Vanessa Eric Mga Nobela at Kwento

I thought I was just signing a contract. Six months. That was all. Six months living in a mansion I could barely comprehend, caring for a child I had never met, and following rules I didn’t agree to. Then I met him. Cade Ashford — cold, commanding, and impossibly handsome. The kind of man who makes the world feel smaller just by looking at you… and yet, somehow, larger, heavier, full of impossible expectations. Chloe, the little girl who clung to me with cautious trust, became my reason to fight. And just when I thought I was beginning to find my footing, she returned. Vanessa — flawless, manipulative, and dangerous — a woman who would stop at nothing to reclaim the life she thought was hers… and who had no intention of letting me survive this mansion unscathed. Every day, I am tested. Every day, I must prove I’m strong enough, clever enough, and brave enough to protect Chloe and survive Cade’s scrutiny. But in a house full of secrets, power, and hidden agendas, can I survive long enough to discover the truth? Or will I lose everything — the child who trusts me, the man whose heart is both a fortress and a temptation, and even myself — to the shadows lurking behind the mansion walls? Six months. One chance. One contract. And the question that haunts me: Who in this house can I really trust?

On the tenth day after I perished in the avalanche, my husband finally remembered me. His first love was suffering from aplastic anemia and urgently needed a bone marrow transplant—one that only I could provide. He came home holding a donation consent form, ready for me to sign, only to find the house empty. Kelly leaned weakly against him. "Vanessa must really hate me. She doesn't want to donate her bone marrow, so she ran away on purpose, didn't she?" "Maybe we should just forget it," she sighed. "I can hold on a little longer." Caden gently comforted her, his heart aching. "I won't let anything happen to you." "It's just a bone marrow donation. It's not like she'll die from it." Then he pulled out his phone and sent me a message: [No matter where you are, come back immediately and sign the donation consent form.] [Don't be so selfish! Kelly is seriously ill. If she doesn't get a transplant soon, she'll die. It's just bone marrow—I'm not asking for your life!] [If you keep refusing, I'll stop paying for your mother's medical bills!] Caden… I died the moment you walked away from the ski resort with Kelly. The avalanche buried me and our unborn child beneath the snow. My mother, in her desperate attempt to save me, was torn apart by wild wolves. How could you not know?

On my eighteenth birthday, Alpha Alex Seinfeld placed photos of his two sons in front of me and told me to choose one to be my mate. Without hesitation, I chose his eldest son, Eric Seinfeld. Every werewolf in the room stared in disbelief. After all, everyone thought I was hopelessly obsessed with his younger son, Wayne Seinfeld. I had long decided that I would become his mate. In the past life, I got exactly what I wanted and completed the marking ceremony with Wayne. Because of that, he successfully inherited the Alpha position. But not long after the ceremony, I discovered he had been secretly seeing my younger sister, Nala Graham. My father flew into a rage and married Nala off to the Greywind Pack in the south. Wayne believed I was the one behind it. From that day forward, he hated me. He surrounded himself with countless shewolves. Every one of them looked similar to Nala. I knew he was trying to punish me. On the day my sister Nala gave birth to the Greywind Pack Alpha's pup, Wayne secretly replaced my pregnancy medicine with slow-acting wolfsbane. I died with resentment while pregnant with my unborn pup. Thanks to the Moon Goddess, I was given a second chance at life. This time, I decided to let them be with each other. What I never expected was that the Moon Goddess had also given Wayne a second life. He had been reborn too.

