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The fat antisocial Princess...... The handsome jerk prince..... Both have separate personalities and heart but are being forced to merge as one. Her, Yvonne Anastasia Fredrick the first, daughter to the king of Aurelia and crown princess of Restropia. Him, Octavia Ashley Julius the third, the crown prince of Restropia and reknowed "flirt king" It was just an ordinary day in the Kingdom of Aurelia when the messager from the kingdom Restropia arrives with a marriage proposal from the king and Queen seeking for Yvonne's hand in marriage for their son who was yet to find out.... *** *** *** ***. **** **** ****. *** **** ***** Yvonne brushed off the mud stain on her gown as she angrily set off to challenge the horse rider, chasing after him with her favorite horse, Thunder, she caught up with him. "I order you to stop!" She yelled. He who she had chased for the past minutes controlled his horse to make a stop, he climbed down his horse and tied it around a tree, taking a walk to where her horse stood as she looked down at him. He forced out his sparkling smile that charm every girl's heart that he meet, thinking such charm would work on the lady on the horse, surprises he was yet to find. "Is there any problem my lady" he said smiling before offering to get her off her horse since he has been sitting there for a while now. Octavio was unaware of the fact that the fat lady he was yet to despise was his crown princess. He smiled again as he seemed to be winning her over, he didn't care one bit about her size besides his flirty charm was for all sizes. "My gown.... It's dirty" she said, pointing to where the stain lie not explaining how it was Octavio's concern. "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" He asked, taking a step back so she could get down from her horse by herself. "Yes... You and that filthy horse of yours stained my dress, you should know that you aren't supposed to ride your horse quickly in that tiny road even as you are a noble" she said, clearly taking it that he dresses well so that places him above commoners and the fact he had access to the slim road from before shows that he was no ordinary person. "As your Princess I would like to show mercy if you apologise to me" she said proudly, she does take pride in letting people know her status while using it to torment them. Octavio laughed. he recognized her now, the rude lady from before to think he would've really apologise for what he did wrong especially to a lady like her who doesn't even care about people's feelings. He snubbed her presence and went on to untie his horse leaving the princess to watch the dust..... Such disrespect!

Lorraine Rivera Garcia (Doña) is a fearless woman with a heart of stone, born into a world where every enemy must fall at her mercy, she remains unstoppable. Even after taking over everything her beloved father left for her, Lorraine thirst for more brings her to the edge where there is no looking back. Sebastian De León ("La Muertè" which means death) is scorned by the maltreatment that rained upon him and his parents three years ago by the Garcia's and most especially Doña, returns back to seek revenge. The hunger to be regarded as the top mafia in Esmeralda brings about group clashes, gunfight and assets war. One of them has the upper hand and the other will lose everything. Excerpt Sebastian watched from afar as the woman he saw as sultry and seductive woman takes off her robe and stepped into the warm lake that has been heated by the sun. He imagined himself running his hands through her soft back while sprinkling showers of water from her forehead and watching it slide to her breast. Her long hair was what drawed him to her, as they covered her. His whole hold weakened as he saw as she gracefully washed her skin, her eyes caught his attention as she quickly covered up. "Who are you?" She asked quite rudely for a woman of great poise, though she wasn't wrong to have spoken in that way, the man in question has been staring at her for a while now. Sebastian knew that if he introduced himself as who he was then there might be trouble. "I am just a lowly servant" he gave a short introduction as to who he wasn't. "Mind if I join you?" He asked, already taking off his shirt and loosening his belt. Lorraine was stunned by this man's bravery, she was made to wonder if he knew of her identity and seeing that he doesn't, she believed him to be a stranger who is only passing by, probably at his rest stop before heading to his master's house. "Join me" she heard herself say and Sebastian smiled taking off his trousers, then his his boxers before joining her.

Cassie Miller is a the leader of the rebel league in Evergreen high, her gang is made up of major delinquent who care less about their parent riches and school. Her presence in Evergreen is very much respected since her father is the counties chief of police who gets rid of crimes while she creates them. She may not be that potential teenage girl who knows everything, good to everyone and loved by everyone, Cassie is street wise even her defeated rivals can speak in her favor. Jason Mason is a local celebrity widely known as the MJ of the 21st century and so he goes by Mason Jason (MJ), Jason is use to being surrounded by female fans because of his handsome features and well built body, even with all this he hates the fact that a particular girl siezes to recognize him. The Overseer is back a year after it's former presence in Freesville. Fallen Rose the sequel is packed with lot of action and heart melting romance that will make your head spin and heart beats so fast it stops working.

