Three Swedish Mountain Men Mga Nobela at Kwento

At one in the morning, the neighbor upstairs suddenly knocked on my door. He said there was a leak in his apartment and asked if our place had been affected. I was just about to open the door when my vision was flooded with comments. [Open the door, and you're dead! That man outside is not your neighbor!] [Didn't the old man upstairs who lived alone go to Marcasia last week to find his new love interest? There shouldn't be anyone up there at all!] I immediately pulled away from the doorknob. At that moment, an emergency notice popped up in the residential property chat. [Unit 1307 has a burst pipe with severe leakage. Property management will inspect the building's water system.] [Is anyone home in 1207? We need to check whether your ceiling is leaking. Please open the door.] Unit 1207 was my place. The comments flooded my vision again. [What kind of property management does inspections at one in the morning? They're in on it together!] [Bea, stay hidden! Your destined man will descend from the heavens to save you!] I nodded solemnly, as if I was taking them very seriously. I turned around and grabbed my climbing rope. Amid the hysterical screaming of the comments, I leapt straight off the balcony. I'm someone who got a second life. Last time around, my entire life was ruined by listening to these brain-dead comments. This time, I'd rather die from the fall than end up as a breeding machine again.

How far can you go resisting the attraction you have for your roommate? Especially when he is hot as hell, And you are the conservative girl from a different culture, which he finds amusing as hell every single day. Ridhi D'Souza, a 22 year old Indian girl decides to move to Arlington, Texas to do her Masters. A girl whose only dream was to live in US, hoping that life abroad would be just like how she had seen in the Netflix series and movies. How wrong could she be? Ray Anderson is every girl's worst nightmare. Being sinfully hot and brutally mean are his speciality. But what is he hiding behind his tough exterior? What would happen if these two totally different people have no choice but to live together? Would she even last a day being his roommate? Read more to find out how exciting, thrilling and difficult life becomes for Ridhi, a girl who has no idea what the future holds for her in this strange city.

Amanda Urduja, a jack-of-all-trades, was paid handsomely to seduce an underground broker who was pretending to be a regular customer in an illegal casino to obtain information and report it to the authorities. She had to do it overnight. Sleep with him and steal all the proofs he has hidden in his possession. It seems impossible, but not for Amanda. Given her experience, charisma, and intelligence, this task is a piece of cake. Everything was supposed to go smoothly except that Amanda mistakenly seduced the wrong man, who turned out to be the most menacing person in the room—the mafia leader. The mission was aborted, but the madly fallen savage continues to chase the sly woman and is determined to claim her.

On New Year's Eve, my older brother, Casper Shaw, attempted to expose me as a fraud and announced that Jenny Ford was the real heiress to the family. He pulled out a paternity test result and threw it in my face. "Open your eyes and take a look! Jenny is the Shaw family's real daughter. You're just a fake who has taken Jenny's place for so many years, yet you still have the nerve to sit here and eat New Year's Eve dinner with us!" Then, he pushed Jenny in front of us, revealing a face that looked exactly like my mom, Theresa. Everyone froze. I lunged for the report, but suddenly, a stream of floating comments rolled past above Jenny's head. [Is the female lead finally going back to her rich family and starting a sweet romance with her fake older brother?] [Not yet. Right now, they still think they're siblings. They only get together later, once the misunderstandings are cleared up.] [Am I the only one who feels bad for the female supporting character? She's the biggest victim in the whole book. She takes all the female lead's hatred that should have gone to her fake brother, and she gets treated as the fake heiress and sent to the Ford family to suffer on top of that.] I looked at Jenny's face and compared it to my own—we almost looked like twins. I checked our ID cards again, confirming that our dates of birth were exactly the same. "Seriously? Ever think that you might be the real impostor here who was switched at birth?"

