Walking Away From Unloving Fiance

After my crimes, I surrendered myself to the police. My fiance rushed over and questioned me, “You didn’t steal anything, so why’re you admitting it?!” I spread my hands. I decided to spend the rest of my life in prison. In my previous life, my fiance’s childhood sweetheart, Selene, had caused trouble everywhere after she returned to her home country. First, she stole things from a mall. Then, she dined and dashed. Finally, she ran a red light and killed someone. The mall manager, the restaurant owner, and the victim’s family all cornered me. I was puzzled. Why did they come after me for the things Selene did? Later, they accused me in front of the police of stealing, dining and dashing, and committing a hit-and-run. Apparently, they had mistaken me for Selene. But Selene and I looked nothing alike. I requested the surveillance footage as proof of their claims. The footage somehow showed that I was the one who had stolen things, dined and dashed, and committed a hit-and-run. My denial was useless without evidence. The footage, on the other hand, was foolproof. The victim’s family stabbed me to death out of rage. Even as I died, I could not understand why all the crimes Selene committed ended up becoming mine. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the very day Selene stole things from the mall.

I went abroad for three years to build a lab and save my husband's company from collapse. After endless struggles, I finally cracked the technical problems and developed the core technology. When I returned home with that breakthrough, I saw the airport video board plastered with the same impossible headline—my husband was getting married. I felt a hot, furious ache and took a taxi straight to the venue. … A woman who had cared for our household for years blocked me at the gate and sneered. "Who do you think you are, showing up at the Stone family's wedding? Get out of here, or I'll get security to throw you out." For a moment, I stood rooted, but then the bride appeared, walking out of the villa in a wedding gown. It was the woman Adrian Stone had once told me was dead—his first love, Evelyn Sutton. She wore my wedding ring on her finger and looked at me with pure contempt. "You want to make a scene at my wedding?" she said. "If you do, you're really asking for trouble. My husband, Adrian, won't hesitate to take care of you." I folded my arms and let out a cold laugh. "Adrian's getting married? Funny, I don't recall getting an invitation."

As a human luna in the werewolf world, Amelia has always strived to fit in, even attempting what werewolves believe is impossible—conceiving a child with her Alpha fated mate, Damien. When miracle finally happens and her dream comes true, she's eager to tell Damien. Only for her to find out that her dear husband already asked the pack's Beta daugher, who Amelia knows is secretly obssessed with Damien, to be his surrogate and she is pregnant too....

The night before my fiancé, Soren, and I were supposed to leave for Northern Europe to start our new life, the sounds of a lively discussion drifted from his private club. "Christ, Boss, are you insane? Why the sudden marriage alliance with the Rosetti family to make a play for Italy? Didn't you say you were getting out of the life with Abby and heading north?" Soren leaned back into a leather sofa, his voice nonchalant and muffled by a cloud of smoke. "Plans change. Besides, remember, I'm the one who made her who she is." "Once she sees the new empire I'm building, that little canary will come flying right back to my cage. The woman can't live without me." I stood in the shadows of the club, a wine glass in my hand, a dull ache blooming in my chest. The anniversary gift I had so carefully chosen for Soren was still in my purse, waiting for me to give it to him. I slipped out of the smoke-filled club, tossed the gift into the nearest trash can, and booked a one-way ticket to Northern Europe. But what he didn't know was that just as he could betray our future for Monica, I could abandon him for mine. All those years we spent dancing with death were never just for his sake.

“I want to crush your body and soul. That golden look I want to steal it away”“You are sick” I screamed trying to push him away.Fingers wrapped around my throat, gently holding me against the wall, but making sure I could not move“I want to take this happy spirit of yours and it into mine; I want to be happy also. I don’t know how else to do it other than to touch you Marie”I looked on as he lowered his , teeth digging into mine, he bit my bottom lip, I cried out in pain, he used the opportunity to fully delve into my mouth. When Queen bee Marie Richwood, is forced from the comfort of her home to South Africa, she decides to continue being queen bee of her school in Africa, which means getting anything she wants, but things did not go as planned.Cyrus Kaye, the son of a famous lawyer and Fashion Designer is lonely and unloved, lacking love and attention except the one he gets from the cook, Cyrus is launched into Marie's jovial lifestyle, moving from Hate to Love until the two finds their love

A series of short letters between a teenage girl and boy. I just really hope you all enjoy reading this book.

Just as she’s starting her new life in Las Vegas, she gets an urgent call to return home to Atlanta. Deila Barbson could be stubborn, witty…among other things but she wasn’t the rogue her family thought her to be so she answered with equal urgency oblivious to what awaited her— her past. She’s faced with the person that’s haunted her beautiful nightmares everyday for two years. Betrayed by her heart, she found herself running again from whom she still longed for as the very air she breaths. Breathing was as difficult as commitments. Would she stand unbroken or she melt under his touch? Time they said healed every wound so why did his heart still bleed at the sight of the woman that left him shattered sixteen months ago? Hard-headed as he was, James Martin felt open as if it were yesterday he got stood up on his planned proposal dinner. He wanted answers, from her, from himself; why didn’t he feel anger towards her for breaking his heart? Why was his heart still thudding with hope at the sight of her? Why did Deila still unman him as if he wasn’t the macho CEO that intimidated even the Mayor? And most importantly, why did she return? Behind the unwilling woman and broken man was the dark secret both their families shared. What would be keeping them apart? Their ego? Or the family secret? Warning: This book contains mature words and sexual encounters that aren't suitable for readers under the age of 18.

When my family went bankrupt, I was drugged and sent to the bed of my childhood sweetheart, Craig Kennedy. From that night, he brought women home every evening, tossing a divorce agreement in my face. "Beg me, and I won't leave you." He stood above me, watching as I humbled myself to dust, pleading to preserve our marriage. He even ordered me to kneel in his office and massage the feet of his secretary, Lucia Langston. On the day the Moore Group needed ten million to survive, she blocked all my desperate calls for help. I waited 24 hours, watching my family's legacy collapse and my parents take their lives. Craig, with Lucia at his side, entered the house and threw the signed divorce agreement at me again. "You wanted money to save your family, didn't you? Beg me, and as long as I don't divorce you, no one will touch them." But I signed it with calm despair. "Don't bother. We no longer need your help."

Twenty five years ago, Kevin's parents were brutally murdered. Two decades later, Kevin is forced to watch helplessly as his fiancée suffers torture at the hands of the same murderer. Never fully recovering from the trauma, he moves into a new city, hoping to start his life anew, leaving his devastating past behind. But things doesn't go as planned when he meets Natasha—the daughter of an officer hunting for his kind. They soon discover the battered corpse of a missing detective assigned to investigate the murder of his fiancée, which signalled a new danger. However, when the horror from his past returns, Kevin is forced to stay away from Natasha—or watch her fall victim to a ghoul who takes pleasure in tormenting him.

"So you only need a child from me?" My voice was impressively strong despite the pain I felt within. "No, Ella. I only need you to pretend to be my Luna, till my lover wakes up." "If I accept to do this, what do I stand to gain?" "You will be treated with utmost respect as the Luna and you will have access to everything you want," Ryker said and my already shattered heart froze. "This contract will be terminated immediately upon pregnancy and no money would be paid to you." ****** Ella Rose is an orphan who is constantly being maltreated by her stepmother and step sister. Everyone in the village considers her a plague and badluck. Without a mate and a good job, Ella becomes an object of ridicule. But everything changes when she runs into rogues in the forest. In an attempt to save herself, fate sends her falling into the hands of her mate. Things finally seem to turn around for the better when the mate in question turns out to be the feared and ruthless Alpha Ryker of the Black Fur Pack. He buys her from her wicked step family and Ella is floating with excitement until he tells her everything was a sham and he only got her to be his contract bride in a condition that she never gets pregnant. This seems like a simple rule despite the pain in her heart. She accepts to be is pretend Luna but what happens when she breaks the very clause she was supposed to keep? In this tale of romance and heartache, follow Ella as she surfs through a complicated life with a mate who already loves another and a pregnancy he is not supposed to know about...