Trolley Room Attendant

Snow Vans, or rather Snow White as her friends mostly calls her was a twenty-two years old - 5'3 freshly graduated lady. In desperate need of a job to pay off her college debt and move out of her crappy one room apartment then hopefully live a less strenuous life. She started working as a personal secretary at Nets, a company dealing with shares and everything involving it. Founder of Nets, a twenty-five year old Tristan Richardson is an arrogant and emotionally twisted 6'5 man who has everything money can get him, well except peace of mind. Always tormented by nightmares of his past, Tristan wants more than everything in life for his nightmares to cease, but wishes don't always come true, now do they? These two individuals with polar different personalities collides in a not so perfect moment, giving both of them different things to dwell on, instead of how good looking and sexy each of them looked. Lusts stifling the air around them with a strong pull neither of them could resist, leaving them with different emotions deeper than what they thought it was about.With both of them trying to fight off their demons personally, and seemingly like they have no time for any other emotions than lust. Would their demons consume them alive, or would they fight their demons together and maybe birth another stronger and meaningful emotion towards each other?

She is a young flight attendant on the run from her past and he is a perfect mafia king, who runs the whole of New-York. He is a businessman by day and a killer by night. Aria walks into Adrian's his life like a breath of fresh air and the more he sees her the more he wants her, in every way possible. Aria has no idea what she is getting herself into once again, but the more she sees him the more she realises that there is more to him then that which meets the eyes. She is known for attracting all the wrong kind guys but would it be different this time with Adrian Maybe? With their huge age gap and different lifestyles, would their love be worth fighting for till the end of time or will their differences get the better of them?

Matthew Hunt and Ambrose Donovan. Two millionaires, married, but not in love. Both in their mid-thirties and single, it's either they marry each other or their families would set up an arranged marriage with a stranger so the two decided to get married. They were best friends since they came out of their mothers' wombs so they were each other's next best choice. It worked. Their parents stopped hounding them. They lived in the same house, same room, do everything a married coupled would do (except sex), especially around other people, that is until their parents wanted grandchildren.

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses. He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant. Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. “She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats. “She’s sensitive and hates sleeping alone, so you’ll need to move your things into the guest room.” The room fell silent. I did not raise my voice, nor did I shed a single tear. I simply picked up my packed suitcase and walked to the door. The butler tried to stop me, but Damian did not even blink. “She’ll come back.” He lazily swirled the wine in his glass. “She’ll come back crying and begging within three days.” Our guests burst out laughing. They placed a million-dollar bet right in front of me. They were betting on whether I would be back before the night was over, begging Damian to let me back in like a pathetic stray dog with my tail between my legs. However, they did not know I had already received the family heirloom from my real father. I booked my flight to get far, far away from everyone I used to know. This time, I really left.

What if the Moon Goddess was a temperamental tyrant with her own motivations and desires? Gemma Hayes, human witch, struggles to find her place among the wolves. As a the living vessel for the Moon Goddess, every alpha wants to own her. To possess her. To make her his obsession. He cleared his throat. “Another thing.”  Yes?” I asked, wondering what else he could possibly demand from me. "End your fucking engagement with Kieran.” His stiff tone left little room for argument. Oh, that! I shook my head, turning away. “He just lost his damn sister! I cannot. Not right this moment.” “You can and will. Call him. Text him. I don’t give a fuck but you better end that shit.” Fuck! “I will. Soon.” Of course I couldn't string Kieran along. I trembled at the mere idea of dealing him another blow right after the death of his beloved sister. A tear trickled down my face. “Do you actually love him?” He asked, anger rippling with each word.  I rubbed my temples. The stress of this damn mate bond would eat me alive. “Of course not. But circumstances…” “Circumstances being you are my fucking mate! Mine to claim. Mine to own. Mine to cherish. Mine to love. Mine to fucking obsess over. You, Gems, have always been my only addiction. An addiction I have no desire to kick. Ever.” I stared at him, hopeless. I had no defenses left to fight his magnetic attraction. I allowed his gravity to grab me, suck me under, pull me into his consuming orbit. Again. Fuck!