Iris Hartley has spent her entire life as the spare daughter, invisible in the shadow of her beautiful half-sister Felicity. So when Felicity disappears two hours before her wedding to billionaire CEO Dominic Laurent, Iris does what she's always done: she steps in to clean up the mess. The plan is simple. Walk down the aisle, say the vows, save her family's company. Three years of marriage on paper, then freedom for everyone. But Dominic Laurent didn't build an empire by missing details. He knows his bride isn't who she claims to be. And when he discovers the truth, he gives Iris an ultimatum: prove she can be useful to him, or he'll expose the fraud and destroy both their families. What Dominic doesn't expect is that the replacement wife is brilliant, brave, and nothing like the woman he agreed to marry. And Iris never imagined that being chosen second could feel like being chosen first. Sometimes the wrong bride is exactly right.

My boss, Jared Princeton, sends me a contract and tells me that I can only clock out of work if I sign it. I only realize that the contract is The Devil's Contract, binding him and me together in a master-servant relationship, after I sign my initials on it. Just as I prepare to run, Jared appears right behind me and binds me with his Devil tail.

Ava William, one member of The Alchemist. A famous band where she is the vocalist of the group. Ava does not believe in the word ‘love’ because of the unpleasant experiences she had five years ago. To her, the meaning of that word was not good. She never used to be like that, but because of the man she loved but only hurt her, she changed her look at the word with bitterness. Liam Browns, the man Ava met and loved, but hurt her and leave. Liam traded her for money for his own benefit. He loves Ava, but there are only things that really need to be sacrificed just so as not to ruin Ava’s career with the rest of her band. Ava doesn’t know Liam’s real reason, because the young man prefers to keep quiet. He persevered abroad and when he got up; he returned to the country to talk to Ava. Will Ava allow the two of them to talk? No matter what Liam has to say, will she listen to such intense anger and hatred she feels for her ex-boyfriend? What will Liam do to restore Ava’s trust? Is there any hope for the two of them to get along and get back together? Will anger and hatred prevail over the love that Ava tries to hide and deny for Liam?

On my birthday, my eight-year-old stepson dumped the cake I spent twelve hours on straight into the trash. His face twisted. "Smells like cheap frosting." Then he turned and happily dug into the plain pasta my husband's secretary made. I was about to lose it when the familiar floating comments popped up again. [OMG Nico's doing this again. He literally LOVES Reyna's cake every year. Boy just too prideful to admit it LOL.] [Fr fr, he's just using his late mom to test Reyna. Kid's lowkey possessive and messy!] [Alex, HELLO? Your son's jealous af. You not gonna say anything? Oh wait... you jealous too huh? Watching Reyna dote on Nico got you pressed. lol.]

The day I turned eighteen, my father picked my birthday dinner to drop his bombshell: he'd fallen for someone else, and he wanted a divorce. Mom was about to flip the table. Then a stream of comments scrolled across my vision. [Don't make a scene! He's just a cheater. We don't even want him.] [Your mom's gorgeous. Play the sweet, doting type, win him over, and she'll walk away with most of his fortune. We're talking billions!] [Take the billions and enjoy the rest of your life. Beats rotting at home as some bitter ex-wife, doesn't it?] Following the comments, I clapped a hand over Mom's mouth and whispered: "Mom, stop! Dad's worth billions, we have to watch what we say!"

The day my mafia boss husband, Zann Lima, went bankrupt, a car accident crippled both his legs. He was paralyzed from the waist down. I inherited his astronomical debt, and with it, the responsibility to care for him for the rest of his life. For an entire year, I was beaten by debt collectors until I vomited blood, yet I couldn’t bear to buy painkillers. I collapsed from exhaustion working eight jobs a day, yet I couldn’t bear to take a day off. Every penny I earned went toward keeping Zann alive. I believed this was love’s steadfast devotion, until one night, when I was delivering drinks at a club. I stumbled upon the man who was supposed to be sitting and waiting for me at home in his wheelchair, now clinking glasses with his guests, who all revered him as Don!