String Of Turtles Bloom

After Mom passed, it was just me and Dad, depending on each other. I’ve always had poor health, and people used to taunt me, calling me a “sickly, doomed child.” He kneeled by my bedside, making a promise. “I swear, I’ll get you the best treatment, no matter what. You’ll never suffer again!” Eventually, he became a powerful CEO, going so far as to buy an entire private villa just so I could recover in peace. However, his assistant assumed I was his mistress.  She came in with a group of security guards and surrounded me. “So, you’re the cripple who’s been seducing Mr. Johnson?” “Let’s see if you can still act high and mighty after I’m done with you!” She kicked over my wheelchair, yanked me by the hair, scratched up my face, and finally cut off my hand. Barely clinging to life, I lay there until Dad came back. She held up my severed hand, presenting it to him. “Mr. Johnson, this was a spy sent by a rival company. I took care of her for you.”

Alexis thought she had it all: a thriving career, a charming husband, and a Pinterest-worthy life. That was before she walked in on Kevin and Stephanie, her cousin sleeping together. Without an ounce of shame, Kevin files for divorce from her and takes her company as his draining all her accounts. Left with nothing but a broken heart and empty savings, she’s forced to start from scratch. Desperate to pay a loan shark and too broke , she lands a cleaning job at the Carter Penthouse. It’s not ideal—but it’s a paycheck. And the perfect place to plot her revenge. There she meets Pierce Carter a cold billionaire and devilishly handsome—and unfortunately, her new boss. He’s arrogant. She’s petty. He’s got issues. She’s got bills. When Pierce makes a ridiculous bet with his best friend that he can last a week without firing her, Alexis sees an opportunity: get fired, walk away with a small fortune. But just when they think they’ve rid themselves of each other, fate has other plans. Pierce needs a wife to claim his inheritance from his late father, and Alexis needs the ultimate revenge: showing up married to a billionaire hotter than Kevin could ever dream of. It’s the perfect solution… until real feelings start to get in the way. A fake marriage is born. The rule is simple: You can look but you can't touch. No love. But who will break it first?

"She was sweet and pretty, so I dated her. Didn't expect she'd take it seriously." "Why did you string her along then?" "For kicks, you know." From high school to college, Caroline Whitley poured her soul into Laurent Holt, believing she had found her forever. The truth was, he was only obsessed with the unspoken rhythm they shared in bed. That night, his arm slung around another woman, his eyes wild with reckless charm. Caroline's world imploded. He had a fiancée all along, while she was just his toy. Now he was bored with her and scheming to get rid of her. The betrayal cut like a knife, but she didn't scream or beg. Instead, she wept, packed her things, and left without saying a word. Months later, she married Roderick Reed. The news struck Laurent like a thunderbolt. When their paths crossed again, his gaze burned. "Why haven't you divorced that loser yet?" Her eyes flashed, cool and cutting. "What's it to you?" "You walked out on me, and now you talk to me like that?" he growled, stepping closer. "Why is he the one who gets to marry you? Why not me?" Caroline blinked. "Seriously?"

“I don’t share what’s mine, Dove,” he warned. “And who said I’m yours?” Even as I was rejecting the notion of 'belonging' to another person, heat stole my body and mind in the predatorial claim, with the dark warning of the stranger's body and eyes. “You,” a dark and still warm grin steals his gorgeous features as every inch of me rose to his hands, silently begging for his continued attention....“You were made for me Dove and I want you to be mine this week..... Forget the cheating ex on a once in a lifetime vacation to the keys..... Ellie has no idea what fate, or her childhood friend have in store. Find out in Part One of DJ and Ellie's Second Chance BDSM Romance.

When I went to buy a new house, all I found was crumpled newspaper where my savings should've been. I almost called the cops—until I found out Tony Jarrett, my own husband, had blown seven years of my hard-earned cash on a shiny new motorcycle. For Pauline Schmidt. His ex. I asked why. He just shrugged. "She's a single mom. Life's tough. This way, she won't have to walk so much." I wanted to scream, but I swallowed it down. Made him at least get an IOU from her. While I was busy sourcing stuff for the factory, a flood warning hit our town. And Tony? Out buying toy cars with Pauline and her kid. Our son was home alone, trying to stay above water. I was back. Like life hit rewind and dropped me into that exact day. The day he gave her the motorcycle. I saw them—laughing, tight, like their own little picture-perfect family. But I didn't cry this time. Didn't beg. Just turned and walked off.

