Truck Time

Jax couldn’t believe how it felt to finally touch her the way that he wanted to. She was warm and sweet, and her response was incredible. Total surrender; aching want; hot need. He’d never have guessed that Sarah would give over so completely, and he kissed her over and over again, loving how she tasted. He finally pulled back, fighting with himself to do so. He opened his eyes and saw that hers were still closed. Her mouth was swollen and she trembled against him a bit. He ran his fingers through her curls, brushed her hair back from her gorgeous face. “Open your eyes, baby,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “Look at me.” **** Jax Hamill rebuilt his life on grit, dumb luck, and a refusal to look back. The past is buried. The bar is profitable. The house, truck, and bike are his. So is the no-strings sex in a back room he never plans to clean up. Jax lives for now. Everything is temporary.... until she isn’t. Sarah Matthews is drowning in responsibility. Overworked, overstretched, and painfully single, her life is a color-coded calendar of obligation. She doesn’t need romance. She needs escape....just once. Just long enough to remember who she was before life tightened the leash. Their deal is simple: no future, no promises, no feelings. Just heat. Just fun. Just temporary. Then a ghost from Sarah’s past crashes the fantasy – and turns desire into a battlefield. As Sarah fights to reclaim her life, Jax is forced to face the man he used to be, the man he pretends to be, and the man he might become… if he dares to want something real.

He betrayed me w‌ith my own stepsi⁠ster. Big mistake. I though‍t my ma‍rriage to James was my forever—a sac⁠red vow built on love and l‌oyalty—until I‌ caught hi‍m tangle‌d in our sheets with Mel, the woman I once trusted most.‍ T‍hat betrayal shattered my world into a thousand‌ jag⁠ged pieces and left me gasping fo‌r breath‍. Broken, hu‍miliated, and cast out, I cl⁠ung‍ to the only thi⁠ng left: the secre‌t of a tiny life growing in⁠si⁠de me‌, a miracle after⁠ years o‍f h‍eartache. Then Silas Truman, a powerful billionaire, stepped in‌t‍o my sh‌attered wo‌rld w‌ith an‍ offer I couldn’t refuse—a marriage contract p‍ro⁠mising str‌ength‌, security, an‌d a ch⁠ance to re‍build from the ashes. De‌sperate, I took it. Three y‌ears later⁠, I returned‍ not the broken girl I was, b‍ut a woman who comman‌ds an empire. But life’‍s crue‍l twist s‍truck again when Silas lost his memory in an accident, erasing everyth⁠ing we built toge‌t⁠her. Now, with his empire in my hands, I face James’s shadow and a choice I never ex‍pected—betw‌een the past t⁠hat almost destroyed me and‍ a future I never saw coming. ⁠The qu‍estion is, which path will I choose when everyt‍hing hangs in the balance?

"You also feel that Lumira died an unjust death, just like me? Then let's see how you change the story." Rina Vale's death was as absurd as her life was ordinary: flattened by a truck moments after furiously text-bombing a webnovel author about the tragic demise of her favorite character. Now, in a twist of divine malice or cruel irony, Rina has been reborn inside that very character: Lumira Duskbane, the reviled, doomed villainess of the fantasy novel, Saintess of Hauntspire High. Lumira was meant to be a tragic footnote - hated by all, destined to die alone, and her magical legacy fading into dust. But Rina, trapped in the villainess's body, now holds the pen. A dark contract with the author himself binds her fate: she must survive the elite Aetherion Academy and write a new, terrifying story to replace the tragedy of the past. Branded a revenant and a curse, Lumira’s life is a gauntlet of public humiliation. Her arrogant ex, Alpha Jaxon, hunts her with merciless suspicion, obsessed with proving she is responsible for the darkness gripping the school. Yet, amidst the scorn, the enigmatic vampire, Prince Kaelion, watches her with a gaze that promises forbidden desire and sees far beyond the villainess façade. With the old plotline tearing apart at the seams, the school is plunged into chaos. When noble students are brutally slain and demonic shadows fall over the ancient campus, the blame falls squarely, terrifyingly, on Lumira. The resurrected villainess is the prime suspect, trapped in a terrifying conspiracy driven by a vengeful spirit from the past. Will she play the doomed role the author wrote for her, or will she seize the power of a queen and rewrite her destiny in fire, blood, and a dangerous romance?

