a scene, I kept my composure. That same day, I booked an abortion and looked his first love straight in the eye with a smile. "Sure, take the wedding, and take him too. He’s all yours."

Being raised by her grandma has always made her feel abandoned, like she was an orphan. Her rebellious nature was a sign of wanting to be heard, to be seen. She has always been fierce but from the shadows. A girl with a kind heart but not wanting to let anybody in. What happens when the past that shattered her childhood catches up to her? All the nightmares, trauma, and constant anxiety seem to resurface, and it seems like Avethandwa can only find solace in one man: Bangizwe Mboyo. Born to a Zulu woman and a Congolese father, Bangizwe is a troubled soul who seems to fight with his own demons, but for her, he'll fight her demons instead. Will their love be enough to fight against all odds and will it stand straight against all the storms that try hard to divide them?

My best friend, Maya, flew in from Miami for my bachelorette week. My last days of freedom. She insisted on a girls' night in to celebrate, ordering all my favorite takeout. She asked me to hold her mobile phone and wait.Then her phone lit up. A message from some guy. A shirtless pic. Text: I need you tonight. Another photo buzzed through. Sex toys. Bondage gear straight out of a movie. My face burned. My heart hammered against my ribs. I’d just stumbled into her secret life. But the next image made my blood run cold. A close-up of the man's chest. A jagged scar I knew better than my own reflection. It belonged to my fiancé, Luciano Carbone.