Emma Wisconsin is a transfer student along with her bubbly twin sister Lisa. Unlike her twin sister, Emma is a quiet kind and tends to confide to a little group of friends. Her once perfect but not so rosy life is turned into a chaos zone of which she can't handle alone, she meets a charming funny guy named Israel, a badboy but caring Freesville high star student Flynn and a lastly Eric. Flynn Nile is your potential badboy that got every girl's attention, but unfortunately for them he's got his eyes set on a quirky teen girl who he claim to love but has no beginning of how his love started. Things weren't working for him in the aspect of love based on the reputation he has and a legend that has been written along with his name. As crazy as this story gets there is a honourable mention that shouldn't be left out, the entire beginning to this entire story started with an anonymous writer known in different counties as the Overseer, it's name has spread across several places and Freesville happen to be it's next target. Every character is important as they bring a whole lot to the table, their uniqueness connects this story proved what teenage life especially in your sophomore year. Do watch out for the MILFs, Lisa and also try to figure out who the Overseer is.

My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.

"Always." That was the pact. Ava, Ethan, and Jax had their entire future mapped out: University of California, Westwood, together, a perfect, unbreakable trio. Then Chloe Evans arrived. Sweet, charming, and seemingly innocent, she systematically dismantled Ava's life-from subtly stealing credit for her work to "accidentally" wearing Ava' s prom dress and grandmother's heirloom necklace. Ethan and Jax, Ava's childhood best friends, not only stood by but actively defended Chloe, constantly dismissing Ava's pain and valid concerns. "Don't be so dramatic, Ava," became their infuriating mantra. The final betrayal came at a bonfire when Chloe feigned a "trip" and intentionally seared Ava's face with a burning marshmallow. Yet, still, Ethan and Jax rushed to Chloe's side, pleading, "It was an accident! Forgive her, for our sakes!" Ava's heart turned to ice. This wasn't merely a physical burn; it was the searing truth of their blindness, their utter betrayal. They chose Chloe, every single time. Their "always" was a bitter, self-serving lie. Lying in that hospital bed, the sting of the burn a stark reminder, Ava made her choice. She closed the UCW application, opened a new tab, and clicked "Submit" on Yale. This wasn't just a school; it was an escape. She was charting a new path, alone and finally free.

I was four months pregnant, a photographer excited for our future, attending a sophisticated baby brunch. Then I saw him, my husband Michael, with another woman, and a newborn introduced as "his son." My world shattered as a torrent of betrayal washed over me, magnified by Michael's dismissive claim I was "just being emotional." His mistress, Serena, taunted me, revealing Michael had discussed my pregnancy complications with her, then slapped me, causing a terrifying cramp. Michael sided with her, publicly shaming me, demanding I leave "their" party, as a society blog already paraded them as a "picture-perfect family." He fully expected me to return, to accept his double life, telling his friends I was "dramatic" but would "always come back." The audacity, the calculated cruelty of his deception, and Serena's chilling malice, fueled a cold, hard rage I barely recognized. How could I have been so blind, so trusting of the man who gaslighted me for months while building a second family? But on the plush carpet of that lawyer's office, as he turned his back on me, a new, unbreakable resolve solidified. They thought I was broken, disposable, easily manipulated – a "reasonable" wife who would accept a sham separation. They had no idea my calm acceptance was not surrender; it was strategy, a quiet promise to dismantle everything he held dear. I would not be handled; I would not understand; I would end this, and make sure their perfect family charade crumbled into dust.

The Montauk Highway rain slammed against our windshield, just like my stomach cramped with familiar, sharp pain. Marcus drove, his knuckles white, until his phone flashed 'Izzy.' My husband, always her loyal puppy, was gone in a flash. "Ellie, call an Uber. Izzy needs me," he' d declared, abandoning me sick and alone on that dark road. It was the ninth time Marcus chose his ex-girlfriend over me, his wife. The 'ninth goodbye' in a cruel bet Izzy orchestrated years ago: "Nine times, Ellie. Nine. Then you walk away." Each incident a deeper cut: my anniversary dinner, my emergency surgery, my grandmother' s memorial. I was just his convenient rebound, his 'consolation prize,' a pawn in their twisted game. Days later, after an elevator accident left me shattered and hospitalized, Marcus cradled Izzy, his terror only for her. I finally saw it with chilling clarity: he never truly loved me. My marriage was a meticulously crafted lie, orchestrated by Izzy from college. My love for him, that foolish, stubborn hope, was finally drained, leaving only an aching void. But the game was over. I had already signed the divorce papers he carelessly overlooked, ready for my freedom. When Izzy later set a vicious trap to publicly shame me, accusing me of assault, a mysterious stranger stepped in, changing everything. This was the end of a nightmare, and the beginning of my true life.

I was planning my wedding to Ethan Carter, the man I adored. On the eve of our vows, he burned my family’s home to the ground. He wasn't my loving fiancé; he was a monster hell-bent on revenge, blaming my surgeon father for his parents' deaths. He shattered my father's career, bankrupted us, and forced me to become a servant to his cruel new fiancée. He delighted in my suffering, completely unaware of the devastating irony. The heart beating in my chest wasn't my own. It was a transplant, and his relentless torture was causing it to fail. I finally died. But I woke up again, as a child. And this time, my parents remembered the horror too. We spent years building a new, safe life. I even found real love with a kind man named Liam. I was finally happy. Then, yesterday, the man who murdered me walked into my classroom, his eyes full of regret, convinced our story deserved a second chance.

