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THE GYNECOLOGIST WRITTEN BY SUNNY JOHN :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: Prologue "Are you insinuating that I am FAT?" My icy blue eyes narrow at Curtis as he mumbles a ridiculous speculation. A soft chuckle escapes out of his mouth which I really find annoying, sometimes. He brushes his nails against his cheek to top it off—one of his habits that makes me want to shoot a poor little chicken in rage. Don't get me wrong... I love chickens and other feathery little bits. They're noisy creatures who just want to live in peace. It's just that, this guy over here can get on my nerves sometimes. I am pretty much self-actualized that I am nowhere chubby. "You've been missing your periods, Sweetheart. What else could it be?" he responds ignorantly. He is perpetually concentrating on his iPhone X's big screen for about ten minutes now as if I do not exist. I take a peek at it and my eyes widen when I notice that he is actually watching porn. Hardcore porn. I try my best to avoid allowing my eyes to dart over the screen. Having a glimpse of it makes me want to puke. He doesn't even give me the courtesy of at least tilting his mobile away from my line of vision. The perks of having a naughty best friend... "Can you just at least, pause that filthy video for a few seconds and listen to me?" "Oh, Lily. Relax, will you? Whatever happens, whether you're pregnant or not, always remember that behind those clouds..." he mumbles, still not looking at me. I anticipate on whatever words of wisdom he will throw at me, even though I know it will be pointless. ".

there are thirty-three stories in this compilation" synonyms: collection, selection, anthology, treasury, compendium, album, corpus, miscellany, pot-pourri, miscellanea, garland, ana, collectanea, analects, florilegium

INTRODUCTION There’s always that guy… the one who always understands. Yes, the one who just knows the right things to say and when to say them; the one who fits into last minute plans without complaining? The one who will listen to you speak your heart out when you are troubled. The one who will watch the sunset with you and won’t mind breaking the night with you when you can’t sleep. The guy who always picks his phone, the guy who is never too busy for you, the guy who will show up even when he knows you are calling only because you got disappointed. The one who is selfless with his money? The guy who won’t mind sacrificing his important activities just to accommodate you. The guy who laughs at all your silly jokes, the guy who doesn’t mind you being clumsy or grumpy. Always understanding. The one whose answer is usually “no problem...” the guy who is everything but the one. He is just not the one. As a matter of fact he is nothing like the one. You don't like him, you don't fancy him, he doesn't tickle anything in you.. He is just not the one! Thandiwe is the name, the age isn’t the problem. I presume, unless you just haven’t identified him, there is always that guy. That guy in this case is Henry.. but he isn’t the one.. the one is Ndaweni.. the most handsome guy I have ever come cross. Accountant by profession, tall, perfectly built and absolutely amazing. So amazing he actually makes it obvious. Many are the times I feel like I’m pushing for this relationship to work. I know many of you will say I should leave but naaa.. you just don’t leave like that. Guys are hard to find these days you know. Guys that you actually like, very rare. But why do they grow big-headed? It always starts out so well up until they know you like them. Suddenly the relationship is a pain... you literally have to hold it together and you feel like a nag. Yes they come around once in a while but that’s just to boost their ego. The moment you seem to play the silent treatment they come back with their tails folded and as we are so loving, we tend to fall in love and lay down our hearts again before they trip once again. Anyone know what I’m talking about? Great let me tell you about my life then.

THE KISS {That changed everything ✓} *A sequel to MARIANA* SYNOPSIS; MARIANA DOMINGUEZ the eldest and the only daughter of the multi billionaire family suddenly had to deal with her parents constant pestering for her to get a boyfriend. And just when she thought she has had enough, she had to deal with her school's most baddest boy's cockiness. What happens when she finally fell in love but her family suddenly became against it? What could be the problem? And what happens when the good girl Mariana suddenly turn bad? What could make her do that? Was it THE KISS that changed everything? Let find all the answers in this new thrill! Stay tuned and you won't regret it! Extract from the book.... "I don't want you with him Mariana!" Paula warned fiercely. "But why mum?" "Because he's the son of our enemy from the past." "What! Are you for real mum? How can you involve me in your past life? I wasn't even born when it all began! No mom, leave us out of it if only you want what happened to you and Dad to occur again!" She said angrily and walked out. "Come back here Mariana. How dare you walk out on me?" She shouted but she was already gone. Paula paced about the room in worry. She thought of telling Pablo before things get out of hand. "Hi mum." Marion greeted and removed his backpack. "You know what mum?" "What is it?" "A girl told me that I was cute today at school." He said happily. Paula's eyes narrowed on him. "And what's so special about that? I've said that so many times to you?" "Yes you've told me countless times before but yours doesn't give me the sparks and get butterflies to erupt in my stomach so that makes it more special!" He grinned at his mum. Paula's jaw was almost dropping to the floor. "What?" She blink so many times unable to believe her ears. "What's happening to my children? On the other hand is Mariana and now this little boy too?" .......

