You Don't Own Me

My insanely wealthy parents always tell me that they came from a poor background. As their children, my siblings and I mustn't waste our lives away on fun and games. They set up a trial for me by requesting that I submit an application in advance for all expenses that are over 50 cents. On the day I'm supposed to take my SATs, it's raining heavily outside. Since my exam venue is located 18 miles away from home, I decide to submit an application for a 100-dollar Uber fee. But my dad slaps me in return. "We used to scale over mountains just to get to school back in the day! Don't think you get to enjoy the perks of transportation just because we have money!" After that, he empties my pockets before kicking me out of the house. I end up all sprawled on the muddy ground while feeling raindrops pelting on me relentlessly. When I finally reach the exam venue on foot, I notice the news being played on the huge screen across the street. It turns out that my parents and William Gentry, my older brother, have spent ten million dollars on a popular band to celebrate my adopted sister, Selene Gentry, earning a passing grade on her math test. Apparently, passing her math test is her trial.

I've returned to the Ashcroft family for three years. All three homecoming parties have ended in failure. At the first party, I was accused of stealing a watch in front of the guests. Because of that, I became the entire elite society's laughingstock. In the second party, I was pushed into a swimming pool. As such, I suffered from a high fever and was comatose for three days. It almost killed me. In the third party, a forged paternity test was hurled in my face. My own mother announced that she had cut all ties with me on the spot. Every party ended with the fake heir, Everest Ashcroft, bursting into tears and admitting his mistakes. But the entire family kept telling me, "Everest is deathly afraid of you obtaining our love meant for him. That's why he threw a small tantrum. "You're already acknowledged as a son of the Ashcrofts. Why must you keep latching onto this matter so pettily?" In the fourth party held on the fourth year, Everest threatens to off himself. In order to save him, I fall from the rooftop, causing my right leg to suffer from a comminuted fracture. My entire family huddles around Everest, who's obviously shaken, and keeps showering him with love and care. The butler is ordered to pass on their message to me. "Know your place. Do not disturb Everest when he's in bedrest." As I caress my broken leg, I keep laughing until tears stream down my cheeks. It's not that Everest doesn't want the Ashcrofts to give away their love to me. It's just that the Ashcrofts don't want to acknowledge me as a part of them at all. In that case, I might as well leave this family permanently.

At the age of 3, Katherine and her mother were kicked out of the house. At the age of 10, her mother was harmed by others, eventually fell ill and jumped to her death. Bringing hatred to adulthood, in order to get revenge, Katherine agrees to marry a man she has only met once. The perfect revenge plan because of the appearance of a person that becomes out of control, when hatred obscures feelings, what will Katherine's marriage be like? Can Laure's love make Katherine let go of past hatred and pain?

This book is principally about a girl named Izzy, a young beautiful Christain girl who has left her country of birth in search of education in a foreign land; but along the way meets her true self. The self that’s been hiding behind the curtains of her parent’s discipline. Her new found self surprises no one, even those she’s involved with and by “those”, I mean boys and men! Her parents have no idea of what her life is like without them and apparently, you’d be surprised to find out how easy it is to trick or better still “deceive” strict parents. Her parents still believe their daughter is pursuing “their” dreams with her eyes on the prize. Well her eyes are on the prize, it’s just not the prize they have in mind. Now, don’t get me wrong, she’s still all about the education, but alongside that, is what she finds pleasure in doing- changing partners when the sex is not what it used to be, cheating, being bisexual along many others. She has a turnaround in her life when she finally goes upcountry to work as a member of an NGO that provides for the poor, where she unexpectedly meets a man who changes her life and brings her back to the faith. This time, she wasn’t Izzy that followed her parents to church and not know why she went, but Izzy who understood her faith and why she loved the Lord and it inspired others in every way. People knowing who she was starts to shame her for who she is now, but she’s a goddamn QUEEN in her own way, and for her, that’s the best way and because she believes it, it’s become contagious!

