Which Technology Was Originally Predicted By A Science Fiction Writer

One steamy night together. That’s all it takes for him to turn the entire world upside down in search of her. *** Lovett Olivia Lice’s world shatters when she discovers that her adorable little niece is her husband’s child. The betrayal is compounded by divorce papers and her grandfather's sudden passing. With no one and nowhere to turn to, she decides to end it all. However, she’s rescued by a Good Samaritan. Five years later, she returns to her hometown as a successful chef and a devoted mother. She has two things in mind. Revenge and the man from that night, five years ago. However, when she finally gets to meet him again... “Give me just one reason why I shouldn’t have you skinned alive. Right. Now?” He growled. ‘Who. Is. This. Man?’ Lovett is speechless.

The Mafia circle in New York City was a tangled web, where power shifted in the blink of an eye. The Dusk family, once a powerful force in the underworld, was now reduced to nothing more than a pawn in the game. Their only hope for survival was to marry off their daughters, securing the support they so desperately needed. I, Seraphina Dusk, was sadly one of those daughters. In my past life, I had managed to secure myself a powerful marriage. I married Silas Vane, the head of the most influential mafia family in the country. My sister, Lila, was less fortunate, ending up with Jaxon Westmore—whom she believed would save her. I gave Silas a son and a daughter, and in return, my family was gifted wealth and power. But my sister? She was not so lucky. Jaxon wasn’t the man she thought he was. Instead of honoring the marriage or alliance, he squandered his time on models and strippers, leaving Lila discarded by both him and our father. One seemingly ordinary day, Lila invited me to lunch—never did I expect that she would kill me, drove a knife into my heart. Then she killed herself. And now here I was, reborn, back when our father first told us that Lila and I have to marry for the family. And this time, Lila called her shots on Silas Vane. That’s when I knew. She was reborn as well. Let her have him, then. She had no idea what kind of man he really was.

Amelia had just discovered that she's carrying Alpha Jace's child but she didn't expect her world to shatter in one night. Finding her mate and her friend entangled together in bed, he didn't deny it and didn't apologize. Betrayed, replaced and humilated, Amelia decides to escape the cage she had lived in for two years by leaving the pack. Pregnant and alone, how would she survive? Her freedom led her to a second chance mate while she still struggled to get over the trauma caused by her first. Zayden Briggs. The cold alpha with a dark past everyone fears to talk about. What happens when she meets Zayden? What happens when her first mate, Alpha Jace, comes back trying to reclaim her?

Fiona thinks she has it all-love, loyalty, and a secured life-until her mate, Alpha Kael, leaves her for his first love, Laila. Abandoning her at the altar on the day of their bond reaffirmation before the moon goddess, Fiona watches helplessly as Kael dotes on Laila from the shadows without knowing how else to claim back her mate. Fiona soon discovers she's pregnant and hopes the news will finally bring Kael back to her. But her world shatters when Laila, also carrying Kael's child, pushes Fiona down a hill during a heated fight, causing her to have a miscarriage that left her broken and desperate for revenge. Just when all hopes seems lost, Fiona crosses path with Alpha Derek, the blind yet most powerful Alpha in the Eastern region. He offers revenge against her unfaithful mate and his mistress in exchange for becoming his Luna for a year. She agrees. But Derek is no savior. He hides behind his dark shades and darker secrets. Worse still, he’s the very architect of her pains. Yet the closer she gets to him, the more her heart betrays her...because the most dangerous thing about Derek isn't his power or his schemes but the way he makes her want him, even when she swore she'd never risk her heart again.

That had to be the happiest day of Daliah's life: meeting her mate, the pack's future alpha. But he rejected her, humiliated her and ordered Daliah to be locked in a cage during the moon ceremony. Daliah had given up hope. Trapped, hungry and cold, she didn't see a way out for herself. But fate had one more surprise for Daliah: a second-chance mate. The Lycan King!