Daniela's POV ~ 7:02pm. It was just two minutes past 7pm, and yet it was those two minutes that I knew would push him over the edge. Just two. I let out a nervous breath as I pushed open the front door to his overly luxurious apartment, stepping inside before I closed it quietly behind myself. I held my keys tight in my hand to stop them from jingling as I carefully dropped them into my purse. I guess I don't know why I was trying to be quiet, he knew I was home, he always knew. I made my way through the apartment and towards the stairs leading to the second floor. I went as quickly as I could up the stairs while trying my best to not let the excessive amount of chains and metal pieces on my Louis Vuitton purse jingle. Having a couple of dangly key chains on a purse is all well and good when you're trying to make the purse look pretty, but as soon as you're trying to be quiet it's pretty much game over for you. The second I stopped outside our bedroom door, I took a deep breath before I opened it, thankful that he was so rich that his doors didn't creak at all. He probably used some fancy ass oil to grease the hinges. Maybe you would expect someone like him to be relaxing downstairs in the living room with a beer, or maybe out with his brother or his friends since it was Friday night - possibly even with another girl. But he wasn't like that, he saved all that shit for later. Instead he was sitting at the edge of the bed, watching me as I opened the door. I didn't even have to look at him for long to know what was going through his head. The moment my brown eyes met his blue ones, I knew today wasn't going to be a good one for me. Actually I knew that since this morning when I accidentally woke him up while I was getting ready for work. He was too tired then but I knew he would bring it up tonight. The fact I was late home just made it even worse. "Daniela." My name left his mouth in a cold tone dripping with anger as he rose to his feet. "Ayden." I gripped the leather handles of my purse in my hand, watching his tall form as he closed the gap between us slightly. "You're late."

A very Stubborn Jordan was reading in a coffee shop when she head a strange noise. She decided to look but what she saw changed her entire life forever. The most feared and the head of the Italian mobster Adrian killed a man in a coffee shop in London, unknown to him a girl was peeping, looking at them, they caught and beat her, the dangerous mafian leader Adrian wanted to kill her for seeing what she was not supposed to see. On a second thought he told her he will spare her life on one condition, that she marries him and give birth to his heir.

HER NEW STORY WRITTEN BY SUNNY JOHN Luca woke up, getting out of bed he put on his briefs and glanced down at the woman lying naked in his bed. She was a pretty brunette he picked up at the party he attended that night, he couldn't remember her name. That was nothing new to him, he never bothered to get to know them, they were just a means to satisfy his urges. After taking a shower and changing he went down to enjoy a hearty breakfast, he had worked up quite an appetite. Grazia, his cousin was already seated at the table with Filippo, his friend and business associate of over ten years. They also lived with him in his castle, he somehow inherited Grazia when her parents, were killed in a tragic car accident six years ago. When his meal was brought to him by one of the

DIARY OF A LONLY GIRL Warning it is for the mature only, there will be lots of sex scenes and dirty talk. This is not one of my typical love stories. Read at your own risk, don't say I didn't warn you. Oh, but it will be a romance story. I will understand if some of you don't want to read this one, it will be more sexual than my others, lol, if that's possible.

