Ugh Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Heather never asked to get involved with the William quadruplet which not only turn her perfect fake life upside down but also get entangled in their fight of who become the next Lycan King. She is forced into the world of supernatural beings, werewolves and realize many secrets even about herself. However, All four brothers who once detest her now wants her, each as his own. No one dares to lay a hand on her and worst still, she cannot escape from them

Love is a rebel that never plays by the rules. It lives to defy all odds. ~ My name is Seraphina Sterling, and Alexander Harrington is my mortal enemy. His world and mine are all about money and contracts and power. Yet, when an unexpected turn of events collided us together, an unlikely friendship sparked between us, and despite my every instinct, I allowed that friendship to blossom into love. A forbidden love that all odds have sworn to ruin. To tear apart into shreds. Despite after finding out that he is the son of my father’s fiercest rival, the CEO of Glimmering Vision, I still loved him. And he still loved me too, despite knowing that I am the sharp-tongued daughter of the CEO of Radiant Treasures. But then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed when our secret relationship came into the limelight. When the truth was revealed to our parents, I was made by my father to vow an oath never to see Alexander again, but being the defiant daughter that I am, I broke my vow to unite with the love of my life. However, every disobedience has a consequence, and my father has sworn to keep me away from Alexander, even if it means I have to be pawned off in an arranged marriage to the son of his business partner, Derrick Montrell. Now, Derrick is falling in love with me. He is getting obsessed and infatuated with me, also vowing to do anything to win my heart. But my heart already belongs to someone else, and Alexander has sworn to be damned over his dead body if he ever allows any other man to claim me.

Our daughter, Luna Woods, developed a high fever. Her body was burning hot. I immediately dialed 911 for help. The dispatcher on the other end kept repeating his questions. He spoke slowly, as if deliberately stalling for time. By the time I finally heard the ambulance siren, Luna was already turning cold in my arms. In less than a year, my wife and I separated. We were consumed by endless grief and blamed for each other. Afterward, I merely existed for the sake of it. I was a hollow shell of a man. Then, one day, I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife. The moment I played the audio invitation, a chill ran down my spine. The groom’s voice was identical to that of the slow, dawdling dispatcher from that year! I rushed out, utterly distraught, only to be hit by a roaring train. When I opened my eyes again, I heard Luna crying in the next room. Her forehead was burning hot. My wife hurriedly handed me the phone. “Quick, call 911! I’ll get a wet towel.” My hands trembled as I took the phone. When it was answered, I heard a familiar male voice through the receiver. “911, what’s your emergency?”

At gatherings in our circle, people always bring up a joke. "The Snow family's worthless son-in-law cannot have children, so he keeps sending other men to Grace Snow's bed. How I wish my man had that kind of awareness." What they do not know is that all of those men are arranged by my father-in-law in my name. Grace throws the first one out and has a huge argument with me. Then, she buys me a luxury watch worth over a hundred million dollars to cheer me up. The second time a man is sent to her, she immediately feels sick after only touching his hand. We argue again. This time, she buys me a manor, saying that I'm the only one she wants by her side. But when it comes to the tenth one… She closes the door and does not come out all night. We stop arguing, and we stop speaking to each other. Everyone thinks I will do anything to secure my place in the Snow family and will cling to them for the rest of my life. But when I take out the divorce agreement, no one believes it—including Grace herself.

I was an ordinary mortal girl who lived at the foot of Mount Olympus. Caelum, King of the Gods, descended from the heavens for me once, transforming himself into a shower of gold. He took me to the peak of Olympus over every other god’s objection. He built a shrine on the mountain that belonged to me alone, every god on Olympus knew the same truth: I was the only mortal love of Caelum’s endless life. Then I gave birth to our daughter, Nia. The Fates declared her a cursed child whose existence would bring disaster to the gods, and Nia and I were sent back down to the small cottage at the foot of the mountain. Seraphina, Goddess of Flame, said she could help cleanse Nia of the curse, and with Caelum’s quiet consent she came every month and burned my daughter with divine fire. Nia screamed under that fire, sobbing for me . I ran into the temple to beg Caelum to stop it, and I found him in bed with Seraphina. The pure, holy Goddess of Flame was moaning beneath him. They threw me into the depths of Tartarus, where Seraphina handed me over to the Erinyes to be torn apart day after day. When Nia turned five, they finally let me out, but by then my Nia had been burned to ash. The day I was gathering her ashes, the message stone in my room suddenly lit up, and a projection flickered out of it: Caelum, as he had been five years ago. His eyes were full of joy and anticipation, and his voice was so gentle it almost made me believe time had folded back on itself. “Sweetheart, is it a boy or a girl? Did our child inherit my power?” In the projection his expression shifted, and the smile froze on his face. That was when the door of my room was pushed open, and the present-day Caelum, five years older than the man in the stone, strode inside. I turned the message stone around so the Caelum from five years ago could see Nia’s urn with his own eyes. “It’s a girl,” I said. “But she didn’t live long enough to inherit your power. She was burned to ash.”

Difficult to get along with the in-laws, constant arguments with the only brother-in-law, worsened by the man labeled as her husband... it's like having your head detached while your toes are being tickled, making Samanta Kiehl constantly cultivate patience. Until her sincere love is rewarded with a divorce letter. Her question always spins in her head. Is this luck or misfortune for her? But Samanta remains Samanta. She lets it all resonate in her life. She believes that payback will come. Someday, there will be a life and a new man whom she will tread with tranquility. But when? Isn't human patience supposed to have its limits?

The buzzing of my phone in the middle of the night jolted me awake. On the other end of the line came a voice I could never forget. It was my daughter! However, she died three years ago!

Synopsis They stripped her of her name, called her Prisoner Twelve, and left her to rot in chains. For four years, Natille endured wolfsbane scars, silver shackles, and silence from the family who should have saved her. Not once did her mother visit. Not once did her sister speak her defense. And the boy she once loved—Florian—watched her exile without lifting a hand. Now the gates open. Florian waits at the end of the path. “Grandmother misses you. The Alpha King pardoned you. Come home.” But home is poison. Her sister Navy smiles through rehearsed tears, wearing the life that was once Natille’s. Her brother Ronan sneers that she only seeks pity. Her mother weeps too late. And yet her grandmother, Elder Nelda, defies them all: “You are mine. This house is your house.” Every scar on Natille’s body is proof of betrayal, but the Wilsons call her manipulative, ungrateful, a danger to their name. Even Florian—now promised to Navy—warns her not to lean on pride. But pride is all Natille has left. And when Navy plunges into the deadly Moon Pool, it’s Natille who dives into silver-laced waters to save her. In a single night, she becomes both savior and suspect, her very survival sparking what could tear the Wilsons apart.

TW: ️This story is a dark romance filled with angst and loaded with spicy moments. You have been warned. 18+ Jay: I made one mistake when I was eighteen. I slept with my best friend’s little sister. One night I’ve never forgotten. One girl I should have stayed away from. By morning, I was gone—leaving behind secrets and a heartbreak that lasted ten years. Now I’m back. An NHL superstar with a reputation as dangerous as my shot. Madison still looks at me like I ruined her life. Maybe I did. But the moment I see her again, I know one thing. I never stopped wanting her. And this time? I’m not walking away.

Student Elizabeth works in a dead-end hotel job to makes ends meet, but she dreams of a better life. When she foolishly decides to shower in the penthouse bathroom of one of the hotel guests, it has consequences she did not expect. A Billionaire, BDSM, Erotic Romance.Bought By The Billionaire is created by Simone Leigh, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.