Woman On Fire A Novel

I had been the company's top sales performer—the kind who brought in tens of millions in revenue. But just because I hadn't praised my boss' girlfriend in the company group chat, she fired me without hesitation and replaced me with her cousin. Not long after, the company's sales dropped straight to zero. That was when she had come to my door on her own to apologize. "Please, come back," she had begged. "My boyfriend said he'll break up with me if you don't return."

Due to my outstanding work performance, my boss grants me special permission to have flexible working hours. I am out until very late last night meeting a client, and I have only been asleep for a while when a call from my colleague wakes me up. "It's already 9:30 am! Why are you late again today?" I explain to her patiently that I worked overtime last night to finalize things with a client and have them sign the contract, so I won't be going into the office in the morning. My colleague snickers. "You'd better not think that you can skip work whenever you like just because you've achieved top sales in our department. "Today is our boss' son, Mr. Hammond's first day in the office. He might just tell you to pack your things and leave if you were to upset him in any way!" Despite the splitting headache I'm having, I try to recall it in my head. Alex Hammond, the man she's just mentioned, sounds very much like that fiance of mine, who desperately wants to tie the knot with me.

I was the top repair specialist at a luxury goods store. Ninety percent of the shop's revenue came from my work alone. In three years, I turned a run-down little shop on the brink of closing into a nationwide chain. All because I clocked in two minutes late one morning, the newly appointed supervisor, Tom Menzie, locked the front doors and announced he was taking everyone on a company trip. I asked why no one bothered to tell me. Tom sneered, "Well, those who can do more are trusted with more. We're going on vacation. You stay and work overtime. If you can't handle it, then get the hell out!" I was so mad that I laughed. I called the owner directly. "I heard you're firing me."

On the night of her thirteenth birthday, Larissa Aurélie Farsuleia was awakened from her slumber by the intruder that had broken into her room. The next thing she knew, the dagger blade was at her nape, and the engraved Farsuleia crest glowed, triggered by his action. In a twist of fate, Larissa's life was spared from the hands of her unknown aggressor, who felt a sense of guilt. Instead of taking her life at that moment, he made an oath that he would return once she had turned eighteen to fulfil his deadly promise. Five years had passed, and their fates were intertwined at a ball. Little does she know that the noble she had met, Duke Theo Perseus Novellia, was not only the one who once swore to end her life but also the man who was arranged to marry her. With both of their memories erased, what will unfold between them once they unravel the truth?

Shane Flanagan is Prince of the City and all-around badass; that is until he comes up against Arianna Rossi, the young spitfire with nothing but guts and determination on her side. They butt heads at every turn as they each battle for dominance. Who will be the victor in this tug of war as they circle each other while keeping their enemies at bay? Shane, the tough young don? Or Ari, the mouthy younger woman with a truckload of secrets?The Spitfire was created by Jordan Silver an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Trust was never in her vocabulary. Four years in a relationship, she never trust her significant other. It's been known and told. But, when he cheated on her and betrayed by him, it still hurts. Getting cheated and betrayed multiple times, she stays with him for four years but that was until she caught him red-headed. No more chances are given to him, no matter how much he begged. Leaving him was the best option for herself and him to reflect on himself. But, her life took a turn into a nightmare. She got into a coma for two years and discovering that she is temporarily disable. She felt helpless and to add that, she's stubborn. She doesn't want anyone's help, because then she will feel useless. But Isaiah, her ex-boyfriend is determined to help her. No matter what she will do to him in the end. He wanted to redeem himself to her and wanted to be a better man. Those time they spent together slowly broke the thick wall between them. But it was just that. Will that be a start for them? He hope so. Because, their love story isn't going to stop midway. Secrets and surprises is boiling, ready for her.

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Have you ever seen firflies shinning in complete dark field? Hopeful and beautiful isn't it? That's what Arham felt when Ayat came in His life. He found his life getting less darker by being around His firefly. Arham Khan is known to be rude,heartless businessman. Who can do anything to get what he wants. If he wants anything he get it by hook or by crook. Ayat Abbas is calm,caring and smart girl.who lives with her sister,Ayesha Abbas. What will happen when they will encounter? Will Ayat become his firefly or his darkness will engulf her live?

Her name was Cathedra. Leave her last name blank, if you will. Where normal people would read, "And they lived happily ever after," at the end of every fairy tale story, she could see something else. Three different things. Three words: Lies, lies, lies. A picture that moves. And a plea: Please tell them the truth. All her life she dedicated herself to becoming a writer and telling the world what was being shown in that moving picture. To expose the lies in the fairy tales everyone in the world has come to know. No one believed her. No one ever did. She was branded as a liar, a freak with too much imagination, and an orphan who only told tall tales to get attention. She was shunned away by society. Loveless. Friendless. As she wrote "The End" to her novels that contained all she knew about the truth inside the fairy tale novels she wrote, she also decided to end her pathetic life and be free from all the burdens she had to bear alone. Instead of dying, she found herself blessed with a second life inside the fairy tale novels she wrote, and living the life she wished she had with the characters she considered as the only friends she had in the world she left behind. Cathedra was happy until she realized that an ominous presence lurks within her stories. One that wanted to kill her to silence the only one who knew the truth.

After the young officer Edward Shaw took first place in a high-profile shooting exhibition attended by senior officials, his family adopted a rather peculiar tradition. At the annual family banquet, he would perform a blindfolded shooting. Whichever woman's token his bullet struck was taken as a sign that she would become his fiancée. Determined to marry him, I placed the handkerchief I had carefully chosen as close to him as possible. Yet, for three consecutive years, his shots hit nothing at all. I told myself the handkerchief must have been too light, too easy to miss. So each year, I replaced it with something more refined, more eye-catching than before. That illusion lasted until the night before my eighteenth birthday, when I happened to overhear him speaking with a friend at a reception. "Miss Jasmine's handkerchief is right in front. Even blindfolded, you should be able to hit it. How do you keep missing every year?" Edward swirled his glass, his tone casual. "Tracy's still young. The moment she hears I'm getting engaged, she starts crying. "I promised I'd wait until she's a little older. As for Jasmine, she's waited for me all these years. It's not like she's going anywhere." With that, he casually tossed his glass into a metal bucket in the corner. It rang out with a sharp, hollow clang. I lowered my gaze and thought of my younger sister, only a year younger than me. So it had never been about the token. It was about the person who placed it there. In that case, there was no reason for me to keep holding on. After all, my father had already arranged a marriage for me. Three days later, at that same family banquet, I would be formally engaged.