HIRED FOR IT RATED 18+ Kyle was in his office sitting behind his desk looking up sites that sell kittens, he wanted to surprise his niece by getting her a pet for her birthday. Only what popped up was not with animals, but of women. Just then his friend Joe Hopkins walked in and went over to him, looking over his shoulder. "Wow, what have we here?" he asked, looking at the women on the screen. "I'm not sure. I was looking for kittens for sale and this came up." Joe read what it said out loud. "Kittens for rent, by day, week or month. Willing to do whatever you want, for parties, personal use or just to have some fun. I don't think your sister will appreciate you giving your five-year-old niece one of these," he said laughing. "So what is this site, is it a dating site or a prostitute one?" .

LOVE BEYOND WRITTEN BY SUNNY JOHN ::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::: PROLOGUE "London," Ida breathes, grinning wide. I take a seat across from her, leaning over excitedly. The old pink table my aunt has had for the past fifteen years creaks loudly as my elbows dig into the plastic. "London," I reply, awed myself. London . London is the key to everything. London is where all my studying, all the tireless hours educating myself have lead to. My brand new agent, Joe Howard, informed me just minutes ago that I will be performing a Soprano solo at the Royal Opera House in London, England and all I can do now is shake. Shake because everything is working out the way I'd

PARALYZED WRITTEN BY SUNNY JOHN :::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::: Prologue Paralysed is an interesting, educative, and lovely story full of suspense EMILY POV My hair felt like they'll be torn apart from my body. Tears filled in my eyes and my visioned blurred. I begged her to stop but she didn't listen. My ears hurt from her screaming. and my heart wouldn't stop beating so much. I looked up in pain and cried out loud because I was scared. Tanya was pulling my hair in anger and dragging me across the house roaring"Because of you my boyfriend broke up with me. My 3 years of relationship is over because of you. You bitch!!!! You should be thrown in a strip club and be raped by men every single day!!!". Sadly, she was my cousin. She held me up against the wall and wrapped her hand around my neck. Making me choke. I cried in pain as I couldn't breathe. She was stronger than me. Melissa came behind her and in a calm voice she said: "What are u doing, Tanya?". She spoke like that seeing her daughter choking me meant nothing. Tanya answered, "My boyfriend broke up with me because of her". She let me go and I dropped on the floor breathing for air. She roared"He broke up with me because he saw her. He told me that Emily is more beautiful and hotter than me. He moaned Emily's name when we had sex!" She turned around to look at me and pulled my hair causing me to stand up. My tears wouldn't stop falling. She screamed, "You will pay for this, Emily!" She slapped me across my face. And screamed again"It's all because of your pathetic face. Wait till they see how ugly you can be!"

Have sex with me is a story of a rich man named Paige who would later fall in love with a poor girl This story is educative, romantic and full of suspense

To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle - the most formidable man Kevin fears. After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms. "You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive. Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street - elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it. When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her? All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss. When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply. "Call her Aunt."

The Wellington beef sat cold on the mahogany table, a graying monument to three years of wasted devotion. It was my birthday and our anniversary, but my husband, Hamilton McKee, didn't even look at the gift I’d spent months knitting. "Our marriage is a transaction," he said, his voice cutting like a scalpel. "Stop trying to make it a romance novel. I just need you to stop existing in my space for five minutes." Then his phone buzzed with a call from Cuba, the ex-girlfriend he never truly left. His cold mask shattered into frantic concern, a look he had never once given me. "I'm coming," he whispered to her, sprinting for the door without a backward glance at the wife he was leaving behind. I chased him into the freezing Boston night, only to be swarmed by predatory paparazzi. As Hamilton’s Maybach roared away, a heavy camera bag slammed into my shoulder. I slipped on the black ice, my skull hitting a granite gate pillar with a sickening crack. Warm blood trickled down my neck, and as the world tilted, the fog in my brain finally cleared. I wasn't the penniless orphan from Southie he thought I was. Images of sterile operating rooms, complex sutures, and a billion-dollar inheritance flooded back—along with the memory of the car wreck three years ago where I was the one who pulled Hamilton from the flames, not Cuba. How could I have spent three years begging for scraps of affection from a man who didn't even recognize his own savior? Why did I let a fraud steal my life while I played the role of a submissive shadow? When I woke up in the hospital, the trembling girl was gone. I ripped the IV from my arm and stared at the man who had come back only to demand I stay out of his way. I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I simply handed him a piece of paper with one word written in the sharp, confident script of a woman who owned half the city: DIVORCE. "Sign it, Hamilton," I said, my voice like ice. "Because by tomorrow, I’m not just leaving you—I’m taking the McKee empire with me."

