The Flight Attendant

Every Christmas Eve in Port Saint Giovanni, the Camerlano family hosts the Claiming Rite at Saint Giovanni Manor. Twelve girls stand in a line. Whoever receives the white-gold signet pin becomes the heir’s publicly acknowledged bride candidate. I am Grace Sorrento, the bastard daughter of the Sorrento family. If I do not receive that signet tonight, by sunrise I will be put on a plane to Chicago and married off to a Rizzo, a man rumored to have killed two former fiancées. Adrian Camerlano, the boy I grew up with, swore to me in blood three days ago that the signet would be mine. But when the moment came, his hand turned. With a smile, he pinned it on Lucia, the orphan his family had sponsored. Then he leaned close to my ear. "Let Lucia have her moment. No one has ever really looked at her before. Don’t worry. This is my estate. No one will dare arrange your marriage without my say." I grabbed his sleeve, but he removed my fingers one by one. "Lucia has no roots and no last name. Tonight is all she has. But you are a Sorrento. Even without the signet, no one will touch you." That phrase, no last name, drew every gaze in the ballroom toward me, full of pity and quiet mockery. The next morning, I boarded a flight to Chicago. When Adrian heard, he made one call to Port Saint Giovanni Air Control. "Ground every plane. Nothing leaves today!"

Seven years into my marriage to Sebastian, we had our first child. On Logan's first birthday party, one of the old friends Sebastian had known since prep school rattled a little velvet cup of dice in Logan's face and laughed. "Come on, Mrs. Forsythe, humor us. Let the birthday boy roll. A game. For old times' sake." Logan giggled and slapped at the cup. "If he rolls a six," the groomsman went on, grinning sideways at Sebastian, "Sebastian goes and picks Serena up from the airport tonight. Deal?" The moment I heard her name, my blood went cold. I turned to Sebastian. He'd been keeping in touch with her behind my back. All this time. He caught my eyes. He covered my shaking fingers with his and frowned slightly. "Don't be jealous over nothing. We're all friends. It's just a ride from the airport." And then, without quite meaning to, he nodded. Permission given. Logan laughed and opened his little fist. The dice clattered across the linen. A six. "That's fate!" someone whooped. "Serena's flight lands in two hours. You'll make it!" The room erupted. Glasses up. Backs slapped. Sebastian surrounded. His face softened and he turned and went for the door. Watching his back disappear through that door, I didn't do what I used to do. This seven-year bet of mine — I had lost it, completely.

Jackson Dalton, my roommate, was a deeply disturbed voyeur. His greatest hobby in life was spying on me. Back in school, he stole my underwear. After we started working, he set his sights on sleeping with the woman I loved, Caitlin Watson. Because we were close, he constantly crossed the line, making crude, sexual remarks about Caitlin, who was a flight attendant. "Those legs are insane. Wonder what it’d feel like to have them on my shoulders." Every time he ran his mouth, Caitlin would throw water in his face and curse him out. "Stay the hell away from me, you freak." For my sake, she never called the police on him, but every time he acted up, she made sure to humiliate him in public. The night I successfully proposed, I bought a new house. Jackson showed up with a full set of appliances as an apology gift. Wearing her diamond ring, Caitlin leaned into my arms, smiling like she was the happiest woman alive. All my friends said I was lucky to have such a beautiful and loyal fiancee, who even put my worst friend in his place. Until I got up in the middle of the night for a drink. I noticed the guest room door was slightly open. When I pushed it open, I saw Caitlin wearing a collar and being led on a leash while crawling on the ground.

On the day of my wedding, my fiance, Oliver Parker, asks me to take off my wedding gown. He wants to let his childhood friend, Angela Summers, be the bride instead. In helplessness, he tries to explain, "Angela has leukemia. Her dying wish is to be a bride and have a wedding. Once I've fulfilled her wish, I'll marry you." Everyone seems to think I'll just go along with it and wait for him to come back and marry me. After all, I've spent three years preparing for this wedding. I've poured my heart into every detail and devoted so much time to making it perfect. However, while Oliver and Angela celebrate their wedding that night, I gave my biological parents a call to tell them I'm coming to be with them. I board a red-eye flight out of Stonevale, leaving everything behind without looking back. … Three years later, I flew back to Stonevale with my husband, Daniel Holden, to attend the anniversary celebration of the Holden Group's Stonevale branch. However, I never expected to run into Oliver at the airport. "You've been gone for three years. Isn't that enough time to let things go? Angela's leukemia is cured, and we're divorced now. Come back to me. Let's finally have our wedding. Don't be so stubborn anymore!"

Abigail is a human, whom dreamt about having a fairy tale life, she didn’t want a man in her life, she hated men, she didn’t want to be the type that was tie down by a man, neither did she believe in love. All she wanted was a child, she wanted to be a single mother. Damian is a werewolf, a species he was force to become, after his encounter with a mysterious werewolf, he was ruthless but loving, every full moon he was forced to turn into a wolf, not having control of what he do or people he kills. All he wanted was to live a human life and fall in love. They were two different species, a human and a werewolf. Abigail went to a bar in search of a man to have a one night stand with, she wanted a man to get her pregnant, so she could be the single mother she always wanted to be. As faith could have it, she bumped into Damian, and both of them had a one nightstand, unknown to her, that the person she had a one night stand with wasn’t a human, but a werewolf. When she found out she was pregnant, she took a flight and left the country. What will happen when she finds out that the child growing in her womb isn’t human? What will happen when faith brings two of them (Abigail and Damian) back together? Find out by reading….

