Twelve Tone Scale

In the third year of her marriage to Anthony Lancaster, Simone Nolan is still the envy of every woman in Avenport. "Mr. Lancaster treats Mrs. Lancaster so well! Last time, she just coughed once, and he immediately gave her a full physical." "She married the nation's most authoritative doctor, after all. May I be this blissful in my next life!" Simone smiles, long used to the nurses' chatter. She's about to push the door open when she hears an argument inside. She falters. "Mr. Lancaster, are we still going to terminate Mrs. Lancaster's pregnancy later? This is already the third time!" "I've already told you that whenever Simone gets pregnant, an abortion has to be performed, no matter how many times." Anthony's cool voice pierces Simone's ears. Her face instantly becomes ashen. "But why? She has always wanted to have your children." Anthony's tone is icily sharp. "It's because of that surgery three years ago. I removed one of Simone's kidneys and gave it to Winona."

"I loved you, Isabelle, but not anymore. Allison here is carrying my child." Morris said, his tone firm and unyielding. ** After four years of marriage without kids, Isabelle finally took in through IVF. She is on her way home to show her husband the pregnancy test result when she decides to stop by her friend's - Allison's place. There, she gets the shock of her life. Her dear husband in bed, naked with her friend - Allison. The only two people in this world she takes as family have just betrayed her. Struggling to cope, Isabelle is called back to the hospital where she's told there was a mistake during the insemination. The child she is carrying belongs to another man - Carlos Fernandez, the ruthless billionaire. And not just that; her husband's sperms was too weak to initiate fertilization. Meaning that he's impotent. So, if Morris is impotent, whose child is Allison carrying? Isabelle returns home only to be served with divorce papers... What happens after the truth about Allison's pregnancy is exposed? Will Carlos accept Isabelle as she is the wrong surrogate? Find out as you keep reading.

For the hundredth time, my dad hints at us that he really wants to become a grandfather during New Year Eve's dinner. Lydia Cooper, my wife who has insisted on living a childless life for the past decade, just smiles before placing more food on his plate. After dinner, she ducks out to the balcony and murmurs into her phone, "Be good, now. Mommy will visit you a few days later." I can feel my blood running cold in my veins as I stand in the living room with a glass of water. As I approach Lydia, I do my best to keep my voice light and teasing. "I just heard you say the word 'mommy.' Do you have an illegitimate child out there somewhere?" Lydia rubs her nose, her tone now awkward. "You might be hearing things. It was just my friend's child…" My heart plunges into my stomach pit at her words. I've been in love with Lydia for ten years. It's only natural that I know how she acts whenever she's lying.

“We…shouldn’t be doing this,” Stacey moaned as she felt Noah’s lips kiss the side of her neck. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispered. “I’m twelve years older than you; what would the world say?” “I don’t care what the damn world says. The only thing I care about is the woman in front of me.” He kissed her on that same sensitive spot on her neck. “So I say again, Professor, tell me to stop and I will.” ****** 32-year-old Stacey Smith's life comes crashing down when she discovers her husband's betrayal. Seeking comfort, her best friend drags her to a club where she ends up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Stacey is shocked to realize the guy she slept with is one of her students, the popular star basketball player of her school, 20-year-old Noah Baker. What happens when an unlikely romance blooms between the two? In an era of scrutiny and criticism, how would they handle the world's reaction to their unusual love? And with Noah’s future hanging on the line, her ex-husband and a new love interest her age after Stacey, would they be able to overcome all the challenges they face, or would they cave in and walk different paths?

When Annabelle learned of the pregnancy of her twin sister Annabella as well as her marriage to a powerful sultan, she was happy and was even more delighted when the latter invited her for the preparations. Annabelle found that these two months would be the perfect opportunity for them to get closer and share a certain complicity. And that...even though Annabella was mean and dismissive of her... Once there, Anabelle discovered that the powerful sultan who was going to marry her sister was none other than the man with whom she had spent an intense night of passion 3 months ago. If the Sultan seemed to have forgotten her, the passion between them was still present... As she couldn't shorten his stay, he had only to avoid her... Avoid her as much as possible. she could... But... Fate had other plans for them... Plans that risked ruining Annabelle's plans. - I'm pregnant, Kara... Said the young woman in a desperate tone as the tears came back to her cheeks. - Wait what? From whom...? Why are you crying...damn! - I'm pregnant by my brother-in-law. I am carrying the child of my sister's future husband!