“I heard it, Sloane” His hand slid to my thigh, then slowly up to my waist. My breath caught, my body reacting before my head could catch up. I flinched, a soft moan escaping the back of my throat. What did he hear? “You fucking yourself with my name rolling out of your lips” he said. My eyes widened but his hand which found my bra and spilled my boobs out of them didn't allow me to process his words. …………… Sloane never expected her life to change overnight, until her sister disappeared the day before her wedding. Forced to take her place, she was made to marry the man her body never seemed to forget. Lucien Collins. The alpha of Blackstone pack. But after the mating, she realized the contract she signed wasn't temporary as she had been told. What started as an alliance blurred into a desire more dangerous than something any of them could control. Then her sister returns. Claiming Sloane had stolen her man, and a life meant for her.

My superior loved tricking me into wearing tight-fitting pencil skirts to serve wine to sleazy clients while sticking close to them. Then, she would hint that I was single and a valid target while she excitedly waited for the clients to make a move on me. It was all in the name of checking the integrity of the clients and whether they were worthy business partners or not. The moment a client fell for it, she would rush over with righteous anger and throw wine in their faces. Then, she would lecture me with a voice heavy with anguish. “Do you lack money so much that you’d throw your dignity away just for better results?” She would trample all over my dignity to set up her image as a refined, noble woman. This time, she even prepared a gown with a super low neckline and pushed me to serve a client with a rich and powerful background. She threatened me by saying that if I did not go, she would deduct my bonus for three whole months of full attendance. But when I saw the familiar, cold man sitting in the seat of honor, it was my turn to laugh. If my brother saw me serving wine in this kind of dress, I did not doubt that by tomorrow, the company would be under my name.

I'm the daughter of Don Falcone. After I got back from studying abroad, my family threw a welcome-home banquet, conveniently setting me up to meet the fiancé my father had handpicked for me—Santino Moretti. My father praised the guy to the skies in his letters: he was the heir to the Moretti family, elegant, ruthless, drop-dead gorgeous, and holding half the city’s underground operations in the palm of his hand. I arrived at the Elysium Hotel right on the dot. Just as I was about to take a seat, a hand shoved me hard. A woman's shrill voice pierced my ear. "Livia, what's a Sicilian peasant like you doing here? This is the Imperial Suite. Do you think you even deserve to breathe the air in a place like this?" I recognized the woman. It was Bella, a bitch who had always had it out for me back in college. She was clearly trying to humiliate me. Instead of getting mad, I smirked. "Whether I deserve to be here or not—is that for you to decide?" Bella sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm Mr. Santino's personal assistant. Today, Mr. Santino is hosting the eldest daughter of the Falcone family here. This isn't an occasion for bottom-feeding trash like you." "Be smart and crawl back to your slum." I pulled out my phone and dialed my so-called fiancé. I wanted to ask him if it was a tradition in the Moretti family to let their dogs bark at the front door.

His gun-roughened hands burned against my waist, every breath laced with the cold, unyielding possession that had made him the most feared Cosa Nostra Don in all of Sicily. A shrill ring sliced through the haze. He answered in guttural Sicilian. It was the dialect I’d learned years ago to fit into his world, so I caught every word. His consigliere was screaming down the line at him for filing a valid, legally binding marriage license with Sofia Lombardi, the woman who’d abandoned him when a bomb left him mute for seven years. Luca’s order was cold as a trigger pull. “Secure the original license in the family vault. Draw up a forged, null-and-void marriage license for Isa to keep her compliant.” In the eyes of the law, of his entire crew, I was nothing but his mistress. After seven years of laying down my life for him, I’d been reduced to nothing but his mistress. Another call flashed. Luca turned to me, the lie already shaping his mouth. “Family matters. The guards will see you home.” Without a word, I stepped out into the Palermo night, my hands shaking as I dialed his mother, Anna Vitali. “I’ll take your fifty million euros. I’ll leave Luca. For good.” Anna once said Luca and I were worlds apart. I had to admit she was right. This time, I want to leave with dignity.

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.