Akala ni Ellaine ay katapusan na niya nang mabangga ng isang malaking truck ang sinasakyan niyang kotse. Laking-gulat na lamang niya nang sa muling pagmulat ng kanyang mga mata ay nasa isang madilim na siyang kuwarto... sa kama ng isang hindi niya kilalang lalaki. Akala rin niya ay iyon na ang pinaka-wild na nangyari sa kanya pero hindi pa pala. Mas wild pa pala nang ma-realize niyang napunta siya sa loob ng romance novel na huli niyang nabasa bago siya namatay. Ang masaklap... ang kasalukuyan niyang katauhan ay hindi ang Female Lead, hindi rin ang kontrabidang babae, maski ang secondary character na bestfriend ng Female Lead ay hindi pa rin siya. Siya lang naman ay isang cannon fodder character na hindi man lang naabutan ang simula ng main plotline! May mas masaklap pa pala... ang lalaking nakaniig niya nang unang gabing napunta siya sa loob ng nobela ay walang iba kundi ang Main Villain– ang big boss ng mga big boss ng mga kontrabidang hadlang sa buhay ng Male at Female Lead! Ano na lang ang mangyayari sa kanya kapag nalaman ng malupit na Big Villain na iyon ang nangyari sa kanila? Sigurado siyang hindi na talaga siya aabutan ng pagsisimula ng main plotline kung mananatili siya kaya napagpasyahan na lang niyang tumakas at mangibang bansa. Wala nga lang sa mga plano niya ang sorpresang iniwan sa kanya ng unang gabing iyon.

Adara Fredelina gadis biasa yang bekerja sebagai Admin Workshop pada perusahaan tambang batu bara di pedalaman Kalimantan terjebak dalam alunan cinta yang dibawakan oleh tiga orang pria padanya. Perkenalan yang menjengkelkan dengan seorang Mekanik bernama Hanzel Manuru dihari pertama ia bekerja membuatnya menjalani hari-hari yang penuh kejutan dan tantangan bersama Hanzel Manuru atau dipanggil dengan Hanz. Akibat kejahilan Hanz Adara bertabrakan dengan seorang Mekanik Senior dari PT. TRACKON bernama Arya Mahardika, yang pada akhirnya hubungan Adara dan Arya semakin dekat semenjak peristiwa itu. Sikap Arya yang hangat dan romantis membuat benih cinta tumbuh di hati Adara begitu pula sebaliknya dengan Arya namun keduanya tak berani mengungkapkan perasaan yang mereka miliki karena takut merusak hubungan adik-kakak yang telah mereka bina serta perbedaan keyakinan yang tak ingin mereka paksakan. Disaat Adara berhasil membunuh rasa cintanya pada Arya dan memilih untuk menjalin hubungan yang serius dengan seorang Operator Haul Truck bernama Irwan, Irwan justru menipunya hingga tega menyebarkan fitnah yang hampir membuat Adara di PHK. Arya akhirnya mengungkapkan rasa cintanya pada Adara namun sayang Adara sudah mencintai Hanz. Ketika Hanz dan Adara ingin mengungkapan rasa cinta yang mereka miliki sebuah permainan takdir datang lewat perjodohan Hanz dengan Evelyin anak sahabat ibu Hanz dan kekhilafan satu malam yang dilakukan oleh Adara. Hanz membatalkan pertunangannya dan kembali ke Kalimantan untuk menjemput Adara dan menikah dengannya namun Hanz harus menelan kenyataan pahit karena Adara sudah menikah dengan Diandra lelaki yang diam-diam mencintai Adara.

When the gas cooker exploded and Sharon Milton was close to death, only her five-year-old son, James Collins, was at her side. Her spirit stood next to James and looked at him as he sobbed and called Sean Collins. He begged Sean to come home and save his mommy. However, Sean only scolded him and told him not to lie like Sharon before hanging up. James wiped the tears from his eyes and called 911. When the ambulance finally arrived, Sean appeared and stept in. "Daddy, Mommy is bleeding out and needs the ambulance. Please don't take it from her!" "You little liar. Looks like your mom hasn't taught you very well. Step aside! Riley is due. She needs this ambulance more than Sharon!" James's eyes had turned red due to all the crying, but Sean pushed him away and left without even taking a look back. He got into the ambulance with Riley in his arms. "Daddy... Daddy! Please save Mommy!" James sobbed as he chased after the ambulance, but he didn't see the speeding truck that was heading towards him. Sharon shouted her son's name and wanted to push him away, but there was nothing she could do. She could only watch as James was run over by the truck. Beneath the wheels, there was a pool of blood spreading across the ground. Sharon was about to lose her mind. Over the past years, Sean had abandoned Sharon and James countless times for Riley Winston and her daughter. Whenever Sharon and Sean had an argument about this matter, Sean would always just say that he was repaying Riley's father for saving his life. Sharon just felt that Sean didn't know what he was doing. What she didn't expect was that he didn't care about her and James's lives at all. Sharon felt that she was the one who killed James. Her heart ached as she took her last breath. If there was another life, she just wished that she had nothing to do with Sean.

