Too Busy

On the day I died, my husband was too busy having sex with my sister to care. ________________________________Revenge, pain and destruction! is all Tamara was reborn for. Tamara, the Luna of the Winterwood pack has been miserable since her parents were killed by Alpha Dante, the ruthless rogue king, but her life story becomes even more bitter when her beloved sister and fiancée destroy her life and kill her for the throne. But by an unexpected twist of fate, the moon goddess suddenly sends Tamara two years back into the past to undo her mistakes. In her past life, she had made mistake of being too kind and too naive, trusting those she shouldn't have. But in this life, she swears to save her parents from Dante and get revenge on those evil people that betrayed her. But what if her first step in her revenge plan forces her to marry the same man that killed her parents? And what if she discovers that the person destined to kill her parents is also her destined fated mate? Will she be able to fulfill the revenge she has vowed to? And will her heart of ice ever be warm again?

I was the Luna who gave everything to her Alpha—my heart, my loyalty, my dignity. Ethan repaid me by sleeping with other she-wolves, over and over again, and every night our mate bond slowly poisoned what was left of my soul. On our third wedding anniversary, when he suggested I could "try" sleeping with someone else too, I finally broke. My childhood friend, a young Alpha, called me when he heard the news and proposed to me over the phone. His gentle voice healed every wound Ethan had carved into me, so I said yes. Now I've decided to give Ethan moonbreak herb and sever our bond forever. But Ethan never bothered to ask what I gave him to drink. He was too busy running off to his favorite she-wolf's bed. He has no idea that in thirty days, when the moon breaks, our mate bond will shatter completely, and the "chains" that bound us as fated mates will be gone. This time, I'm really leaving.

“You can call me when you’re lonely. I’ll be your temporary fix.” Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but sex and I wanted nothing more than too. I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again. He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel down in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand and conquering all over the world on the other. Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show him how to love.

I'm hospitalized after a car accident that nearly costs me my leg. Meanwhile, my fiancé is too busy in the room next door taking care of his first love. She's only faking a sprained ankle. From that same room, I hear Johan Rivera's mocking voice. "Raelyn? She's just a pawn the old man picked for a political marriage. She's not even good enough to be your stand-in." In that moment, something in me finally breaks. I watch the news coverage of a rising business star who's surrounded by reporters and flashing cameras. He's also my childhood friend who has pursued me for ten years. I calmly send him a message. "Christian, does your offer for a contract marriage still stand?"

“I wanted you since the first time I saw you in that lingerie,” he said, his voice low and rough. “It’s been making me go crazy.” I should’ve been thinking clearly, figuring out if he suspected me. But I wasn’t. I was too busy pulling down his pajama pants, needing to feel more of him. He stood up just for a second to take them off, and then he was fully naked. He looked even hotter than I imagined—muscular but not bulky, with a line of dark hair going down to his hard length. He grabbed my panties and pulled them down my legs. Then he got on top of me again, his warm skin touching mine. He kissed me hard as he got between my legs.

Five years after I rejected my mate, Shawn, he had become the Lycan King — and most importantly, he now had a beautiful mate. During the Werewolf Alumni Reunion, someone suddenly brought me up. “What’s Kendra been busy with? She hasn’t shown up at a single reunion in years.” Someone sneered. “She’s too busy seducing alphas from other packs — on airplanes.” “On airplanes?” “Yeah. She’s a werewolf flight attendant with FullMoon Airways. They cater to alphas and lunas from all kinds of packs. I’ve seen her on board before. You wouldn’t believe how flattering she acts around those prestigious wolves.” “Really? Kendra’s a werewolf attendant? No surprise — she’s always dreamed of being claimed by some single alpha.” Hearing that, Shawn, sitting at the center of the table, flinched slightly. His fists tightened. “A werewolf attendant?” he murmured. “Yeah, Shawn... but haven’t you gotten over her by now? It’s been years.” He froze for a second, then quickly composed himself and held his mate’s hand beside him. Everyone’s attention turned to the flickering moonstone ring on her finger. “I’ve long forgotten her,” he said flatly. “Come to my bonding ceremony next month. There will be a sacred ritual at the temple.” “Wow...” Applause filled the hall. But only I, whose soul had been drifting in the air all along, slowly lowered my head upon hearing the news.

HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! Cheerful sounds of laughter echoed inside the Xstacy club which is known to be one of the most exclusive and the most ᙭- rated clubs in Abuja. Here inside the club, Rich pot bellied men and handsome playboys enjoy themselves as they lavish and squander bundles of cash both in naira, dollars and pounds on strippers that dance n--kedly before them. While some of them were busy focusing on strippers, some were busy playing cards, while some were busy discussing shady business deals and some were discussing top government secrets. Here in the VIP lounge, Commissioner Badmus and some politicians discuss and argue amongst themsleves about a current government project that didn't sit well with either of them ; Badmus who was more disturbed showed his resentment towards the project. What is the project and made them not to have interest in it is what we are going to find out next...

Now Available on Amazon! EVERY DAY THE SAME THING Catherine works the same schedule every morning and night. Every day she worked hard to manage her business, her private life, and love life. Or lack thereof. She's the average modern girl in a modern world, only she's too busy to focus on fixing her lack of romance. UNTIL TODAY The unthinkable happens. While she's swiping on Tind3r, the world fades away and she wakes up to find herself on Erlias, a world full of creatures from the human imagination. Three men appear, Gunther, Zion, and Silas, and all three claims to be her husbands! What is an Intirmate and what does it have to do with her? Why was she the one picked to be the Tatiana? And why does a single touch from one of the three men turn her legs to jelly?

"Let go of me, can't you see I'm married?" Ashley Carter sacrificed everything for her marriage, believing in love that never truly existed. While she mourned the loss of their unborn child, her husband, Alex Donovan, was too busy warming the beds of other women to care. Grief stricken and trapped in a life of betrayal, Ashley thought she had no way out... until Author Claude entered her world. The mysterious, powerful, and utterly relentless Mr. Claude sees Ashley’s pain and refuses to let it consume her. He awakens the fire she thought had died, offering her not just escape, but a second chance at life, love, and revenge. As Claude shatters the chains holding her back, Ashley must decide... will she cling to the ruins of her past or risk everything for a future where she's truly cherished?

I woke up inside a novel, and not even as an important character. I became a pretty background extra in a smut novel. My brother, however, was the only normal person in the entire story. His character setting was the one man the soft, delicate heroine could never win over. He was the cold, unattainable Prince Charming she could never conquer. When the heroine cried and confessed her love, he was studying. When she offered him her whole heart and body, he was busy starting a company. When she spiraled into scandals and nightlife, he was already a billionaire, calm and untouchable. I thought he would live a quiet, ascetic life forever. Until one night, I walked in on him at midnight… holding a piece of clothing I recognized all too well, murmuring a name over and over, a name so familiar that my scalp tingled.