The Big Four Novel Novels & Stories

On Christmas Day, my dad gave me a golden apple. My roommates gasped in envy and immediately demanded I treat them to a meal. I smiled and agreed. I told them to head out first and that I'd join them shortly. When I came out of the bathroom, the dorm was empty. Sharon Everton's laptop was still glowing. I walked over to shut it down. That's when a WhatsApp group named 'Anti-Gold Digger Alliance' popped up on the screen. [No wonder she didn't come back last night. Bet she spent the whole night escorting again just to get that golden apple!] [A designer bag the day before, a golden apple today. With how many men she's serving every day, I wonder how wrecked she is down there.] [We have to hit her with a big bill today. Her money's dirty anyway. Spending it for her is basically doing a good deed!] There were four people in the dorm. Three of them were in that group chat. There was no doubt that they were talking about me. The friends I'd treated with genuine kindness all this time turned out to be ungrateful snakes.

Audrey Taylor’s life fell apart when her husband left her for someone else, leaving her to pick up the pieces. But just as she’s about to give up on her dreams, she discovers there’s a chance to fix her injured leg and dance again. The only problem? The doctor who can help now works for a billionaire, Michell Garcia, and getting to him is nearly impossible. When a twist of fate brings her face-to-face with Michell, she’s offered a deal that could change everything. Now, Audrey has to decide—how far is she willing to go to get her life back?

Her silky hair was a mess. Her makeup, ruined. Her dress wrinkled like she slept on it. She was there, but her mind, elsewhere. Her eyes went to me. Her lips curled into a lazy smile. In every step she gave, my heart sank thinking she would fall. “What happened to you? Are you okay?” I rushed towards her. Her face twisted with disgust. “Oh, perfect Bella. The golden girl. Always correct. Always the best.” “What…” “Perfect Bella. Has the best grades. She doesn't have to fight to get into college, colleges fight over her.” “Emma, you are drunk.” “Perfect Bella doesn't drink. She is as pure as water. Saint Bella.” Her eyes glinted. “Perfect Bella doesn't sleep with her best friend's husband.” My body froze as a wave of chill ran through my spine. “What… what are you talking about?” She leaned in, her breath thick with alcohol, “Where do you think Marcus is? Why do you think I can barely walk straight? Is it hard to believe he took me and not you to that bad that was supposed to be yours?” My heart clenched. Tears started forming in my eyes. It didn't take long till they gave up to gravity. He… he didn't. We'd promised this morning. He couldn't. “He wouldn't.” ***** It's been a year, but the scars are still there. My past echoing in my head reminding me of everything that happened since that day. Every time I open my eyes in the morning to see... nothing. “You only get hurt by the ones you love the most.” “You only get betrayed by the ones you trust the most.” What happens when these two misbeliefs collide? ***** I hope I wrote this book good enough to make you feel it. Obrigada.☺️

Diego strolled into his apartment, his heels clinking softly against the marble floor. He tossed his blonde wig on the couch, and his soft fingers propelled forward to count the dollar bills in his hands. “You're out crossdressing again?” His uncle, Roberto, a tall imposing figure with gray streaks on his hair walked into the room. “I might just have the perfect job for you,” Roberto chuckled softly and tossed a gun at Diego. “What?!” Diego's breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed the weight of the mission his uncle proposed. Cross dressing was one thing that Diego did with ease. There was no way he could do what his uncle requested; assassinating the infamous mafia lord of the Rocco empire. He stood in front of a mirror, holding the gun that Roberto had handed to him. There was no way that this soft and delicate hand could pull a trigger. Diego didn't expect that the mafia lord he was set up against was going to be a man who'll make his heart flutter. He tried to resist, bracing himself to complete his mission. But things only got heated when he found himself “entangled in the rival's hold.”

Temptation comes in many forms. The Art of Temptation is a collection of stories that explore attraction, emotion, and the complexity of human desire. Each story offers a unique journey into moments that challenge the heart and stir the soul.

My Harvard scholarship was supposed to be guaranteed until the slots filled up and my backup plan became my only plan: win the debate championship or lose everything. There's just one problem: Diego Castellano. Football star. Serial heartbreaker. The boy who stood by while his cheerleader girlfriend made me the school's favorite punching bag. When he joins my debate team thinking it'll be "easy," I'm forced to choose between my future and my feelings for the one person I shouldn't love.

“I am not your mate, Alpha Janus,” I choke out as he drives me back against the table. His grip tightens. “Then why do you smell like mine?” His voice drops low in my ear, “Why does my wolf chant your name?” The mark on my neck burns, threatening to betray me. My father gave my sister to my fiancé, Alpha Janus, and threw me into a marriage with an old man, so I ran. Only to wake up in a stranger’s arms… marked and mated. Now I’m back in Alpha Janus’ pack as a maid, hiding in plain sight while he hunts for the woman who carries his mark, and my father hunts for me. If either of them finds out who I am, it’s over.

Love is very painful, deceitful yet it is remedy for a torn heart. Isqaar Tarun is such a beautiful girl, who strongly believe in love as the portion for the soul. All her life has always been pain and sorrows, loosing her parents at a tender age, living with a stoic mafia brother who never said a word to her and her frail health made it worse. but love saves Isqaar Tarun, despite the fact that she solemnly hates the mafia for taking away her country's freedom and her brother, she falls for the mafioso prince, her brother's best friend. Ahmed looks like her prince charming, he is kind to her and only her, and of course very good looking. every one wishes to have him but only she has him. And she wants to change him, for the best, however the mafia is all Ahmed has ever had. fate plays a very cunning game to her when she feels she has the world at her feet... Love is just a lie the novel is about the lives of four growing adults. struggling with love, peer pressure, poverty and gang life...

"This is English Version of 'Perjalanan Si Gadis Penyihir Angin' novel". Alisa Garbareva, a Karelian girl who was rescued by nurses from a burning village, has to live her miserable life in an orphanage. Fortunately, she has a loyal friend who accompanies and helps her at all times, her name is Floria Fresilca from the Vitanian. The closeness between the two leads them to a bond of friendship between the two warring ethnics. Unfortunately, their friendship did not go well. The brutal attack of Vitanian witches on the orphanage caused the two to be separated. Eight years have passed. Alisa, who is now attending in Kartovik Girls High School, is living her new life as a student, and is being chanted to become a magical girl who is required to carry out various missions ordered by the school. One of the missions turns out to be successful in bringing her together with her past friend, Floria, who is now the Vitanian magical girl. “What happened to you, Flo?” Alisa's encounter with her past friend leaves a big mystery about what really happened between Karelia and Vitania. Will they be able to solve the mystery and bring peace to their country?

Kizzy sat up and winced as she pulled her large t-shirt off. Breed simply stared at her bare breasts. Her nipples were erect and rosy. “Damn, you are beautiful,” he whispered. "But I don’t want to hurt you.” “You won’t,” she assured him. “Please…I want to know what it would be like to be with a man like you. To be cared for.” Sitting forward, Kizzy pressed her lips to his, cutting off his excuses. Once Breed tasted her, he knew he wouldn’t be refusing her. Born to a small tribe of Cherokee living in the Appalachian Mountains...Breed is a big man. He stands at six foot four and is close to three hundred pounds of pure muscle. He wears his long black hair in a ponytail, hanging halfway down his back. He owns every room he enters and lacks fear of almost any confrontation. His bright green eyes, the only thing he got from his father, were squinting as he looked down into the dingy. A woman lay there... tall and slim, short blonde hair with the tips dyed lime green. Breed shakes his head. What bothers him is the fact that she is covered in bruises and doesn’t seem to be conscious at the moment.