When I'm on the verge of dying, the kidnapper who has kidnapped me calls my fiance, Connor Weston, who's also the youngest patrol officer in the pack. The call goes through, only for us to hear Connor's voice, which is filled with suppressed rage. "Sylvia Kline, I'll give you three seconds to stop bothering me. Vivian's initiation ceremony will take place at night three days later. If you dare pull off another one of your tricks again—" "Connor…" Blood gushes out of my mouth as soon as I open it. My voice is so hoarse that I don't sound like myself at all. "Save… me…" "Your acting's pretty good," Connor cuts me off, his tone filled with disdain. "Listen, if you dare skip out on the ceremony and embarrass me in front of the entire pack, you can forget about going home." After that, the line goes dead. In the end, I die from mutilation. It's fine, Connor. I can't go home for real this time.

What a small world. As Elaine Johnson was checking in at the hotel front desk, she happened to bump into Jasper Carter's young mistress —a girl who looked like an innocent college student. She was dressed in a simple white cotton dress, pure and demure, with a shy, sweet smile. "Hello, here's your room key. You'll be staying in the executive suite on the top floor," the receptionist said. "Thank you, miss," the girl replied softly, taking the key. Just then, her phone rang. Elaine overheard her speaking bashfully to the person on the other end: "Mr. Carter, I... I'm already here. When will you be coming?" Her tone was soft, a little nervous, filled with affectionate anticipation. A moment later, Elaine heard her add, "Mhm, I'll wait for you. No rush. Please drive carefully, Mr. Carter." The girl's voice was so sweet and tender, it could have melted anyone's heart. Elaine could not help thinking that her husband had good taste — the girl was young and beautiful, gentle and thoughtful, the kind of woman any man would find hard to resist.

After my financial reports were replaced with blank pages, the company was thrown into a legal and financial crisis. As the accountant, I was accused of falsifying records. I was charged, convicted, and sent to prison. Three years later, I was finally released. My CEO husband and our son came to pick me up in person. Just when I was touched by their loyalty, believing they had stood by me through it all, I overheard their conversation. "Dad, Winona wanted that villa in the suburbs, so you used company funds to buy it. But Mom was the one who got blamed for the falsified accounts. She spent three years behind bars, shunned by everyone. Even I got teased by my friends because of her." Hank took our son's hand, his tone grave. "We agreed never to bring this up again. Back then, Winona needed a place to live. I had no choice but to use the company's money, and your mom had to take the fall." That was the moment I realized—my years in prison, the public disgrace, the humiliation… had all been part of a plan. A plan crafted by the very man I trusted with my life.

"She's wolfless, mother," his tone was cold as usual. A wolfless mate meant one of two things; There was a high chance of birthing a wolfless pup and there was a lower chance of birthing a pup- in this case, the next Alpha. "You would subject your only son and heir to the Pride Family Pack to this fate?" He asked his mother in an accusing tone. "What’s so special about her anyways!" There was nothing Irene hadn't heard from him. She had taken his insults, numbing her pain with her love for him but when she stumbled upon him giving his mate bite to the Beta's daughter, Irene was sure she'd had enough. She fled, unknown to her, with their children in her womb. ***** "Return to our pack and be by my side again," she never thought he was capable of those words. He was yet to know about their children, perhaps did he really want her back or was he just curious about her identity that was slowly coming to light? #weaktostrong #SecretIdentity #Secretbabies #ChasingEx-Wife #ArrangedMarriage #DestinedMates #AlphaXAlpha Author: E.V Lunar Copyright: Ideaink Six Cats

"Don't wear a white colour dress and please don't let your hair open. I would appreciate it if you never use this pink shade lipstick" he said in a full serious yet husky tone that surely gives chillness to her spine. She never gets intimidated by anyone like this. Who the hell he is? She battled her eyes and looked to meet his brownies. She took the courage to ask him "why?" He smirked at her flustered face and bends to her height. She took steps back and hits the wall behind. "Because. I can't stop myself from kissing you" he said while the train just went away along with Clara who stood there paralyzed hearing Alex's words. Did he just propose to her? ###### Clara looked at the frame which they clicked before. A lone tear escaped her eyes. Will she be able to forget everything and move on?  Alex regretted the moment he fell for that girl. He doesn't want to remember anything related to her. But is it even easy?  Both looked at the stars and wished to forget everything,