The Paradise Problem Spicy Chapters List Novels & Stories

Francisca was only 10 years old when her mother decided to pack hers and Francisca's things and leave their home along with Fran's father and 2 older brothers. Francisca never knew why her mom suddenly took her and left. She didn't understand how her father and brothers wouldn't want to hear from her as her mother suggests. Her mother remarries a year after they left and dies only three years later in a car accident. 2 years after the accident, Francisca's step father, Mathew gets a job in Brooklyn New York. So, now Francisca is going to move to another state and attend a new school. She wasn't expecting much but she definitely didn't expect to see her brothers -who she left behind in California- to be attending the same school as her. They're seniors while she's a sophomore. Will she tell them who she is? Will they figure it out on their own? What will their reactions be?

Chase Grimm's aide-de-camp sent me a screenshot of an Instagram Live status. Guess who it came from. His new secretary. She was showing off a meticulously prepared lunch from a lunchbox. My handiwork, no less. I made it for him. The caption read: [He's a dark, cold CEO… and a shiny knight who saved a hungry princess with a gastric problem from eating mac 'n' cheese again!] Chase almost never posted on Instagram. Yet there he was, sharing a photo of a cup of ridiculously spicy mac 'n' cheese, captioned: [I have missed this.] The nerve of this prick. Then my mother-in-law sent an entirely unsolicited text: [What the heck were you doing?! You're supposed to make him a proper lunch! He can't stand spicy food!] After all that, I decided to call a supermarket. "Hi! I'd like to order 100 cups of instant super-spicy mac 'n' cheese and have them delivered to Grimm Co. Please and thank you." "Ain't I generous?"

Dazed and blinded by her chase for a mate the society thinks was too late for her to find, for power that was believed was meant for only men, Rose walks on torn and prickles on the journey of anger of dissatisfaction, until the night her village got burnt down by the ruthless alpha king of the north. What is more befitting than finding one's mate and living the life you've always dreamed about? Rose is the eighteen year old werewolf who thinks she has seen it all, being unable to find and shift into her wolf form,and friends who mocks her around the village. But what's worse? Not finding her mate or not being able to shape shift? Alpha Aiden is the powerful, ruthless and feared Wolf who scattered through territories, irritated by the filth and cowardice of many Alphas. He's on a conquest to concur territories across the face of the earth. He is determined to continue a long lost dynasty of the power between the bloodlines of werewolves while also protecting the iron throne, hoping that one day he would find his Luna and rule side by side with her. What happens when a prophecy comes true? What happens when Rose's anticipation turns into a nightmare after finding her own true mate? When Alpha Aiden skatered what was left of the Blue moon pack, he hadn't thought he'd find a woman so right, it hurt so bad yet so good. When push came to shove, he finds himself dying inside, wanting nothing else but his beautiful mate who seemed to despise him so much. While the history of a terrifying conceurer pack starts repeating itself, Alpha Aiden finds himself gradually getting drawn from the woman he so much sought for.

In a world where death and destruction rule , In a world full of lies and broken promises A child was born . She had a smile as bright as the sun And a heart as pure as the light . But hard times came upon her And they have transformed her , Into the monster everyone believes her to be . Since she's pure no more Everyone just calls her The Queen of the Half-breeds .

After manuvering my way to come to earth to be a guardian angel, I ended up falling in love with the one who I suppose to be guarding. Am just a mere shadow behind her, it's hurt not to receive the same kind of love u give to someone. How did my complicated love and immaturity almost brought down the existence of man kind

A Mysterious lake on which the people of a small town away from California very much fascinated but frightened as well. As it was supposed to have connection of some death events with the lake. But still, none could prove the incidents even the police of the town couldn't find any clue. For some reason some young people got themselves involved in that mystery. But they didn't know even didn't expect these would come out. There was a rumor that some secret illegal scientific research on human was going on which was somehow collected to that lake. What actually was going on there? Was the lake responsible for the death? Who were responsible for that? It was to discover. It was to disclose and it was to stop.

Seven years ago, in order to accompany the fake heiress abroad for her recovery, Timothy Gibson casually signed the divorce papers I handed him. Without even turning around, he sneered at me. "Naomi, don't use such underhanded tactics to keep me around. Esther can't live without me abroad." Seven years later, he blocked my path with his car, and he spoke to me with an air of superiority. "Grandpa is critically ill. His only dying wish is to hold his great-grandchild. "Come back with me, behave yourself, and give birth to an heir. You will still be Mrs. Gibson." I looked down at my shoes. I recalled the time I stood in the rain and begged him not to leave. I even collapsed in the rain. In the end, all it got me was a dismissive 'you're making a scene' from him. Timothy still thought my life revolved around him. He had no idea that without the title of Mrs. Gibson, I had lived very well these past seven years. The very day after he signed the divorce papers, I married someone else. Gently touching my stomach, which wasn't even showing yet, I smiled and said, "Mr. Gibson, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I am having a baby, but it isn't yours."

After the New Year, some of my husband's former students are back to visit him. So, my husband, Isaac Cooper, treats them to dinner. They greet us warmly, but when they first see me, there is a hint of surprise in their eyes. In the private room, Isaac takes my hand. Everyone starts teasing us. "Mr. and Mrs. Cooper are so loving. I'm so jealous!" I lower my head shyly and excuse myself to the restroom, only to overhear two of his students chatting. "I was startled just now. I thought Mr. Cooper's wife would be Lilith Walker." "But Mrs. Cooper looks so much like her. When she walked in, I almost mistook her for Lilith." I freeze on the spot. I know Lilith is Isaac's ex-girlfriend, but I have never seen her in person. Cold water runs over my hands. As I look at my carefully made-up face in the mirror, I suddenly feel a wave of nausea.

To help my wife secure a director position, I spent an entire month working on a single deal, negotiating back and forth until I locked in the sale of a multimillion-dollar luxury apartment. On the day we were supposed to sign, Stella Frost handed the main contract to Tanner Davis, a new hire who had barely been with the company. When I asked Stella about it, she hesitated, her eyes shifting away before she answered. "Tanner studied overseas. His background is stronger than yours, and his Waldreich is better. The client has a foreign partner. It'll go more smoothly if he takes the lead." As she spoke, she slipped her arm through mine, like she always did when she expected me to back down. This time, I didn't smile. I just looked at her. That afternoon, I submitted my resignation and finished handing over every major client under my name. Stella tore the letter apart in front of me, her frustration turning quickly into something sharper. "When I married you, I didn't even care that you only had a high school education. And now you're making an issue out of a new hire?" I let out a quiet laugh. She was right. My education wasn't impressive. But she had forgotten one thing. I hadn't become the top closer in the city because of a degree.

After I discovered Chelsea Stone’s infidelity, I ended the relationship without giving her a chance. I packed my luggage bit by bit. She watched me, then suddenly said, “Jensen Scott, do you know what was the most boring thing about you?” I paused and turned around. She blew out a puff of smoke and smiled in a flirtatious way. “You were so boring. You did not even know how to sweet‑talk in bed. It was so uninteresting.” I walked away with my things, and I held back my tears. Three years later, I ran into her in the hospital corridor. She wore a white coat, and the medical record book in her hand almost slipped when I bumped into her. Our eyes met. She looked me over, and her tone turned playful. “Oh, is this not my blockhead ex‑boyfriend?” I smiled and did not reply. As I left the hospital, she stepped in front of me and lowered her voice. “Three years have passed. Have you learned how to sweet‑talk in bed?” I raised my hand and showed her my wife’s ultrasound report. “I have, but not to you.”