Why Didn't Jacob Imprint On Bella

Melody Nolan was the proud heiress to the wealthy Nolan family. Why would she bow down to a man who already had another woman in his heart?The first thing she did upon regaining her memory was to get a divorce.In the city of Bayridge, it was common knowledge that the wealthy Christopher Bolton married a girl from the slums who was known for her greedy and materialistic nature. Yet one day, they divorced. Everyone said, "It must be a scheme to get more money!" Christopher said, "In three days, she'll come crawling back." Contrary to everyone’s expectations, the girl returned to the Nolan family and became an heiress who wouldn't spare him a glance. She revealed her hidden talents as a hacker, a top-notch doctor, and the nation's top designer—everything Christopher had been looking for. It was then he discovered the truth... Upon reuniting on a rooftop terrace during a business banquet, he pinned her against the cold railing. Tears flooding his eyes, he knelt reverently before her and begged, "Mel, I'm willing to be a substitute. Will you allow me to stay by your side?"

I was about to get married to the leader of ‘Decease’, the heftiest mafia gang of Albania next week. Nonetheless, things up when I ended up having a one-night-stand with a stranger just a night before my engagement. No! It wasn’t the worst thing that ever happened with me. It shuddered me from the core when I witnessed my would-be husband in the ceremony. Yes. He turned out to be the one I slept with. “I don’t wanna get married to a girl who sleeps with guys a night before her engagement,” that’s what he said to my grandfather. ~~~~ “Be my submissive,” a month later I offered him and he shook his head in agreement, unable to reject it. ~ The only thing Abraham Harris never wanted was to fall in love with Amayra. The only thing Amayra Mehta wanted was to destroy Abraham beyond repair. Will they ever succeed or destiny will play its role against their goal?

My wedding to Don Lorenzo Corsica was always 'almost.' Five years engaged. Thirty-two weddings. Every single one crashed and burned. Then came number thirty-three. Halfway through, the chapel wall caved in. I landed in the ICU. Skull fracture. Major concussion. A dozen critical alerts. Two months stuck between life and death. Then I clawed my way back. On discharge day, I caught him talking to his right-hand guy. "Don, if you're really into that scholarship girl, just dump Ms. Mortoro," the guy said. "Corsicas can kill gossip. No need for staged accidents... She nearly died." Lorenzo went quiet. Then finally, "I owed her parents. They died for me. Marrying her was the only way to repay that. But I love Sofia. She's the one I want." I looked down at my stitched-up body and cried without a sound. So it wasn't fate that wrecked me. It was him. If he couldn't choose, I'd do it for him.

After my year-end bonus came in, I immediately transferred 10,000 dollars to my husband to buy New Year’s gifts for both our parents. I even told him to get the very best, especially that case of whisky for my father. On New Year’s Eve, I rushed home to have dinner with my parents. However, at the table that night, Dad, who had always loved his drinks, was sipping tea instead. I was confused. “Dad, it’s the holidays. Why didn't you bring out the liquor?” I smiled as I rose to my feet to grab the case. “Kevin went out of his way to get this. I heard it tastes amazing.” “Don’t touch it!” Dad slammed his teacup against the floor. His face was flushed dark red. “Zeena, don’t send this stuff anymore. I know it’s not easy for you to make money in the city. But even if our Collins family is poor, we still have our pride! People in the village are talking behind my back, saying I’m putting on airs!” I was completely stunned. I opened the bottle and took a sip, then froze for a moment. This was not whisky at all. It was just plain water.

They say sin is a choice but they forget to tell how it's first desired. This is a collection of forbidden tales where temptation wears many faces and happens behind closed doors; the warden, the motel, twins, clinic and the most secret places you least expect. Sin takes place where they desire and if you can't control your desire, you join the cult. Each story burns differently telling its own side, every secret creates another. Together they form the creed of the cult. Enter the cult. Leave your conscience at the door.

Camille Crowe is used to being desired, admired, and obeyed. But the one man who should satisfy her leaves her empty, and when his betrayal comes to light, Camille is done pretending. She wants honesty. She wants control. Most of all, she wants to feel something again. Mr. Ashford is not impressed by her beauty, her status, or her confidence. He is cold, dominant, and completely uninterested in pleasing anyone. From the moment they met, he shuts her down…and in doing so, awakens a hunger Camille didn’t know existed. The fact that he refuses to want her makes her want him more. Their attraction is sharp, forbidden, and impossible to ignore. Every encounter is filled with restraint stretched thin, with looks that linger too long and words that cut deeper than touch. Camille tells herself she is in control, but Mr. Ashford has a way of stripping that illusion away without ever laying a hand on her. When circumstances force them into close proximity, desire turns reckless. One moment of weakness becomes a night neither of them can take back. Lines blur. And what should never happen begins to feel inevitable.

Victoria Carson is 17 and in love with Bruce Wayne and Thera nothing that could make her happier. That is till a summer mistake threatens the he dreams and hopes for a brighter future. Could she ever be able to face Bruce? Or will she keep this a secret even if it's driving a wedge between her and her future? Bruce Wayne just couldn't be happier, finally coming home to his beautiful girlfriend, the love of his life. He is confused and hurt when she starts to ignore him, frustrated Bruce is set on finding the cause of her strange behavior. But is he ready for the truth? As it shakes the very foundation of their relationship, will they ever be able to get through this,or is their love doomed to fail?

On the bed in a train's compartment, I find myself getting pinned beneath my best friend's boyfriend, Gaston Walters. Our bodies are firmly glued to each other. I don't have any strength left in me, so I can only let Gaston do whatever he wants to me. Soon, I feel him turning me on. My husband, Stevie Murray's loud snores drift from the bunk bed above our heads. That's when Gaston slowly slides his hand beneath my blanket before hiking my nightgown upward. "Wow, you're so wet…"

Noah Lloyd has long since gotten sick of me—we dated for three years and have been married for another three. He uses divorce to threaten me. He wants me to give up the racing championship title I risked my life to win to please his new lover. He's caught off guard when I sign the divorce papers without hesitation and kick him to the curb. Later, he comes to me with a bouquet and the ring I've discarded. He also rents massive billboards to beg me to remarry him. Asher Princeton has someone turn off all the billboards. Then, he wraps an arm around my waist and whisks me away. "Haven't you asked around about me? How dare you propose to my wife?"

I was the hospital's top surgeon. After three successful surgeries, Medical Affairs decided to reprimand me in front of the whole hospital and canceled my bonus for the month. I argued with the head of Medical Affairs. "I've been working for this place for ten years, and I've always been the first to do everything! I went through five surgeries nonstop last year and had to go through one myself for exhaustion! What did I do to deserve this?" Yes, I was the top surgeon, but the bills were stressing me out, too. My husband had just lost his job, and I had to pay for the car, the mortgage, and our kid's extracurriculars. The burden I had to shoulder wasn't an easy one. So, I was counting on that bonus to get my kid into a basketball club, and now it had been taken away from me. This couldn't be happening! I couldn't believe that they were blaming me for a successful surgery! I was high up in the hierarchy here, so the department head didn't start a fallout right away. Instead, he tried to calm me down. "You drank two bags of IV during the late-night surgery and charged the patients for it. Their family's complaining about unfair fees, and it went viral. We had no choice!" That reminded me. That surgery was a complex one, and it wasn't even supposed to be assigned to me. After all, I'd been working around the operating table for 36 hours prior to that. However, it was the deputy director who came to me and insisted that I take over. I had no choice but to go ahead.