Novel & Cerita Unspeakable Water Bottle

The day I agree to marry James Hunt, he is eager to announce our love to the whole world. Later, when I get pregnant, he even acquires a hospital so that I can rest easy and focus on the baby. But during a checkup in my sixth month, I overhear a chilling conversation. "Mr. Hunt, the baby's developing well, but it's too large. The delivery could put the mother's life at risk." James only laughs, cold and unbothered. "So what if she dies? I only married her to give me children." The smile on my face freezes, and it feels like I have been plunged into ice. His next words cut me even deeper. "She pushed Natasha into the water, and now Natasha can never have children. This is nothing but her retribution." The perfect happiness I think I have is nothing more than a lie. So, I quietly register at another hospital and schedule an abortion. James, I hope you live to regret this.

Maynard Hansen planned a luxury birthday cruise for Darlene Thompson, but the cruise ship capsized when a violent storm swept in without warning. Without hesitation, Maynard gave the last seat on the lifeboat to Darlene. As I struggled in the water, my son, Waldo Hansen—whom I carried for nine months and gave birth to—cried out, "Don't let Mom up! She'll push Ms. Thompson off." Clutching nothing but a broken plank, I somehow made it to shore. By the time I collapsed on the sand, I was frozen, exhausted, and done. I had never felt so alone. Shortly after, I found myself clutching a diagnosis of severe depression in my hand. I was ready to bring this wretched life to a quiet end. But when my husband and son realized I truly didn't want to live anymore, they collapsed into tears. They wrapped their arms around me as they sobbed, "Please don't leave us. We really can't live without you."

After the New Year, some of my husband's former students are back to visit him. So, my husband, Isaac Cooper, treats them to dinner. They greet us warmly, but when they first see me, there is a hint of surprise in their eyes. In the private room, Isaac takes my hand. Everyone starts teasing us. "Mr. and Mrs. Cooper are so loving. I'm so jealous!" I lower my head shyly and excuse myself to the restroom, only to overhear two of his students chatting. "I was startled just now. I thought Mr. Cooper's wife would be Lilith Walker." "But Mrs. Cooper looks so much like her. When she walked in, I almost mistook her for Lilith." I freeze on the spot. I know Lilith is Isaac's ex-girlfriend, but I have never seen her in person. Cold water runs over my hands. As I look at my carefully made-up face in the mirror, I suddenly feel a wave of nausea.

"I've found that pain makes liars." His voice was husky and low. "But pleasure brings answers." His finger slid through the slick mess he had made of me, and I clamped my mouth shut, refusing to give into his lunacy. There was nothing else to say to him.  But I desperately wanted and needed more of him. Sage is a young woman who is lonely and down on her luck. One day, she falls into a fairy ring and is immediately swept up by a mysterious man who takes her captive. Fynn is a fae prince who was cursed by a water witch to find his mate within a hundred years. Otherwise, he'll lose everything. When Sage falls into his path, he is concerned she is somehow connected to his enemies and refuses to trust her. However, he can't deny the overwhelming attraction he feels for her. Falling for my Fae Captor is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

It's been five years now since Claire escaped from the man she had had a one night stand with at the bar where she worked as a bar maid. By God! the man was wonderfully made, he was the man in every girl's wet dreams. With his dark and Mysterious looks, he was still so appealing. She had decided to visit him that night to tell him she had gotten pregnant for him, But then, she got the shock of her life. Her mysterious Lover was a freaking Werewolf!!! Ever since she ran away that night, she had kept running, with his child growing in her stomach. And now she has settled down in this city, far away from Jake. Working at another bar, that she now owned. The door bell rang. "We are closed" Claire said, her back facing the door, she was arranging washed glasses and bottles of drinks on the shelf behind the bar. "I noticed" Claire froze!. She whirled around to face the man still standing by the door. "Christ!" She screamed dropping a rum bottle she was holding, which shattered loudly as it landed on the hard floor. " No darling, it's Jake" He smiled. All she could think about at the moment was "Nate" her son...Well technically their son! Will Claire be able to accept the supernatural nature of her ex-lover? And let him into her life and the life of their son..who God knows needed his father. Jake on the other hand is being hunted by a ruthless werewolf hunter who had murdered his pack...and now is after him, the Alpha. Will he be able to protect himself and the woman he loves? And what happens when he finds out he has a son, who turned out to an hybrid!?

