Thomas Sanders Sanders Sides

After checking my final exam results, I hand the bottle of water given by my mother and the amethyst bracelet given by my childhood friend to the school bully with AIDS. In my previous life, my exam score of 1250 was swapped with the score of 600 of my younger adopted sister, Adelia Quentin, right after I drank that bottle of water. My health immediately deteriorated in the following days. I had a high fever and kept on coughing up blood. I was even nearly bedridden from severe pain. On the other hand, Adelia miraculously recovered from her stomach cancer. I begged my mother to send me to the hospital. But not only did she refuse, but she even mocked me and accused me of faking my illness. She then locked me in the basement. They celebrated Adelia's enrollment in university while I writhed helplessly in pain. In the end, I died in the basement all alone. After my death, Adelia used my exam score of 1250 to study at a renowned university. She also officially started her relationship with Thomas Haynes, my childhood friend. It was only then that I finally realized that the bottle of water my mother handed me had been cursed. My exam results would be swapped away when I drank it. Meanwhile, the amethyst bracelet Thomas gifted me would swap my health condition with Adelia's three days after I wore it. I'd get Adelia's stomach cancer and die a painful death. Just as I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day I checked my exam results.

By the third year of my marriage to Daniel Hawthorne, the war had already taken more than it ever returned, and this time it took his younger brother, Thomas Hawthorne. My sister-in-law, Eleanor, collapsed, and in the weeks that followed she tried to follow her husband into death— once with sleeping pills, once by the river beyond the officers’ quarters— only to be dragged back both times, each time clinging to me afterward as though I were the last thing keeping her grounded. I stayed with her, wiped her tears, and whispered that Thomas would want her to live, until the day she received the test results confirming she was three months pregnant, and the grief of losing her husband was slowly softened by the arrival of new life. I smiled too, believing grief had finally loosened its grip. That night, holding my own pregnancy test in my hand and thinking it was finally time to tell Daniel, I passed the study and heard his friend say quietly, “She’s carrying your child. You convinced the doctors to adjust the timeline so everyone would believe the baby belonged to your brother. Aren’t you afraid Margaret will find out?” Daniel didn’t hesitate. “She won’t,” he said calmly. “She loves me. She wouldn’t leave. I won’t let her know.” I didn’t step inside. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I opened the letter I had received weeks earlier— an official deployment order from the international medical corps, assigning me to a frontline war zone— and tapped Accept.

When I head over to my daughter, Hannah Westfield's place for dinner during Christmas Eve, I specifically wear a wool coat for the occasion. Unexpectedly, when Hannah sees me, she pushes me out of the front door instantly. "Mom, why must you buy the same coat as my mother-in-law did? Don't you know that she hates it when others imitate her? Hurry up and take off the coat before she sees you!" Meanwhile, my son-in-law, Thomas Clifford, digs out an old coat and puts it on me. "Mom, there are many relatives visiting our house today. Please spare my mom her pride and don't steal her thunder, okay?" Seeing how sincere Thomas looks, I decide to yield. But as soon as I take my seat, Giselle Johnson chortles in amusement as she stares at the old coat I'm wearing. "Oh Fiona, if you like my clothes, you could've just said so, and I'd give it to you. It's bad if you just steal my old coat from me and wear it, you know? Besides, don't you know that those who imitate always do a bad job at it?" Furious, I'm about to up and leave when Giselle grabs the coat and blocks my way. "I placed two money envelopes in the coat pockets a few days ago. There are 20 thousand dollars in there. Why are they gone after you've worn it? "I don't mind you wearing my coat behind my back, but you must return the money to me right now!"

When a desperate parent offered their daughter in exchange for their company. To save them from going back to the street. Leaving the girl under the captivity of the tycoon Boss who appears to be more than the eyes can see the appearance. No matter how far she tried to escape from his grips, she always found herself back to him. it was like an overdose she couldn't resist. Will she accept her fate of being his lover forever? Or will love prevail when there are obstacles from both sides? Will the hidden truth behind their love history be revealed? Find out more about what happened in their lives and the journey of love!

Reid Thomas is known for having a revolving door of females in his bed and for not wanting a mate. He's even created rules for himself to follow so he doesn't fall into the trap of a committed, long-term relationship. But when he loses a bet to his best friend, he's sent on a blind date. There, he meets Taryn Campbell, a feisty warrior with a personality to match, who has him questioning his strict rules. After all, aren't rules made to be broken? This is Book 2 of the Crescent Lake series. It can be read as a standalone, however, for context and an introduction to the world and characters, it is recommended that you read "The Alpha's Pen Pal" before reading "The Beta's Blind Date."

Born into a wealthy Mafia family, Elena Bush has always had life easy. However things take a turn when her father's empire is overthrown. They lose their money overnight, and the Bush Family is plunged into many layers of debt. Left with no other option, Thomas Bush is forced to make a dangerous decision, sell his daughter to the devil. Oblivious of what's happening, Elena follows her father to what she believes is a harmless auction party, not realising that she's the commodity. Now in the hands of Carlos Hernandez, the Devil, Elena finds that life isn't just sunshine and rainbows. Will she survive being the devil's property? Or will Elena tame the Devil in Armani?

Léa was living a peaceful life with Thomas, a gentle and predictable man she was about to marry. But the unexpected return of Nathan, her twin brother with devastating charm and a free spirit, shatters her well-ordered world. At a party held in his honor, Nathan makes a striking entrance, and a crack opens in Léa's heart. His burning gaze, his words filled with passion, his way of living without limits… everything about him destabilizes her and draws her in irresistibly. Between reason and desire, loyalty and temptation, Léa wavers. What if true love wasn't where she had always believed it to be? When two hearts beat out of sync… which one should be listened to?

By day, Dominique Devereux is flawless—a socialite heiress in silk gloves and designer heels, the darling of New York’s elite. But by night, she becomes Domica, the legendary head dom of a secret online dominatrix lounge that caters to the world’s most powerful men—and humbles them. She controls her dual lives with cold precision… until Damien arrives. A mysterious, brooding transfer student with secrets of his own, he’s the one man she can’t seem to master. As their chemistry ignites and danger creeps in from all sides, Dominique must ask herself: can the woman who commands everyone... ever learn to surrender?

When the cold Vampire Queen is betrayed and brutally murdered by Lenhandro her lover, she prays to the moon goddess fo cast their enmity aside and give her a chance to be reborn. However Xenta does not expect to find herself in the body of a chubby lowly omega slave. Then she finds herself entangled with an Alpha King who couldn't stand her quirkiness. With a war brewing, will Xenra unlock her inner abilities and return in time to stop the bastard who ripped her heart off her chest and stole her throne? Will she be able to keep the heart of the Alpha King or will fate force them apart when they are standing on opposing sides?

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again. The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt". I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve." My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?