Who Wrote If I Were A Carpenter

After helping the company secure a project worth 30 million dollars, the HR department suddenly tells me that I'm fired, and I will not be receiving any of my bonuses this year. Confused, I look for my boss, Jett Leroy, to ask him about it. However, he points his finger in my face and yells at me, "If it weren't for you being a stupid Scorpio, being the most toxic match for me and affecting the company's luck, we wouldn't have had a 30% drop in net profits this year! "I'm already generous enough by not making you compensate for all the losses you caused me! How dare you still ask me for more money? Get lost if you know what's best for you!" I smile when I read the text message notification on my phone and hurriedly sign the release documents. Jett is right. My horoscope and his definitely don't get along well. After all, I will be coming for his ass just a short while later!

"Tell me Vanessa—does my brother fuck you better than I do?" Vanessa stared at her husband in shock, unable to comprehend the question he'd just asked her. She'd never even met Nicholas Lancaster, Sebastian's enemy and rival brother, let alone slept with him. But Sebastian didn't care about the truth as he shoved a sex tape in her face—a video showing a woman who looked exactly like her with the man she'd never touched. After losing their baby six months ago, Vanessa didn't expect her husband to call her barren and worthless, to tell her she couldn't give him the child he deserved. After three years as his secret wife, Sebastian threw divorce papers at her and demanded she disappear before his billion-dollar deal came through. Vanessa signed and left with nothing. Seven years later, she returned as Mrs. Nicholas Lancaster—married to Sebastian's brother and greatest enemy, ready to destroy the man who destroyed her. But she didn't return alone. When Sebastian's eyes landed on the six-year-old boy at her side, his world stopped. The boy looked exactly like him. What if the child wasn't Nicholas's son at all? What if he was his? Sebastian is determined to find out the truth about the boy's real father, and if the boy is his, he'll destroy everything Vanessa has built to claim his son. But Vanessa isn't the broken woman he threw away seven years ago—and this time, she's ready to fight back.

"You killed my children and threw me into hell? Fine. Then let me become the devil to burn down your paradise." For eight years, Seraphina was the loyal wife of Alpha Kaelen. She loved him more than her own life, willingly allowing herself to be seen as weak, useless, and insignificant. But her blind love turned to ashes the moment she watched her husband murder their own children for the sake of his witch mistress, before discarding her body into the Death Forest. "Die there, you worthless trash," Kaelen said coldly. But hell dared not claim her. In the depths of darkness, the dormant blood of the Moon Goddess awakened. Five years later, she returned. Not as the weeping Seraphina, but as the Queen of Darkness who holds the power over life and death. She came back with strength surpassing a hundred Alphas, accompanied by the most powerful Alpha in existence who would gladly bring the world to its knees just for her smile. "Kaelen, Valeria... prepare yourselves. I did not come to beg. I came to collect my debt in blood, and not a single drop shall be spared."

"You're under arrest for the murder of Eric caddel" And that was how camelia's life took a whole drastic turn in the blink of an eye. The once beautiful,bubbling camellia became a shadow of herself as those who she called family neglected her when she needed them the most.And the society who ones loved and Cherished her tagged her a murderer and stared at her with nothing but uttermost disgust. the only person she could run too at this difficult phase of her, was her only childhood friend,Army. After spending two years in jail, camelia came out with the intention of leaving her past behind and starting afresh with her only friend army, who she now considered as her only family. Somehow,the past keeps coming to haunt her as everyone keeps tagging her a murderer and sending threats, making it so had for her to start a new life, and that had prompt her to move to a new city with her friend to start afresh. Moving into a new city and starting a new life,was all her plans.but,little did she know that crossing path with William wyatt was also going to be part of it. scared of fate repeating itself, camelia tried so hard to block all William's attempt to get close to her. But,william turns out to be the stubborn type,,as he isn't ready to give up. He’s bent on making her his, and will stop at nothing. On the long run, he founds out her secret and vows to clear, pushing his dreams aside,just to chase hers. Slowly she found herself falling into his arms. Will she ever be able to clear her name and love again?

