The Design Thinking Playbook

The fifth time we went to the courthouse, James Ceasar and I still weren’t officially married. We had picked a good day for it, but right before it was our turn, he got a call and rushed off in a hurry. With my eyes turning red, I pointed at the screen showing the waiting numbers, trying to stop him. “We're next. It won't take more than ten minutes. We can get it done fast. Once we’re officially married, you can go and deal with whatever’s so urgent. It won’t take long.” James was the CEO of his company, so he had full control over his schedule. That was why I said it like that, not thinking it would be a big deal. However, he just glanced at the screen, handed me the ticket with our number on it, and looked annoyed. “I can marry you anytime,” he said. “But right now, I’ve got something I need to take care of. Don’t make a fuss.”

Selene’s life is shattered when her younger sister announces she’s pregnant—and marrying the very man Selene thought she’d spend the rest of her life with. In her family’s cruel tradition, the elder daughter must marry first, leaving Selene with an ultimatum: find a husband in seven days or be forced to marry an imbecile of their choosing. Desperate and heartbroken, Selene confides in an elderly man at her workplace, who jokingly offers his mysterious grandson as a solution. Thinking it’s just a lighthearted moment, Selene agrees—but the next morning, extravagant gifts start arriving with a serious proposal. With the deadline looming and no sign of her mysterious suitor, Selene fears the worst. But on the seventh day, a sleek luxury car pulls up, and the man she never expected steps out, claiming her as his wife. What began as a desperate joke turns into a marriage she never imagined—one filled with power, secrets, and a man more dangerous and captivating than she ever dreamed.

God forbid black and grey-furred werewolves walked amongst the others. As royals, the King and Queen had fur white as snow. The noblemen, their fur was either silver or gold. The commoner’s fur was red or brown. Then there was me, Deonna, fur as black as coal.Marlon Roessler was the most honored nobleman, master of the Roessler family, and the only one capable of competing with the King himself. He spent his life thinking that dark-furred wolves were uncleansed, uneducated, bottomless creatures. I was a dirtball wolf slave, and I was meant to be repulsed by him. Yet his wolf wouldn’t let him be disgusted; his wolf wanted me, as his MATE.God must want to kill me faster to make me his mate, especially we have sex after a drug accident. But after As the weeks went on, it seemed as though my relationship with Marlon has only grown more intense. He came into my room only to have sex again and agian.A dirty black sex slave. That is what I am.Until he said, he was mesmerized by me.

Ever thought you were different from the world, that no matter how you tried, you just never fit in? That no body would accept the real you? Things felt the same for Ariana Bliss. It never got better after she realized the head agent of her defense academy that everyone answered to was the most annoying schoolmate she could ever come across. ******************************. "It's gonna be like this for a month." He smiled. Punch him. Break his nose or finger, dislocate his leg, shove a book in his mouth, stuff a pen into his nostrils. Ari's mind kept thinking of several possible ways to hurt him. "You don't know how much I wanna hurt you." She mumbled truthfully. "You can't, cos I'm gonna beat you again. Just like earlier today." He smirked. Arrrgh! "Just ignore. I'm just gonna ignore you for the rest of my life. " She said and the teacher walked in.....

WARNING!!! 18+ This book contains explicitly steamy scenes. Read only if you're in for a wild naughty ride. ~~~ "You're wet, Kira," He growled, spanking me harder. Two broad fingers teased me and sunk right into my hot wet cunt. Slowly. Deliciously. "What naughty thoughts have you been thinking, baby girl?" **** Kira Andrews is a good girl. Straight A's, the perfect daughter and soon-to-be-married off to a stranger! Annoyed by her parents for engaging her without her consent, Kira goes on a streak of rebellion. She drafts a list of naughty depraved things she wants to do which somehow gets sent to the mail of the Billionaire hotshot Xavier Barnes. Xavier Barnes is intrigued by Kira and her innocence, eager to claim her- until they discover she is engaged to his baby brother. Kira decides whatever they have has to end. And Xavier? Well, he shows up at her college as her substitute professor, determined to make her his at all costs.

I have my headphones on as I direct flight routes. A pilot named Everett Wright suddenly switches into the voice channel I'm on. Then, he publicly mocks me for being inept in bed. "Hey, Jacob! Your wife said you're practically hopeless in bed and that you're done in just a second! Are you seriously a one-second shooter? Ahahaha!" When the rest of the crew hear Everett's words, they can't stop themselves from laughing too. Thinking that this isn't humiliating enough for me, Everett flicks on a private channel purposefully. I can hear my wife, Charlotte O'Brien, suppressing her moans and pants. "Hurry up, honey! Why did you switch to my husband's channel? Stop messing around and just turn it off already!" Charlotte's voice is tinged with a hint of affection. She doesn't care about whether or not I got humiliated—she just enjoys the thrill of being able to flirt with her lover in public.

A Werewolf's Vow: Mated by the Letter To my dearest stranger, My day has been so tough to the point that I almost wanted to end my life. Wanted to slash my throat with a knife, drink and eat something with poison, or even planned to drown myself. Why was the world so mean to me? Why is my life this miserable? And why can they just leave me alone? I can't take it anymore. I only wanted to live a normal life, away from humiliation, deprivation, and bad luck. So, I'm writing this letter, thinking you might hear me out. Funny, but this is the only way I could express my thoughts. And for the record, this has been my eighth and final letter to send off. And whoever you are, it was nice meeting you. Hopefully, when you get the chance to read this letter, you'd send me something in response. For us to know each other better. I'll be waiting. Love, Joshua Craig.

Soren Voss has spent years keeping his life and desires under control. His sexuality is a secret, one night stands are his favourite routine and the hotel room he reserves is the only place he can be himself. Then Juno Ames walks in looking warm, confident and freshly heartbroken, he sees right through Soren’s walls. One night together changes everything and makes Soren question everything he thought he could control. Family pressure keeps increasing, blind dates are being arranged and Soren could only think of one option, a fake engagement which is supposed to be simple and safe. But Juno isn’t just part of the plan, he’s the one who makes Soren feel things he has never allowed himself to feel and the one person Soren can’t stop thinking about. Pretending to be in love was easy, actually falling for the man who understands him completely? That’s the one thing Soren can’t control.

Brianna Jones sailed through all forms of torture, pain, betrayals, humiliations, and anything that could easily break a regular person. However, what broke the last straw was her parents' attempt to 'accidentally' abort her unborn child. Thinking she finally escaped it all, the omega found herself in the clutches of Jack Nicholas Burkley, an alpha who detests her to no end. Another round of torture awaited her, but this time around, the omega swore not to suffer in silence. *** You're still the same as before, Brianna. You only accept my offer when you need me. When you don't need me anymore, you will throw me away and have an affair with the likes of my father, just like what you did back— ." "I'm like this because I was raped. And don't you dare call me a cheap slut! I may be a lowly omega, but I'm not a slut. I. am. not. cheap. either"

They say nuns are off-limits. I call that a challenge. They say obsession is a sin. I stopped counting sins when blood became my business. She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong. But when I have her whispering confessions against my skin that would make Lucifer himself blush, what does that make her? A firecracker wrapped in a habit. All rosaries and rebellion, thinking she can drive me away with Scripture and that ice-cold stare. Amusing. Her holy water won't wash away what I do to those round tits. She's not a bride of Christ yet. And the harder she prays for salvation, the more determined I am to show her what real worship feels like. They say God answers all prayers. But in my city, prayers come to me first. Her vows or my empire. Heaven or my hell. The choice was never really hers to make. God may forgive me, but she won’t.