Who Is The Father Of Modern Criminology

I was getting married—but I didn't tell my parents. It was my fifth wedding. The last four? Total disasters, thanks to them. Every time, they claimed something was "wrong" with the wedding car and somehow scared the guy off. First was my college boyfriend. We were solid—four years strong. My parents pushed for marriage... then ditched the idea on the big day because his car wasn't "fancy" enough. Second groom? My boss. He pulled up in a shiny new car they actually approved—until they didn't. Yanked me right out. Third time, they set me up with someone themselves. The guy brought ten cars to play it safe. Didn't matter. They shut it down before I even stepped outside. Fourth time? Same story. I kept wondering—what was so cursed about these cars? Why push me to get married, only to destroy it every single time? This year, I was trying again. Wedding number five. This time, I was pregnant—with the son of the country's richest man. I didn't tell my parents. Thought I'd finally outsmarted them. But just as I was about to get in the car... I saw them sprinting toward me.

On the first day of work, the company president said that I looked like his long-lost daughter and gave me a salary of 100 thousand dollars, on the condition that I ate together with his wife every weekend. Once my boyfriend heard this, he yelled at me in front of my colleagues, “How could you believe such a cheap lie?! It’s just an excuse for him to pay you for dirty favors! If your mother learned that you got yourself a sugar daddy after graduation, she’d jump off a building!” So, I rejected the president’s offer. Someone told the department manager that my boyfriend and I insulted the president, and he fired us. My boyfriend was really shocked by this. He stayed at my place and loafed around instead of working. When he no longer had any money left, he asked my mother for money. After that, he asked me to sell my organs. After I said no, he knocked me out with chloroform and sent me to an unlicensed clinic. The doctor there did not use the standard procedures, so I died from the pain. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day I met the president. This time, I shouted, “Sir, you look just like my father, even though we are not related at all!”

Seorang lelaki yang trauma karena masa lalu dikhianati oleh kekasihnya, mendapat surat misterius dari masa depan dan bertanya-tanya siapa sipengirim surat karena apa yang ditulis selalu benar dengan apa yang akan atau telah terjadi, dan sipengirim surat tersebut adalah dirinya dimasa depan. Apakah yang terjadi? Kenapa pria tersebut mendapatkan surat dari dirinya dimasa depan?

“I, Lucian Maxwell, soon to be alpha of the Black Moon pack, reject you Isabella Montero as my mate and Luna” he declared more to my chargin. “And I Isabella Montero accepts your rejection” I blurted firmly, admits the sudden pain that struck my chest. ***** Rejected by her psychotic mate and feeling hurt after given him her virginity on the night he recognized her as his mate, Isabella had a one night stand with a total stranger at the bar she had ran to clear her head. As though that wasn't enough, Lucian wouldn't let her be even after the rejection and just when she discovered she was pregnant and not knowing who the father of her child was amongst the two men she shared a bed on the same night, she had to flee for her life and that of her child. But fate took a cruel turn and four years later she was addressed as Kate Hunter. Having suffered amnesia after the accident she must have to make ends meet to see her child through school and gain a better future and that was when her path crossed with a ghost from her past. Even though she can't remember who he was other than her ruthless, obsessed Alpha boss, she must do everything in her power to keep her job. But Alpha Bambam of the Blood Moon pack, father of Lucian her rejected mate, wasn't going to let go without digging into the past of the lady that turned his life upside down. The very obsession he couldn't get ride off. She was his... With or without her consent. But when hidden secrets and truth collided, Isabella must have to navigate through the impending chaos and the mystery surrounding the fathers of her children.

Vanessa husband divorced her, he didn't knew that she is heiress of rich family. As Vanessa thought her life is about to end, she had one night stand with her ex husband step dad, her father in law. And he won't let her go, he wants her as his wife.

Mina is an eighteen-year-old teenager, her life was so unfortunate that she lost her father at age 10. And her mother was experiencing a terminal illness which could cost her life if emergency surgery was not performed. Poor Mina had no choice but to accept the job offered to her by a mysterious lady. That is, having a one-night stand with a complete stranger!. "I'd do it!. Please, I need the money!". . Alexander Cassano, the famous Ruthless Mafia of Las Vegas. With dark silk hair like the night, and icy grey eyes, he was the guy that any girl would desire to be with. Fate has it that when love is bound to be, nature will be at its best. Alexander believed in no such thing as love. Love is a weakness to him. He got into a fatal accident and lost the privilege to father a child (Impotent). Six years later, Mina, a complete nobody, returns with three kids identical to the Ruthless Mafia she bumped into. Book 2: "Superstar Daddy; My Loving Hubby!".

They bullied her… till she died. Adeline had life rough as a kid. The people who were supposed to be family treated her like trash, like she didn’t exist . Now they managed to get rid of her, or so they think … She is in a form they will never recognize planning her just revenge. The only problem being that the mate of the woman she is pretending to be is starting to suspect her. And he is not a nice guy .

Warning: This book is for fearless readers only. If you can’t handle heat, knotting, breeding, obsession, or two Alphas who would kill to claim what’s theirs… turn back now. I mean it. Because once you step into this story, there’s no way out. Not without scars. Not without shaking. Not without wanting more. I went into heat for the first time on campus. He found me. He pinned me down. He dragged his tongue up my thighs and told me I belonged to him. Then his father walked in. He didn’t stop us. He didn’t speak. He didn’t blink. He watched. He growled. And he wanted me next. Now I can’t forget what they did to me. One held my hips. The other held my throat. They made me fall apart until I couldn’t remember who I was before them. They are both Alphas. They are both my mates. And they both left their mark. But I only get to keep one. So tell me… How do you choose between the man who claimed you first. And the one who made you beg? Read at your own risk. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when your heart races… and your thighs won’t stop clenching. Welcome to the heat. See you on the other side.

“Stop Jeremy, you should go slower , I’m out of breath” I whispered and moaned truly out of breath . My thighs had been spread and shaking , Jeremy’s cock slipping smoothly in and out of my pussy,surrounded by cum from both of us , I suppose. He had hit my G-spot accurately with every insert and I could feel every inch deep inside me coupled with the speed I wanted. But I needed to pretend I had had enough of it.He passed his fingers through my red hair, “you know how long we’ve longed for this moment”, “ this is just the beginning”, he whispered, biting my lips and slowing down a bit and then returning sharply to his previous pace. This should’ve been me right?

My adopted daughter, Phoebe Marsh, possessed an evil ability. Whenever she got hurt, the pain would also be inflicted directly on my biological daughter, Maisie Shaw. She deliberately hurt herself, covering her body with wounds and bruises. Then, she would turn around with cold eyes, watching Maisie writhe on the floor in agony until she passed out from the pain. With no medical solution available, I broke down and held Maisie close, begging my husband, Brandon Shaw, to send Phoebe away. However, he would erupt in fury. "It's obviously Maisie who's been faking illness for attention, and you're making up this ridiculous story to get rid of Phoebe. She's just a fragile, helpless child. How can you be so vicious?" After that, Phoebe escalated her self-harm even more viciously. Meanwhile, Maisie spent every day curled up in the corner of her bed, refusing to let anyone touch her. On Maisie's birthday, Phoebe threw herself from the fifth floor. Just as Maisie was blowing out her candles and making a wish, she suddenly began bleeding from all her facial orifices, and she died instantly. Yet, Phoebe only suffered minor scrapes. I died from overwhelming grief shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to Phoebe's first day in our home. Maisie was playing with her Legos when she suddenly clutched her ankle and started crying. This time, I grabbed the broom from behind the door and swung it toward Maisie, shouting, "I'll beat you up for faking illness and seeking attention!"