Aqua Lannister believed in loving wholeheartedly, and she showered her affections on her mate, giving him everything—her heart, her trust, her body, even her unborn child. She sacrificed her future to help him achieve his dreams, providing him with support, dedication, and funding. Yet what did she get in return? Cold-hearted betrayal. Aqua comes home to find her mate and fiancé in the arms of her stepmother. Everything she believed in unraveled before her eyes, and one fall down a flight of stairs stole the life of her baby, leaving Aqua alone, broken, and bleeding. But the worst had yet to come. To add salt to her wounds, Aqua comes to know that her mate never loved her, and everything they had shared was just a calculated revenge plan. One that was born from a grudge against her late mother, whose past has left shadows that reach into Aqua’s life. Disowned by the father she once trusted, poisoned by her stepmother, and hunted by enemies she doesn’t yet understand, Aqua is left with nothing but her pain and fury. So what happens when a mysterious masked biker steps into her life, offering to help her back to her feet? As Aqua is thrown into a world where deception thrives and bikes roar louder than the truth, will she risk trusting again, or let the past define her forever?

After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom. The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all. Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers. "Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?" Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions. "Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?" When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look down, I notice a strand of dried yellow hair being entangled in the collar. The moment the steam dissipates, I see two pairs of intertwining handprints on the bathroom's glass door. I never thought that my home would grow this popular during my one-week trip away from home. I've been married to Carlos for three years, and yet this is my first time finding out that he's actually this wild in bed. So, I secretly text my father, the Don of the Carozza family. "Dad, Carlos has cheated on me. Does the bet we made three years ago still count?"

(La vengeance, la renaissance, la traversée, l’ex-homme regrette et demande sans cesse le pardon)Julie a perdu la vie le jour de son anniversaire de mariage avec Roland. Après huit années de mariage avec cet homme, elle avait consacré la majeure partie de sa vie à des compromis pour le bien de son époux, mais son existence a finalement basculé dans la misère, culminant avec son éviction au moyen de contrats de divorce. À la suite de la séparation, un diagnostic impitoyable de cancer en phase terminale est tombé, la condamnant à languir dans un hôpital, attendant une dernière visite de Roland.C’était le jour de la Saint-Valentin, et la neige abondante. L’homme n’était toujours pas venu. Regrettant profondément, elle se répétait : « Roland... si je pouvais tout recommencer, mon cœur ne te serait plus jamais encombré. »Mais quand elle s’est réveillée, elle s’est retrouvée à l’âge de dix-huit ans ! Elle avait juré de ne plus jamais répéter les erreurs du passé cette fois et avait fui frénétiquement tout ce qui était associé à l’homme qui l’avait blessée profondément. Cependant, alors qu’elle cherchait à s’éloigner de Roland, l’homme s’approchait dangereusement. Sa voix résonnant tel un chant de sirène démoniaque dans le couloir : « Julie, épouse-moi, je t’aime... Ne me quitte pas… »

My residential area suddenly catches on fire, and the twins my husband had with his first wife are trapped in the room. This time, I call 911 without hesitation. After informing my husband of the fire, I don't stop him from leaving. In my past life, when the fire broke out, my husband was about to leave on a vacation with his ex-wife and true love. The trip was to a deserted island—it was to make up for past regrets. I ripped his flight ticket to shreds, stopping him from leaving the house. We successfully saved the kids. After the fire, my husband hurried to the island. However, he learned his ex-wife was declared missing after being taken away by a strong wave. He was calm and composed after returning, even being extra caring to me. Three months later, I discovered I was pregnant. I wanted to surprise him, but my vision went blurry. I collapsed on the floor while twitching violently. He stood aside and watched me coldly. Then, he placed a photo of his ex-wife before me. "You've gotten your wish, Caroline. Are you happy now that you've killed Sasha? You can accompany her now! No, you don't deserve that. An evil woman like you only deserves to go to the underworld!" I breathe my last breath as my vision clears, allowing me to see the frostiness in his eyes. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day the fire broke out.

"Despite your protests look at you now." He smirked bending down and placing a kiss on my neck. "In the end you easily succumbed to me without any protest." "I don't want to die." I responded as he continued to trail small butterfly kisses along my throat, all the while lightly grazing his sharp canines against it. "Your mouth is very dishonest woman." He said lifting and staring into my eyes. "It says no while your body says yes." "You're wrong." I whispered. "Am I now?" He spoke against my skin sending goosebumps all over my body. "I don't think I am." Valerie Anderson was your normal everyday secretary, at least she was until the day she died. Killed by her sex crazed supervisor by falling down a flight of stairs, Valerie finds herself waking up in the bed of the cold and oppressive Elias Langley. First prince and next in line for the throne of the land of Allsbrook, Elias gives Valerie two options, either be his slave or die by his hands. Unable to remember a thing, not even her name, Valerie isn't ready to die, not until she discovers how she appeared in this strange land and who she is. Desperate Valerie agrees to be Elias' slave, thus beginning their master and slave relationship. Will the cold Elias end up warming up to Valerie, allowing someone into his cold dead heart? Will Valerie be able to find her memories and figure out her mysterious background?