My name is Evelyn Brown. I represent the company in the IPO bidding process. Halfway through my presentation, I notice everyone in the room staring at me with puzzled expressions. In that instant, I realize my PowerPoint slides have been swapped for a "Paid Surrogate" advertisement. The wording is utterly humiliating. "I've lived the first 20 years of my life in a poor mountain village. I'm healthy and can promise a son. My price is negotiable." I rush backstage, only to see the impoverished student my father, Eric Brown, has sponsored for years laughing uncontrollably. Leaning against my fiance, Dwayne Woodruff, Katherine Cadwell says, "Oh, Ms. Brown, don't be upset! I was just teasing you to lighten the mood. You just got back home. Don't stress yourself out so much." I grab her arm, insisting she come out and explain herself. But out of nowhere, Dwayne shoves me to the floor. "You've just returned," he says. "We only pulled a little prank on you because we didn't want you to be too tense. If you can't handle even this amount of pressure, how can you be expected to take over the company?" I can't help but scoff. Right in front of them, I send the live recording straight to my father, the CEO. Without a second thought, I dial his number. "Dad, look at what your 'star scholarship student' just pulled. Can we have her and Dwayne kicked out of the company?"

The day I dissolved the mate bond, I called my childhood friend to pick me up. I had a bank card with barely any balance left, my phone, and the same clothes I had worn the day I moved into this house. That was everything I owned after all those years living in the pack. My mate, Derek Anderson, called to say I had left a few things behind. "Forget it. Just throw them away." He seemed reluctant to give up. "Your son keeps saying he wants to see you." I dragged my suitcase behind me and walked away without looking back. "Tell him he'll have a new mom soon. The one he's always wanted." Like father, like son. They even fell for the same woman. In the past, I would have asked myself, 'Why won't they even look at me? I've given them so much.' Now, I felt nothing. If they didn't love me, then so be it. I would let them go and let myself go in the process too. My childhood best friend, Eric Keaton, helped me with my luggage and opened the door of his Maybach. I said one last thing to my mate. "I won't ever disturb you and your son again." After a long time, he found me. He grabbed my arm like a madman and stared at me in despair. "Leah Sullivan, why don't you care about us anymore?"

BLURB ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** You can’t force me to go with you,” I sneered. “I will carry you myself, Vanessa, if you insist on acting like a kid.” “I‘ll yell out for help, someone will hear.” “And sentence your loved ones to death? I think not,” he squinted. “What was their name again, Alena… Eugene" “Kai, don’t you dare touch my loved ones!” I said in gritted teeth as I walked closer to him, warning him, “Or else I will— He scoffed, and he grabbed my hand. “You will what? Huh?” Tears began to fall freely from my eyes. “Kia, don’t touch the ones I love!” I said in between tears. “We made a deal,” he said, grabbing my hands as I struggled to be free from his grip. “There is no going back. If you ever run away again, I won’t even give you a preview, you will attend the funeral of your loved ones.” his voice was dangerously low. Hot tears fell from my eyes. “I won’t touch you, so that you can suffer for your mistake,” he smirked. “You and I know, the pain is worse than death,” he said in a whisper. I closed my eyes and let tears cascade down my cheeks. I now understood what I had done. Understood that I had made a deal with the monster who was once my lover. I was foolish to think he had changed.

I paid the ultimate price in my last life for being too polite to refuse others. During a summer vacation, four children ended my life. "Talia, we’re already on the way to your place. We should be there in about two hours. No need to prepare anything special. Just keep things the way you normally do. Don’t fuss." I stared blankly as the voice came through my phone. The agony of my skin being scalded raw by boiling-hot stew was still vivid in my mind. When I had struggled and begged for help, those children had dragged me back together. In the chaos, I had fallen from the seventh floor and died with my eyes wide open. I glanced at the calendar on the wall. I had been reborn. In my previous life, my sister-in-law, Vanessa Mercer, had dumped her four kids at my home for the summer and left. I was forced to care for six children alone and was pushed to the brink of collapse. Simply because I wouldn’t let my nephew, Jaxon Mercer, play on his tablet for hours on end, and because I told him not to wander around the house in nothing but his underwear, the conflict escalated until it led to that horrifying death. My whole body trembled at the memory. I rushed into the bedroom, grabbed my identification documents, and fled toward the high-speed rail station with my two daughters, Kaia and Nova Mercer. "Mom, where are we going?" "I'm taking you on a trip. We’re going to have as much fun as we want!"