“I sat on his lap, my face inches from his, my breath unsteady, his heat pressing against me as his eyes held mine. He dropped the cigar into a tray, leaned in, and his lips almost touched mine, but at the last moment I shifted, pulling back, and his low chuckle rumbled against my skin. “Oh, girl, you do not want to go down that path,” he said, his fingers tracing down the line of my neck until suddenly he stilled, his hand brushing against the tattoo marked into my skin. He leaned in closer, reading aloud in a low voice. “Jareth Gleb.” The name froze the air between us. “That’s… my father’s name,” I whispered, my breath shaky, and the moment the words left me, I saw the shock flash across his face. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me off his lap so fast I stumbled. ” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Paris was born of divine blood, a Zara Spiritborn, daughter of beauty and seduction itself. Her face could stop hearts, her presence could ruin men. After losing her parents, she fell under the rule of her cruel stepmother, Selene, who turned her beauty into a weapon. By day, Paris was a princess. By night, she was the realm’s most desired stripper, dancing for masked Alphas who would pay mountains of gold just to touch her. Betrayed by the boy she loved and sold to Vincent the mad king, unknowingly to pay off a debt, only to discover that this tyrant is none other than her father’s brother. A man whose cruel hands are capable of untold violence and unspeakable desire. But passion bends every law, every taboo. Vincent finds himself falling for Paris is his niece and the only woman he should never desire but yet cannot resist.

...Maurice stood looking at me, his eyes bright with fury. I saw him tight his fist and loosen it. “Let's get this damn meeting done!" He said, heading towards where I sat. “Of course we should, loser!" “Sit!" I ordered. Maurice stared menacingly at me for a few seconds, before he began to head to the empty bistro chair at my side. ‘Was this pauper thinking he could do anything stupid?!' I scoffed, sipping from my glass again before calling to one of my men. “Get another glass, Bill!" I ordered. Bill went in and in a flash he arrived with a glass in his hands, opening the bottle of spirit and pouring it to the empty glass. “I don't drink during business meetings" Maurice said. “Touché!" I chuckled, waving Bill away. **** Billionaire daughter, Natalie Escobar faces the dilemma of choosing between Kevin Fidell and Maurice Brown. Kevin Fidell is the heir of a multi billion dollar company, the son of her father's best friend and a smooth operator when it comes to love making. Maurice on the other hand, is a smart young man, insanely in love with Natalie and determined to keep the love burning despite Jane being in the picture. When Natalie's father faces a huge downfall in his company, Kevin and his father comes to the rescue, leaving Natalie with no choice than to accept Kevin's marriage proposal. In the eve of their wedding, the worst happens. Kevin's real identity comes to light. Would she proceed with the wedding or would she accept Maurice instead despite his low financial status?. Swipe through the book and find out!

My father-in-law said he wanted to experience "how the young folks have fun these days," so I took him to my wife's newly opened upscale cocktail bar for a quiet drink. I’d just finished ordering him a custom cocktail when a man from a booth across the room swaggered over, glass in hand. His eyes scanned the drink menu on our table, and a condescending smirk twisted his lips. "Only ordering the cheapest well drinks?" he sneered. "Brought the old man here to enjoy the free air conditioning? Trash like you belongs in a dive bar. Who even let you in here?" Anger burned in my chest. I stood up, my jaw clenched. "We're paying customers. What's it to you?" But before I could say another word, his face darkened with pure rage. He snatched the half-finished beer bottle from our table and smashed it on my head. "My girl owns this place!" he snarled. "Even if I crack your skull open, I can afford the payout! You filthy pauper—either get on your knees and lick my shoes dry, or get the hell out of my sight. You're an eyesore." The beer dripped down my face. My hands trembled with fury as I wiped it away. Then, a cold calm settled over me. I opened my phone, switched to the camera, and went live. "Alright, everyone," I said into the screen. "You won't want to miss this. We're going live to catch my cheating wife and see the double life she's been leading."

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.

SYNOPSIS If love was the price, how much would you be willing to pay… Cursed with insanity by the moon goddess, a frail love becomes the fate of Glenn who is destined to walk the seven circles of life till she finds a willing mate to break her away from the shackles of her self-destruction. She is cast out by her own— Betrayed by her sister and first mate — and banished to the outside cruel world of humanity to meet with an unknown fate With secrets and her true identity buried in the facade of a timid shopkeeper, true love beckons at her when she meets her Second Chance Mate—Santiago, a Doctor and Animal scientist working on a project that could endanger her own race. Her supposed new love life with her chosen human mate is upon troubled water, as a fling from the part threatens to wreck the sailing ship of her happily ever after. Would Hope flicker with iridescent wings out of her darkest Pandora? Or would her soul be doomed to an eternal abyss?