“Poor Alondra, finally falling for someone, yet, he is the one she cannot have.’’ ** “Can a heart be broken when it’s already stopped beating?’’ Seraphina asked, while she stared at the moonlight. “I suppose not.” “Then strive to be so, Alondra. Your love for the Alpha tears you apart. What happens when you finally see him mate with another? Will you break? Or will you finally stop holding your breath…” *************** Raised in a classic Cinderella story, everyone believed Alondra Greene was cursed. With a stepmother who hated her and two step sisters who mistreated her, she couldn’t have it any worse. However, having fallen in love with the only good thing in her life, her best friends, and soon to be Alpha, Weston Pierce, she is just unsure of everything. What happens when Weston is to assume the new role of Alpha and the responsibilities that come with it? Can Alondra caution the fall that comes with being abandoned by him and having to bottle her feelings for him? Does the Alpha feel the same, or is all this just some hopeless story where Cinderella loved the wrong prince?

The Alpha of the Grey Peak pack has been blessed by the Goddess with twins, Moira and Patrick. But as the time nears to name the next Alpha, the fight for who will run the pack pits Alpha against Luna and the twins against each other. Moira's wolf is an Alpha Wolf and they posses all the traits and powers of an Alpha, but the pack's traditions state that Patrick should be the next Alpha. As the Luna pushes to uphold tradition and the Alpha seeks to protect his pack, both young werewolves must grow up, find their mates, and accept the future before them.

"Ten million." He uttered calmly like he was discussing the weather. Bella's steps slowed behind him. He continued with a nonchalant shrug. "Ten million. After six months, you'll walk away with ten million." She took a deep breath, heart pounding as she spun around to face him, speechless. Ten million wasn't just a lot. It was life-changing. Turning, he met her glare, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "All you have to do is be my wife – pretend rather." ________ Arabella Carver always has things under control but finds out she isn't as lucky when everything comes crashing down. She is betrayed by her fiance, on the brink of eviction, and with her mother's life hanging by a thread, she's desperate for help. But as she tries to get the help she needs, only one person is willing to offer and it is none other than Adrian Davidson. The first man to claim her heart only to shatter it like it meant nothing. However, there is a catch to his generosity. He needs a wife to appease his grandmother, and Arabella happens to be her ideal choice so he gives her the papers that bind them. A marriage contract. With little choice and a grudge in her heart, she signs them. Besides, what could go wrong? It is, after all, just a contract. But what happens when old wounds resurface and sparks begin to ignite?

When my husband accompanies his childhood sweetheart to the vet to treat her pet fish, my son accidentally spills his drink on her. My husband watches as his childhood sweetheart's eyes redden. Then, he slaps my son hard and throws a stack of cash at him. "This is your chance to make up for your mistakes. Buy Wendy a dress—make sure it's white!" My son dries his tears while holding onto the money. He roams the streets, searching for a white dress in the middle of the night. When he finally finds one, he ends up getting beaten to death by some drunk hooligans. Even in death, he clutches the bloodied skirt tightly. I burst into tears of despair as I hold onto his body and call my husband over a dozen times. However, he's too busy with his childhood sweetheart's fish. He blocks my number. When he finally calls me back, he sounds icy and angry. "Wendy is still waiting for that dress! Where has the little brat gone to? Can't he even handle such a simple task?"

A comedy of errors, that offers second chances for first love in this BDSM Mafia, Reverse Harem Romance. In that moment of embarrassment, fear and dread, I do the unthinkable…….. I jump into the black clad stranger's arms, and kiss him with all the drama of a soap opera. Yes, I meant it to be for show to avoid my stalker, but .....Let’s just say it’s not all fake when I practically swoon like the well-to-do British lady I’m impersonating. “Renfield tricked me,” I pant, pointing my shaking finger at the obnoxious blonde man, literally crying, this is all so hysterical to him. “Dracula's spell is too powerful. I can't fight it, go! Go find Van Helsing!" How did this happen? Nicky! That’s right, this is all my orphan brother, Roman Nikolai Cross’ fault! Ever since that tweedle twap jerk named me after the bad luck stray cat outside our orphanage, there is no end to the comedy of errors that is my life. I was hoping to avoid the so tragic it’s funny or so funny it’s tragic stigma with my second chance on life, but no such luck with his latest shenanigans.