Bah voilà jme présente ! Moi, c'est Zaïna, orpheline, j'ai 15 ans, je suis Comorienne mais avant tous Musulmane. Malheureusement je ne sais pas pratiquer. J'y connais rien. On ne m'a jamais apprise. On m'a poser à mes 1 ans apparemment. Bref ma vie jvous la racontera après. Bref physiquement ? Jfais 1m60, un truck comme ça ! J'ai une couleur de peau matte. J'ai un corps normal et les formes la où il faut. J'ai les yeux marron claiiiir qui vire au marron foncé quand jsuis énervé. Les cheveux noir/marron, tous est en fonction du soleil. A l'ombre tu les verras noir et au soleil tu les verras marron. Bref ils sont long et y'a beaucoup de volume ! Mais personne sais. C'est chignon ou natte, jamais je les montre. Bref assez parler dmon physique. Jsuis une meuf genre qui parl pas, qui calcule personne mais quand il faut j'ai une grosse bouche et sa peut aller loin en deux quatre six. Dans cette orphelinat, jparle à dégun depuis le drame (A suivre...). On m'appelle même la "muette". Ok leur délire mais m'en bas les couilles je leur répond pas. J'ai un coeur en pierre, double portes blindé, double serrure et trois codes. Rien ne m'atteint à part mon passer mais personne la connait. Bref mes journées se passe comme ça: Réveille => école => boxe => chambre et je bouge plus de la journée. Ah oui oui depuis cette incident j'ai décidé de plus me laisser faire. Mes parents ? Même vu pas jparle. Ils m'ont abandonné dès ma naissance tsssss et voilà ou je suis maintenant DANS UN ORPHELINAT DE MERDE . A suivre...

Christmas time,a time of joy,happiness and laughter for most families. A time of opening presents and most importantly a time of giving. Sadly,this was not the case for the people at the white house.A Christmas celebration going on peacefully suddenly turned into a bloodshed with the President's daughter Lana kidnapped by the most feared terrorist group in Washington D.C. Find out more as dark secrets are unveiled in this thrilling book.

“Ms. Arnold, you really should sign this divorce agreement. Otherwise, I won’t be able to answer to Mr. Fisher.” Jeremy Fisher’s personal lawyer, Cole Stewart, stood in front of Hailey Arnold with an anxious expression. In his hands were a freshly printed divorce agreement, the pages still crisp. This was the thirty-third time Jeremy had asked to divorce her. The first time, Hailey climbed onto the rooftop and jumped. She survived but broke one of her legs. The second time, she slashed her wrist with a small knife, and blood flooded half the bathroom. The third time, she swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills and spent three days in the hospital having her stomach pumped. … Every single time, she had used death to force Jeremy to compromise, but this time, she was tired of it.

“Ipapalaglag mo ang anak natin?!” galit na sigaw ni Carcel sa'kin. “Pinirmahan ko na ang divorce paper 'di ba?! Kaya huwag kang mangialam sa gagawin ko, Carcel!" “Huwag mong idamay ang bata, Jett! Ipanganak mo lang iyan, at kami na ni Gia ang magpapalaki sa kanya!" "Ginag*go mo ba talaga ako, ha?!" tumutulo ang mga luha ko sa sakit. "Gusto mo ba talaga akong durugin nang buong-buo, Carcel? Hindi ba sapat na niloloko mo ako para sa kapatid ko na 'yon at sa anak niya, tapos ngayon gusto mo pang ipanganak ko ang anak natin para kayo na mag-alaga?!" "J-Jett, minahal kita. Pero si Gia na ang mas matimbang sa akin ngayon kaya---" "Kaya nga ipapa-abort ko na lang ang nasa sinapupunan ko! Para tuluyan nang maputol ang koneksyon ko sa'yo!" umiiyak kong sigaw at tumalikod. "No, Jett! Hindi ako papayag na may gawin kang masama sa bata!!" Nagmamadali akong tumakbo sa kalsada para tumawid sa takot na mahabol niya pa ako. "NOOO!! JEEETTT!!!" Subalit nanigas ako sa kinatatayuan nang may isang malaking truck ang malakas na bumusina. Nabulag ako ng ilaw niyon ngunit alam kong nasa harapan ko na ito. Sa pagkabigla ay pawang hinihintay ko na lamang na bumangga sa katawan ko ang truck. "JETT!!" mabilis akong tumilapon sa malamig na semento dahil sa kamay na tumulak sa akin, hindi ako ang nabangga ng truck.  Nanlalaki ang mga mata ko sa gulat nang makita si Carcel na gumulong-gulong sa kalsada kasabay nang pagkalat ng kanyang dugo. "CARCEL!!!" Na-comatose si Carcel sa loob ng limang taon, at nagising siyang may-amnesia. Nakalimutan niya si Gia, at ang pagmamahal sa akin lamang ang naaalala. Ngayon ay umaakto siyang parang hindi siya nagloko at halos magmakaawa sa akin na mahalin ko siyang muli kasama ng four-year-old naming anak na babae.