“I don’t want to marry Edge anymore.” This is what I said when I decided to free myself from a man that I had never even seen before in my life. The clock of my lifeline was nearing an end and I was not ready to waste it on an arrogant man like the Alpha King- Edgar Darkmoon. But the moment I said this, the universe changed its course. The more we tried to stay apart, the more our lives collided and burned. “Throw her out of here!” “She isn’t allowed to take one step inside my territory!” “Banish her!” The alpha’s roar shook the places I set foot in when he didn't know my identity. But the moment he became aware of who I was, his cold stares changed into absolute adoration so fast that I had to put up a wall between him and myself because I didn’t want to fall for him! Unbothered by it all, a bigger crisis is dawning upon us soon. Edge is the King of Alphas, but an ages-old, greedy and the most dangerous entity is hovering above our lives. How many pains must we endure before learning that the beginning of us was always just a game that was bound to end in our devastation?

The Gauri is cute yet beautiful in her way, her dream is to fulfill every person's needs for a home with her designing she is one of the finest interior designers in the city her beautiful life cast a spell at age of the 17-year teen girl who was forced in arrange marriage life cast a spell of curse in her life, A life which had never been fair before marriage her dreams are broken like glass, yet she fights but all goes in vain and her life turned upside down when she came to know the real face of her husband ……………….. Vikrant Rathode is a 25-year-old playboy who hates girls who said NO to him cruel, merciless, greedy self-obsessed No.1 builder of Lucknow his life changed when he cast his evil eyes on Gauri and wants her not because he loves him he became obsessed with her kind nature. …… What will come in way of Gauri, and what will she do or she put herself into a trap can she save herself or there is more Guys !! join me in the story of Gauri and her life take a chance to know more about Gauri join us in “TALES OF HEART”

Rinesa has high dreams for herself. She will do everything to get what she wants even if it means burying the memories and forget the man she loves. He is ready to use her beauty and talent to achieve fame. All men are fascinated with her, they are willing to give everything just to get her. Her new boyfriend is able to give her luxury and popularity. What would she do when she found out his boyfriend's brother is the only man she loved? Will all the pain come back? Will love comeback or it'll just be pure fuck?

If you and his first love were in a car accident at the same time, who would your husband save? When Hunter Ford lifted his first love into his arms and walked away, Stella Spencer felt her life slipping away. Along with her unborn child, her heart died in that moment too. It began as a transaction, a deal that finally allowed Stella to marry the man she loved. But in the eyes of the world, she was the villain who tore Hunter away from his first love. Stella believed time would change everything. She believed devotion could soften a man’s heart. That if she waited long enough, he would eventually turn around and see her. She was wrong. It was not until she buried the child she had carried for three months that she finally woke up. “Let’s get a divorce.” One signed agreement ended everything between them. Three months later, beneath the glittering lights of an elite gala, Stella stood on stage to accept an award. In the crowd, Hunter froze. After a brief pause, he smiled calmly and said to those around him, “Yes. That’s my wife.” “Your wife?” Stella smiled and pressed the divorce papers into his hand. “Sorry, Mr. Ford. I’m your ex-wife.” The man who had always been cold and composed finally lost control. His eyes reddened. His voice shook. “What do you mean by ex-wife? I never agreed to that.”

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.

For my birthday, my husband, Don Damien, gave me his dead wife’s pearls. I wore them to the dinner party. My enraged stepson, Leo, doused me in red wine. I became the laughingstock of the party. “You whore,” he hissed. “You think wearing my mother’s jewelry makes you her?” He stared at me, his eyes cold as ice. Then he screamed. "Get out of my house." But his mother died when he was a baby. I raised him. Someone had whispered poison in his ear. They told him I was the one who killed his mother. Now he thinks I'm a scheming bitch who tricked his father. And his father? My husband? He never saw me. He only saw Krista’s ghost. My heart didn't break. It shattered. They didn't love me. They didn't even care. So I walked. Then why, after I was finally gone, did they come crawling back, begging me to return?