Elliott gets a call no parent ever wants. Upon arriving at the hospital, she goes frantic looking for her daughter. A tragic accident took Elliott's wife, leaving her alone with their baby daughter. The accident left Elliott broken and distraught, struggling with her job on the police force and raising an infant with no help. Jessie, a doctor struggling with an abusive relationship and seeking help. The only problem is her partner is a respectful cop in Elliott's department. Her hope to get out of her dangerous relationship takes a turn when a three year old girl is brought in her emergency room with a severe asthma attack.

On my eighteenth birthday, I met him. The day that was supposed to be my day felt utterly ordinary because of my parents status but fate had other plans . I met the Young Alpha Zayn, He promised to make my birthday memorable and turn my mundane birthday into a night of dreams if I agreed to go with him to his school ball. He kept his promise, The night was filled with memories together but it was short lived when he varnished with no trace leaving me alone in the ball room as a pawn for the other rich kids to play with . Now , Five years later , my destiny was sealed -I am to marry the Alpha of our park, I was going to meet him again after all these years of Admiring and Loving him from afar, He was going to be my husband, it was a dream come true but reality was far from it . Entering his world, I was met with a chilling truth:He turns out to not have a single memory of me except that I was the daughter of the poorest man in the park and the girl he was forced to marry . My marriage with him was a definition of Torment, Harsh reality and his never ending hatred for me , Soon the marriage was over and I was casted aside. I was no longer in love with him but yet my heart was filled with so much hatred for the man that I had loved so much. Years after I left the Marriage, We met again but I was no longer the weak wife he always tampered with and for some reason he no longer had so much hate for me but rather he wanted to remarry.

Annette was a half-breed rogue, but she was lucky enough to find a mate. She thought she was being blessed by the Moon Goddess. However, one day, she opened her mate's door and saw him in bed with her best friend. At that moment she broke down, her heart broke. She dashed out of the room in despair. Annette then chose the Alpha of the most powerful pack, Connor. She wanted to use him to get back at her mate, but Connor saw through it all. He would not allow a rogue to do so, and his revenge also began.

Ashley watched in horror as I turned into something out of a nightmare. My eyes glowed a deep, blood-red as I tore through the room with inhuman speed and strength. I could see the fear etched on her face as she tried to get me to stop. “Abby, stop!" Ashley cried, but it was too late, I was lost to the primal instincts of the wolf. **** Abby and Ashley were fraternal twins that shared almost everything. Until one day Abby started seeing unusual signs and symptoms that were inhumane. It turns out that Abby was a werewolf. While her twin sister remained human. How was this possible? They shared the same womb. The twin sisters now have different worlds. Abby just wanted to have a normal life but there were many things in store for her...

[WARNING STRONG MATURED CONTENTS] Beside me, I sensed his movement as he turned towards me, his eyes searching for mine. I purposely avoided meeting his gaze, instead focusing on calming my racing breath. But try as I might, my breath still trembled, betraying my inner turmoil. Despite my rapid blinking, a single tear escaped, making its way down my cheek. I heard the covers rustle as he shifted closer to me. His finger gently brushed against my face, capturing the tear. "I'm sorry, Hailey," his voice resonated in the dimly lit room, both deep and gentle. His touch was followed by a soft stroke through my brunette hair and a tender kiss on the crook of my neck. "I know this isn't what you wanted," he murmured, regret evident in his voice. "It doesn't matter," I replied quietly, my gaze still fixed on the ceiling. His apology felt like a stab to the heart, but I couldn't hold him responsible. Our circumstances were far beyond our control.Swallowing hard, I tried to push down the ache in my chest. "It was unavoidable, it isn't your fault," I muttered, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I allowed my cheek to rest against his strong chest, finding some solace in his comforting presence. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat brought a sliver of comfort to my shattered emotions. "I wish I could have given you more time to get to know me before all of this," he confessed, a touch of bitterness seeping into his words. "But those old Elders insisted on sealing our union immediately."