I' d finally done it. My resignation letter officially landed on Mr. Henderson' s expensive mahogany desk, putting a ruthless period on years of being Ethan Cole' s secret convenience. But freedom was fleeting. Isabella, his fiancée and my tormentor, summoned me to Ethan' s TriBeCa penthouse, wielding an old, whimsical sketch of mine like a weapon, then slapped me clean across the face. Ethan arrived, and instead of defending me, he smoothed Isabella' s perfect, glistening fake tears, dismissing me as someone who "meant nothing" -just "a release." Emboldened, Isabella snatched my portfolio, spilling my architectural dreams-designs for community centers-and pouring red wine directly onto them, staining my future crimson. Ethan then tossed a wad of cash at my feet, his voice flat: "For the dry cleaning. Now get out." I stumbled out into the New York downpour, each raindrop a tiny hammer pounding home the gut-wrenching humiliation of being so utterly worthless to the man I' d loved. How could he, the center of my naive world, watch as my dignity and dreams were drowned in wine, then casually toss money as if I were a broken possession? But in that deepest moment of despair, something snapped. I was done being their discarded convenience, their emotional punching bag; I would disappear and rebuild a life where my peace wasn' t for sale, no matter what it took.

The jagged glass bit into Amelia Hayes' s cheek. "Help me," she choked into the phone, but her husband, Ethan Caldwell, snapped: "Amelia, for God' s sake, I' m in a meeting." A sharp blow, then darkness. She awoke not in her blood-slicked car, but in her opulent master bedroom, the calendar marking three months after her wedding. Three months into a marriage that had already begun to kill her. Ethan stood by the window, his voice softening, "Yes, Jessica, tonight sounds perfect." Jessica Thorne, his true love, the shadow over Amelia' s first life. The familiar ache in Amelia' s chest gave way to a chilling, new fury. For seven miserable years, she had given Ethan desperate, unyielding devotion. She endured his coldness, his brazen affairs, his emotional abuse, all for a flicker of his attention. She had become a shell, a caricature, ridiculed by Ethan' s circle and condescended to by his family. The profound injustice, the sheer blindness of his indifference, was a bitter pill. Her heart, once broken, now felt nothing but a hollow echo of unrequited love. Then, at a gala, a cruel act involving Eleanor' s ashes, and Ethan, without hesitation, shoved Amelia, his accusations echoing: "You are a disgrace." He comforted Jessica while Amelia' s head reeled from the impact. That was the final straw. No tears, no anger. Just a cold resolve. She delivered a small velvet box to his penthouse. Inside: the wedding ring and a divorce decree. "I. Want. You. Out. Of. My. Life. Forever," she stated, her voice clear. She was reborn to be free.

*Warning* This book contains explicit content and it's rated 18+. They can be read as standalone as they are all age-gap romances. Hope y'all are ready for a pleasant ride. xoxo. "Oh, please, sir. Please, fuck me!" I screamed in delirium. The heat from him disappeared for a moment, and I was sad and scared. Where did he go? What had I done wrong now? But he returned, sheathed and ready to plunge into me. "Oh, thank God," I said breathlessly. He chuckled a little; slowly he slid in, adjusting me on the sink, aligning me to his dick. Each thrust sent me further into a manic need to come. Perhaps I was screaming, because his hand covered my mouth. For a brief moment, I was frightened. I was panting so hard it blocked my need to breathe, but then his voice was in my ear. "Come for me, bluebird."

My name is Sarah Miller, and I was on top of the world. Graduating college, a prestigious journalism internship lined up, and madly in love with Ethan Hayes-the powerful, charming heir. Life was perfect. A fairy tale, really. Then, at my graduation party, Ethan dimmed the lights. He projected intimate photos and videos of us onto a giant screen. My world shattered. His cruel smile gone, he announced it was all revenge. My journalist father, he claimed, had ruined his first love, Olivia, with an exposé, leaving her in a vegetative state. That night, my father died of a heart attack. My mother followed weeks later. My internship vanished. I was ostracized. And I was pregnant with Ethan' s child. Five years later, my daughter Lily developed aggressive leukemia. Desperate, I became Ethan' s personal assistant, enduring his and Olivia' s endless torture, even sexual exploitation, just to pay for Lily's treatments. He even desecrated my father' s grave. How could I have loved such a monster? How could one man inflict such unending, calculated pain on an innocent family? I was just a pawn in his twisted game of vengeance, paying for a 'sin' that wasn't even mine. The humiliation, the despair, the sheer injustice felt suffocating. With Lily dying, I entered a high-risk medical trial to fund her last hope, fully expecting to die. And I did. Then, I woke up. It was the day before everything went wrong. And so did Ethan.

My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away. After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future. Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me. I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call. "Total genius move," he boasted to friends. His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding. Heartbroken, I feigned belief. I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies. He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency. After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first. He even tried to cut me off financially. How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster? His betrayal poisoned every memory. I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty. His audacity left me reeling. But I wouldn’t be his victim. Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed. I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter. I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom.