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After her two years long relationship with her boyfriend, Jonathan, ends due to infidelity. Cassandra unexpectedly fall in love with the lead singer of her favourite boy band, Jason Cole but there's a problem. Jason is well known for his playboy reputation and Cassandra cannot deal with another heartbreak especially after she ended her two years relationship but what she doesn't realize is that , Jason actually feels the same way as her. It's upto Jason to prove his love for her and show Cassandra that she isn't another notch on his belt or risk losing her forever.

"Strip naked." He commands with an authoritative seductive voice. "Huh! Why?" I asked because his outburst is surprising. "Just..." His voice trailed, as he made his way closer to me. "I want to see you naked." He whispers. I swallowed my saliva hard, as I made my way further inside the suite. Summoning up the courage, I unzip my red gown, while allowing the gown to freely flow down until it touches the floor. He smirks devilishly at me "Touch yourself." He commands. **** Cornelia Jamarreon is a young lady who is diagnosed with stage three cancer. All she ever wanted was to get married before her time on Earth came to an end. Her boyfriend dumped her on her birthday, leaving her so devastated that she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger she knew nothing about. She awoke the next morning to discover that he had stolen her most valuable jewelry. 'Did I give my virginity to a thief?' She asked herself. "What would happen when Cornelia finally finds her Mister handsome? Will his family members accept her and her son?" "Will Cornelia live happily ever after, or will her cancer take her life?" Find out.....

Mia's wedding to the big boss, Riley Osborne was cancelled on her wedding day. There was a rumor that she cheated on Riley and ended up getting married to a low life pauper, but no one knew who her husband is and they keep mocking her because of her breakup with the boss. The war between Riley and Drake caused everyone to know that Mia is loved by two billionaire brothers, but her heart belongs to only one person... "I'll marry you Drake, not because I get weak in the knees and cream my panties whenever I see you, but because my family needs your protection and I want Riley to suffer for hurting me." "I don't care what your reasons are, my love. Just say yes to me, and I'll worship your sweet curvy body for the rest of my life, and I'll make you the envy of every woman on earth. Just say yes, Mia,"

After Josephine’s father died suddenly, she is forced to become the ward of powerful Lord Leven. As a new face many men are willing to do whatever they can to win her hand. She must find a husband to secure her future, but in a world of backstabbing and positional play will she settle for what’s safe or follow her love for a man she can’t have?

Synopsis/Blurb: Mima, a young werewolf and one of the last surviving members of her fallen pack, is thrust into a life of torment and grief when her family is slaughtered and her pack destroyed by Alpha Dylan’s brutal attack. At 19, she’s forced into the hands of Alpha Dylan, the very wolf responsible for her parents’ deaths. Mima is tortured and subjected to the cruelty by members of the pack especially Dylan's Luna, Stephanie. But when a powerful new ally, Rake, the Lycan King, reveals himself as her true mate, Mima's world gets bigger. The lycan king helps her, his mate to escape the abusive pack and to his own. During her stay with him, she stumbles upon a shocking revelation, she is the chosen one of the Moon Goddess, her bloodline holding power to change the fate of the werewolf world. In a war where dark magic and the bonds of destiny collide, Mima must rise from the ashes of her past to fight for a future she never asked for. Will the broken daughter of a fallen pack rise to be the leader of a new one? Or will her grief and torment claim her before she ever reaches her full potential? In this story of betrayal and second chance, Mima strives to decide the fate of her world, risking everything for the chance of a future with those she loves and escape her terrible blood filled past.

Eight years into marriage, and Fabian's mom finally gave me and my son her stamp of approval. Invited us to spend Christmas in his hometown. My son—Luca--and I were hyped. We picked out a gift for her and hit the road with Fabian. Right as we pulled into the village, Fabian's old friend called—crying, claiming she'd crashed her car. Fabian panicked. Left me and Luca in some random snowy mountain town and sped off. It was pitch black. Snow dumping down. Then Luca screamed. He'd stepped on a trap and dropped into a pit. Blood everywhere. I called Fabian, totally panicked. He goes, "Stella, Roxana's in a wreck. I need to be with her. Stop making everything a competition." Then he hung up. Blocked me. No time to fall apart. I wiped my face, called an ambulance. Too far out. By the time they got there, Luca was already gone. Cold. Broken. Gone. I held him and screamed until my lungs gave out. Meanwhile, Roxana's posting in the social media. All smiles in Fabian's arms. His face soft. Loving. [Highway jam turned into truth or dare. One word—"accident"—and he came flying. So happy.] I exhaled. Tagged Fabian. [Let's get a divorce.] This joke of a marriage should've ended forever ago.

She went to a club with her friends to drink for the first time after finishing her third-year examinations. Gabriella was a 21-year-old virgin who had never kissed anybody before. She met a stranger at a club, accompanied him to a hotel, had her first kiss, and lost her virginity. She enjoyed herself. When she awoke the next morning, the man was gone,  He left. She found out she was pregnant a few months later. She continued to go to the hotel in the hopes of running into the man, but after four months, she gave up. He abandoned her, leaving her to face the situation alone. She dropped out of university to raise her son. She returned to school a year later to complete her studies and get her degree. She then saw the person she had slept with on TV and realized he was now engaged, as well as the fact that he was the well-known multi-billionaire Javier Hills. What would his grandma do when she finds a boy who looks just like her grandson?

After eight long years, Alia Morvane was at her happiest when she discovered she was a little over four months away from giving birth to her and Jasper’s child. Everything seemed perfect, and she hoped that her husband’s cold attitude toward her would finally change once their baby arrived. But the dream she held so dearly came crashing down. While crossing the street, Alia was struck by a speeding car—leaving her not only gravely injured but also causing the loss of her unborn child. Devastated and broken, Alia lost the will to live. She thought her story had ended when she died… until she heard what her child told her. “You haven’t been living your best life… but I’ll give you another chance—to change your fate,” he said. Trusting her child’s words, Alia was sent back eight years into the past. This time, she vowed to change everything—herself, her choices, her life, and her destiny.

My sister accompanies me when I go for my premarital medical checkup. When I'm preparing a urine test, I hear embarrassing sounds coming from the cubicle next door. I'm about to leave when I hear the conversation. "Keep it in you, Willow. We're doing this again if it slips out." The voice belongs to my fiancé, Zachary Hilton. The woman to whom he's speaking is Willow Langley, my sister. I dial his number hysterically to see whether it really is him, but my calls go unanswered. All I hear is the incessant ringing of a phone next door and moans alongside it. I'm rooted to the spot, too stunned to do anything. Zachary once vowed to love me for life, yet he's doing something like this with Willow prior to our wedding. The moans and pants next door take a long time to subside. Once I hear them leave, I call home, my face wet with tears. "Mom, change my husband-to-be to Thomas Hilton, Zachary's youngest uncle. I don't want to have anything to do with Zachary anymore."

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.