My woozy brain managed to register my body being laid on a soft bed... I held on tightly to his neck, grinning stupidly, "you're so handsome. I like to kiss handsome men." A soft chuckle, "darling, you..." I raised my head to jam my lips with his, cutting him off. ************************************************** The accident that was meant to end her, put Roxanne in coma for a year. When she woke up, her memory was a blank. Then she finds herself in a contract marriage with Josh Caldwell, her CEO husband, who's betrothed to marry the true heiress of the powerful Gilmore Empire. Five years later, her husband's woman is back. Vanessa Gilmore — the beautiful, manipulative heiress of Gilmore Empire. Roxanne is tossed aside. The boy she'd taken care of since he was a baby was snatched from her. She has lost...and she knows it. Then comes Kylian Caldwell, the half brother of her ex-husband, a well known playboy and black sheep of the Caldwell, to the rescue. With him by her side, she's about to discover that the past isn't dead...and that her memory holds the key to unlocking secrets, including her stolen identity and the child she didn't know she'd given birth to. But when the truth finally comes spilling and two brothers fight for her heart, will she be able to stand against the enemies who will stop at nothing to keep what is rightfully hers, even if it means driving a wedge between her and the man who's ready to rain down hell just to protect her?

Synopsis Every one knows what a prostitute do. You sleep with men, get your cash and walk out. No strings attached. Gosh! What if I say am a prostitute and still a virgin. Unbelievable right? Well you gonna find out soon. My name is Katherine Adam, a twenty four years old lady. A Nigerian Lady. A lady with dreams. I never wish to find myself here in Russia and end up been a prostitute. My sister. Blood sister made me believe her lies about being a manager in a company and would love if I join her in Russia. I felt so happy but didn't know I was digging my grave. The so called manager is a prostitute. She lured me to join her, threatening me. I decided to put on a smart face and gave in. One secret she doesn't know , I don't sleep with men but I made sure I make money that day. Do you know what I use on men? Gonna find that too. My life has been like this until I met someone. He's cold, arrogant and over possessive. His name Eric Darwin. The sex freak. The guy who wanted me at all cost. And I ended up falling for him. Will I ever think of losing my dignity cause of him? Did he even love me back? Should I revenge on my sister for tricking me into the mess? A lot of questions are crossing my mind right now, but there's always an answer to it. This is how my life goes.

A struggling Internet entrepreneur, a Pulitzer Prize winning reporter, a wife of an impressionable state senator, and a famous voice over actress find themselves caught in a web of espionage and intrigue that threatens their lives and those of everyone they know. When the undercover agents first approached Melanie Tyler and Kathleen O=Brian the night of their 30th high school reunion, the women could never have imagined that their innocent game of playing spies from a 60=s television show would become a real life confrontation with one of the most insidious criminal minds of their generation. Melanie "Mel" Tyler and Kathleen "Katie" Conner have been best friends since kindergarten. As teenagers, their favorite television show was The Man from U.N.C.L.E. The girls even had a hidden room where they kept files on various schoolmates. But after graduating from high school, everyone in the graduating class went their separate ways. Mel's voice-over talent landed her a high-paying job in Los Angeles while Katie married her high school sweetheart, James O'Brien, now the youngest member of the Minnesota State Senate. Mel and Katie find it difficult to believe that they are about to attend Abbeyville High School's thirtieth reunion. Seeing most of their former classmates should be fun, but there are a few that the ladies hoped would not attend. Unfortunately, the three worst do make an appearance. Charles Haussman and Eric Kramer were bullies back in school and they have not forgotten how the ladies once bested them. Then there is Wyatt Gaynes, the jock that Melanie had a crush on - along with many other female students. A novel of romance and adventure for Baby Boomers, fans of "The Man from U.N.C.L.E." and anyone who has ever attended their high school reunion!