Samara comes closer to me, now studying my face. Her eyes are wandering all over my facial features. I contort my face in confusion at her weird stares, "Umm, hey-" "Listen, can you wear my wedding dress and be a bride at my place?" She questions. Ec-excuse me? I give her a long stare. I think she is joking and would burst into laughter any minute...but she doesn't. Her face has no trace of humour. "What?" I quirk up my brow. "You've to be a bride at my place." She repeats with no hesitation. Cold shiver trickles through me. .... An Accidental Bride. A Mistaken Groom. A Marriage Neither Saw Coming. 18-year-old Sanaya Frances was finding a way to pay for college. Becoming a cook in the grand Hobsons estate seemed like the perfect opportunity—until a twist of fate lands her in a wedding dress, hidden behind a veil, taking vows meant for someone else. Ashar Hobsons, 25, a powerful businessman, thinks he's marrying his childhood fiancée. But his world turns upside down—he’s been tricked into marrying a stranger. Two strangers. One unplanned marriage. No easy way out. And definitely… no room for love. Or is there?

Every time my husband's newly hired assistant underwent another cosmetic procedure, a new wrinkle appeared on my face. Leaning on her increasingly refined beauty, she rose effortlessly through high society, earning praise as an "ageless goddess." Meanwhile, I—the rightful lady of a wealthy household—aged so rapidly that in just three months, I looked like her mother. Clutching her cosmetic treatment bills in one hand and my medical report in the other, I confronted my husband. Instead, he shoved me to the ground, his eyes cold as ice. "Have you lost your mind?" he snapped. "You failed to take care of yourself, and now you're jealous of a subordinate who works harder and strives more than you?" Later, in order to secure a partnership with Sauldi Group, she agreed to their proposal for a "rejuvenation" experiment, undergoing a full-body stem cell anti-aging procedure. At home, my organs began to fail one after another. By the time anyone noticed, I was already dead. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the afternoon when she first flaunted her plans—boasting about getting her very first skin-boosting injection.

Ethan Shaw had died. Before the funeral, his wife, Stella Walker, packed his belongings and found a thick photo album. [My True Love] On the cover, it said— She opened it. The photos inside were not of her. They were Rachel Chester—the girl Ethan had adopted years ago. Not only that, Ethan left all his wealth to her. Stella died with hate in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the night before she married Ethan. This time, she chose to live for herself and walked away from Ethan to pursue her own dream. What she did not expect was that, in this life, Ethan went mad looking for her when she left. He searched for her everywhere.

Angels and devils ruled the city of Los Angeles. It was in the deep underbelly of the sparkling done-up town that I found him. Where I found the devil himself. A god in human form. A devil in every way. I fell for him, tumbled towards him like a bowling ball to some easily knocked down pins. Yet, I lost him. You never mess with a gang, I messed with the leaders of all leaders, I messed with Angeles.

This isn't a love story, but almost a love story. Irina and Eric share a world through dreams and time travel. They have a strong mutual understanding about the feelings they have for each other, at the same time understanding that they cannot be together. Eric: I open my eyes and find myself standing alone in an empty room. The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. And there is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light comes from. A bright yellow and pale red orange light tells me the sun is setting and soon it will be dark. Eric is a ghost who always appears in Irina's dream. Irina: I open the door to the bedroom. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light is coming from. The yellow orange light passes through the open window. I see Eric standing right there on the spot captured by the yellow light. ‘You came back.’ I said. He stood there looking me in the eye. I almost died. Irina is a time traveler who may or may not change his fate. They alternatively tell a bitter sweet story. Love doesn't always mean together, sometimes it is deeper apart. Eric: I stand alone in the rain looking at the dark sky where all I can see is water, for it is both the rain and my tears flowing to my face. Irina: And suddenly it is no longer my reflection I see inside the mirror. What I see now is a figure of a man. I draw closer to see him clearly. But the closer I walk towards him, the farther I become from him. I couldn't get close.

My name is Alaki Bea Miller-or known above: Alaki Bea X. That is what they call us, the inferior ones: X. In this world, I live under laws that declare it illegal to bear more than one blood in your veins. A legal system built on segregation by race, where mixing blood is the highest crime. In this world, I am not human. I am not a person. I am a thing, an abomination that threatens their system. His name is Efrem Mustafin, leader of one of the five Rings, Master of his race, and the man who saved my life. Legally, he owns me. To save me, he had to claim me as property. And in exchange for my protection, we play a game. One where I submit to him before watching eyes, and he keeps me safe. Master Efrem Mustafin, he is. Subject Alaki Bea X, I am. Or at least, I was. I belong to him. My name is Alaki Bea Mustafin, and in this world, I Am Mustafin.