The Eye Of Minds

There are three things Samara Culkin loves: her father, wearing high heels, and being a detective. But in a world where being a female officer is considered weak, she struggles to find a place where she feels truly belong. Determined to prove The Detective Tag firm that she is worth it, she sets out to solve one of the biggest cases the city of Los Angeles has ever seen. There are three things Clayton Jones likes: his car, detective skills, and the female detective who happens to catch his eye—Samara. As an expert and well-known crime officer, he is given the chance to work with her; a one-time possibility that rarely happens. The only problem is that she hates him. And he does not know why. The Detective Tag is a crime fiction with a twist of romance. Join Samara and Clayton—all the bitterness, dislikes, and romance in between—as they dive into the world of crime cases and murder investigations. Well, maybe a bit of finding love, too.

Chloe pledged her life to the man, who brought her up after her parent's death and became a spy as he wanted. She was ready to bring him anything he wanted without raising a single eyebrow. ***** She was sent to arrest the leader of the Mafia world- Dave, but she didn't expect to collide with her one-night stand, Frank. Frank, is the man she fell in love with at first sight, but her responsibility comes first, she again turned her eye to him. But, what if he turns out the soon-to-be Mafia King and her real target? Frank wants to become the Mafia King, for which he prepared himself for years and Chloe wants to kill the Mafias and ruin their business. He wants her to be his, he will do everything for her. But what if one day, he found her secret? Will he be able to love her again? Will she give up on her loyalty or become the reason for her love's fall?

All Selene Hallow ever wanted was to once again feel the warmth of a home, to be loved and accepted for who she was. As she harbored a talent, many considered a curse. After being passed from one relative to the other when her parents died, she finally ended up with a distant aunt in the town of North Ridge peak. Given a chance to start a new, she wanted to live a normal life, but things turn out for the worst as the town was not at all what she thought it was. Added that her aunt had secrets of her own. Her predicament continued to go awry, as she gets thrust into a turf war stemming for a hundred years already. Along with catching the eye and interest of the leaders of the warring factions. Caught between a fight, she struggles for her life, as fate seems to have once again played a wicked game on her. As she discovers that her lineage is something far from ordinary.

Robert and Steven are both friends. Everyday, they will barrel of laugh to play their game and guitar. Some of the people would consider them; they are both brothers. In the Remark town, there is a new visitor from the other town known as her contemporary name Leah: kind, prepossessing woman, ambitious, and sophisticated as well. Currently, she is staying to her cousin known as her name Menchie. This woman is bashful except to her cousin. In the evening, Steven did not go to Robert’s house due to his new plan; to court Menchie, Leah’s cousin so that he can stay closely with Leah. However, Menchie did not give the nod to her heart because she prefers Steven rather than him. Steven keeps a weather eye on the changing behavior of Robert. One night, Steven sees his cousin who is staying closely with Leah. To that, he thinks to his cousin has bitten on the side on him. Since Robert knows already his knock on the wood to court Leah.

"Why do you hate me so much, Maan" she asked hiccupping, hitting his chest. "I never said that" he said holding her hands. ____________________________________ "So, my Ita, how does it feels to be Mrs. Dutta," he asked holding her from behind while making eye contact in the mirror. "Best feeling in this world, Mr. Dutta" she replied kissing his cheek. ____________________________________ "I BLOODY ASKED YOU TO DO ONE THING BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT!" he shouted slamming the wooden desk with his fists. "I am sorry, sir" she replied with tears welling up in her eyes. ____________________________________ "I will kill that man if I see him near you again" he said dangerously running his index finger from her forehead to neck. "W...why" she asked stammering. "Because you are mine"...

Crystal is the defective wolfless daughter of the Thorne family and thus a disgrace to her family, especially her mother, Luna Cersera. She loves and dotes on her younger sister, Rachel who is the pride of the family and the pack. However when the most notorious and dangerous Alpha Adrian visits their pack uninvited, looking for a mate, none of the blessed girls catch his eye, not even Rachel. For some reason, he chooses Crystal. Crystal is terrified as the stories about Adrian are nothing but dark and horrific. He's known for his bloodthirsty rampages. However, Adrian forces her to accept him or watch him slaughter her pack. Adrian believes she's cursed. Crystal believes he's cursed. But unknown to them, a primordial power lies inside Crystal that is the key to breaking Adrian's curse. Will their resentment towards each other be their end? Or will it be the reason they depend on each other?

Jenny Walsh thought she had built a safe, ordinary life— a loving husband, a sweet son, and a marriage that had survived the terrible past she never liked to revisit. Until her estranged sister suddenly reappears. Anna returns with tears, tragedy, and a dying child—and somehow, everyone expects Jenny to be the good sister. To forgive. To support. To sacrifice her own body and donate bone marrow. But no one sees through Anna’s perfect mask. She didn’t come back to be saved. She came back to take everything— her husband’s attention, her son’s trust, her place in the family. When Jenny hesitates, she becomes the villain. Cold. Selfish. Heartless. Until one day, the man who once promised her forever looks her in the eye and says— “I want an open marriage with your sister.”

The Consigliere—my husband, Sal Barzini—who'd always despised anything soft or weak—suddenly started sleeping with a teddy bear. One button eye missing, filthy as a stray dog, yet he cuddled that beast every night, curled up in silk sheets like a baby returning to the womb. And left me freezing on the edge of the master bedroom. I couldn't stand it anymore. At our son Luca's first-year baptism, I announced I wanted out. Everyone went numb with shock. Sal grabbed a glass of red wine and threw it in my face. "You're jealous of a stuffed animal? Have you lost your fucking mind?" I wiped the wine from my cheek, cold as ice. "You say you want to spend your life with that beast. I'm giving you my blessing."

Jessica came to her senses under the bed of her fiancé and good friend’s, regaining her IQ, and couldn’t go back ever since. The douchebag: “Jessica, prepare a birthday gift to celebrate my dad’s birthday.” “Sorry, now I am the chairman, it is him who should pay tribute!” Jessica’s scum girlfriend: “Jessica, can you let me host the marriage show?” “You said that you haven’t experienced the pure love, so don't even think about it!” Jessica tore off the fake masks of the scumbags’ and turned to a pair of ink eye pupils: “It does feel cool to slap others, but don’t forget what your identity is!” “What identity?" Christian Maddox held her waist lightly, his face without missing a beat: “You should ask the little prince in your belly...”

Fresh from a business trip, my husband swept me into his arms and pulled me toward the bathroom for a passionate shared bath. As our lips met in a dizzying kiss, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye: the toilet lid was down. Seven years ago, after reading an online article claiming that men urinating while standing could splash bacteria onto the seat, he insisted we always keep the lid up for hygiene's sake. In all our years of marriage, it had never been lowered until now. A chill ran through me. The bathroom was pristine, not a stray hair in sight. But then I noticed the shower's water temperature was set five degrees higher than the 98.6°F he always preferred. Men preferred cooler water, and women warmer. In an instant, I realized that Nick Doyle had betrayed me.