Novel & Cerita The Good Wife Gone Bad

Everyone knows I'm Brooke River's bootlicker—I've stuck by her side for the past ten years. Now, she's getting engaged to someone else, and everyone's waiting to see me make a fool of myself. The problem is… I already got married three years ago.

Summer Phillips has it all. Loving parents, good grades, and popularity. Except for one thing. A loving and caring boyfriend. After dating a string of bad boys and jerks, she finally decided that enough is enough! She almost gave up on meeting a genuinely nice guy until one day, she laid her eyes on Anthony Turner, a sweet, charismatic, and smart guy in her Math class. In an attempt to make the first move, she proceeded to pass him a note. What could go wrong, right?Except...the note fell into the hands of the person she hated the most, Anthony Dean. Will she be able to clear up the misunderstanding or will Anthony target her as his latest conquest?

Marnie Jones is an ordinary 11th grader. Her only intentions are to get good grades and save money for college with her babysitting job. Everything is going to plan. Until she gets a job babysitting the high school bad boy, Zeke Blakely. The two come from complete different social groups, and Marnie automatically hates Zeke and his big ego and cocky attitude. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. She's safe with an overthinking problem. As the two are seen hanging around school together, attention gets drawn to Marnie. Which she hates. But she also catches the eye of a handsome jock, too. And why, you ask, does a 17 year old boy need a babysitter? You'll have to read to find out. WARNING: contains vulgar language and mature scenes.

Isla Harper spent three years being the perfect, invisible girlfriend until the night her boyfriend chose his childhood sweetheart over her and left her to drown. Pulled from the water by a stranger’s commanding hands, Isla discovers her rescuer is none other than Damien Voss: cold, ruthless CEO, and the father of the man who just discarded her. What starts as reluctant gratitude ignites into a dangerous craving. Damien doesn’t ask he claims. He doesn’t beg he commands. And in his world of wealth, control, and dark desires, Isla is no longer second best. She is his good girl. But when ex-lovers, jealous rivals, and buried family secrets threaten to drag them under, Isla must decide if she is willing to drown again this time willingly for the one man who refuses to let her sink.

At Brookwoods High, everyone knows their place. Ethan Sanders is the invisible genius. He is quiet, controlled, and determined to survive senior year unnoticed. Blake Thompson, however, is the untouchable golden boy. He's is the school's star quarterback, heartbreaker, and everything Ethan avoids. Until one reckless moment changes everything. A kiss that should’ve never happened ignites something neither of them can ignore. What begins as tension and denial slowly spirals into stolen glances, dangerous secrets, and a connection that threatens to ruin them both.

Carlo La Rosa is the Don of the La Rosa family. As for me, I'm just a plaything who's been delivered to his bed in order to clear off my family's debts. For the next three years, Carlo vents his carnal urges on me anyhow he wants. He doesn't do any foreplay. In fact, he doesn't even turn off the lights. Instead, he forces me to look at myself in the mirror. He wants to show me how he eventually devours me. "Take a good look at who's screwing you right now, Lydia!" Carlo is very rough with me in bed, as though he wants to merge with me. I beg him to be gentler with me, but all I get in return are harder thrusts. Those thrusts continue until I faint from the intensity. When I wake up, I see a black card and a morning-after pill on the nightstand. Even though I quickly take the pill, I still end up getting pregnant. I'm about to tell Carlo the news when I see the news on the TV. Apparently, he gets stabbed three times in a row just to protect his first love, Serena Sergio. It turns out that I'm just a plaything for him to vent his urges on. I'm not even considered a replacement. As I caress my belly, I drop my signature on the divorce agreement. Then, I snap the black card in half and leave the pieces on the table.

"That heart doesn't belong to you Cassandra Williams. That heart belongs to someone else." He shook me with his hateful words and that's when I know what I was feeling about him was not me it was that heart which doesn't belong to me, originally." Cassandra Williams has just graduated university when she meets the successful, dominating and rich Michale Santorum. Cassandra has no idea how well known Michael is and she falls hard. Michael has one thing on his mind and it’s Cassandra, he’s not used to relationships and caring about someone, but he knows Cassandra is different somehow. Cassandra comes with a lot of surprises and three very overprotective brothers. Michael finds himself falling for the girl and when the past becomes intertwined in their lives, things become even more serious.

The untimely death of his father was all it took to turn Zack Grover's life upside down. Overnight, the high school champion athlete turned into a bad boy after he shifted back to his hometown. However, twist of fate didn't stop there as the entry of his ex-girlfriend pushed him into much more chaos. Yet, amidst all these chaos, he is pulled back to life by Zoe, a mysterious girl of the town with a secret unknown to all. An instant spark makes them bond so close that it unveils the truths of the past which ends up shattering relationships. Conflicted between his messed-up life and unrealized feelings, how will he rise above all the hardships? Does he stand a chance of redemption????

I died beneath the Ferris wheel. The killer took a photo of the Ferris wheel and sent it to my mother. 'Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you too,' wrote the killer. In my mother's voice message, her tone was filled with hatred as she replied, "How dare you ask to ride the Ferris wheel with me when you killed your own sister? Why won't you just die?!" As she wished, I was dead. However, what she didn't know was that the one who killed me was my so-called dead sister.

My mom bought me a house with zero down payment. For five years, I scrimped and saved until I finally paid off the mortgage. But then, she told me she wanted to transfer the house to her first love's son to use as his wedding home. When I said no, she pulled out the property deed and slapped it down in front of me. "The house is in my name. I'll give it to whoever I want. You'd better hand it over willingly, or don't blame me for forgetting we're family." So I pulled out another deed—this one with my name on it—and called 911. "Hello? I'd like to report a trespasser."