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

I was Landon Mercer's secret girlfriend and loyal assistant for four years. I thought my absolute devotion would eventually win his heart. But he casually announced his engagement to a wealthy heiress, reminding me I was just a convenient nobody from an orphanage. When I got trapped in a horrific car crash and begged him to call an ambulance, he just hung up on me, annoyed that my bleeding was ruining his romantic getaway. He even blackmailed me with my orphanage's land lease, forcing me to attend his engagement party as a prop. At the party, his elite family and friends brutally humiliated me. They deliberately crushed my broken arm, poured red wine over my head, and kicked me into a freezing pond. When Landon finally pulled me out, he didn't care that I was suffocating and turning blue. "Are you out of your mind? You come out here and cause a scene during my engagement party?" He threw a stack of cash at my shivering body, furious that I had embarrassed him in front of his wealthy guests. Looking at the hundred-dollar bills floating in the muddy water, my four years of foolish love completely died. To him, I wasn't even human; I was just a cheap toy he could abuse and pass around. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. I dragged my soaked, battered body into a car and headed straight to the penthouse of his biggest billionaire rival. It was time to burn Landon Mercer's world to the ground.

I was drugged and sent to a hotel room to be compromised, but I ended up in the presidential suite with a stranger. I didn't know the man I clung to in my hallucinogenic haze was my own husband, Devaughn Winters, a man I hadn't spoken to in a year. When I woke up the next morning, the terror of what I’d done hit me like a physical blow. I fled, leaving behind nothing but a shredded dress and a lingering sense of dread. I thought I’d finally escaped the cold, suffocating contract of our marriage when I signed the divorce papers, but I was wrong. My mother-in-law arrived at my apartment, freezing my sick mother’s medical funds and threatening to ruin me for the "infidelity" she claimed I’d committed. She dragged my secrets into the light, leaving me with no choice but to fight back with a knife in my hand and a 911 call on speaker. But just as I thought I was free, the man I’d spent the night with—the man who was supposed to be my stranger—tore up our divorce papers and declared that I was his to keep. I was a pawn in a game I didn't understand, trapped between a ruthless father who wanted to sell me for corporate secrets and a husband who demanded I belong to him in life and in death. How did he not know who I was that night, and why is he suddenly claiming me as his own? I’m done being a victim, and if he thinks he can own me, he’s about to find out exactly what happens when a cornered woman decides to burn it all down.

I was the "perfect" fiancée for Harrison Vincent—regal, silent, and low-maintenance. For two years, I suppressed my career as a forensic accountant to be the "safe" choice that polled well with his family’s shareholders. But at a high-society gala, I found him in a VIP lounge with a socialite wrapped around him. He told her I was just a "boring art piece display stand" he had to drag around until his trust fund was unlocked. I didn't scream or make a scene. I mentally filed a "bad debt" report, tossed my emerald engagement ring into a glass of stale champagne, and walked out of his life. That same night, I found myself in a dark jazz club bathroom, using a strip of my velvet dress to stop the bleeding of a mysterious man with a gunshot wound and eyes like grey flint. The fallout was immediate. Harrison blocked my credit cards, assuming I’d crawl back once I couldn't afford rent. His mother called me a "nobody" while simultaneously begging me to handle the family's medical emergencies because they were too panicked to function. They treated me like a tool they could discard and pick up at will, never realizing I had already moved my things into a cramped Brooklyn apartment. I couldn't understand why they thought I was still their puppet, or why a black Maybach began following me through the city streets. I had saved a stranger's life and ended a toxic engagement, yet the air around me felt heavier and more dangerous than ever. The truth came out at the hospital when the most feared man in the city stepped out of the shadows. It was the man from the bathroom—Collis Vincent, the ruthless head of the family. He didn't just humiliate Harrison; he took my hand in front of everyone and made a chilling declaration. "Harrison is a fool to have let you go, Helena. Your arrangement with him is terminated. From now on, you'll be working with me."

Keely returned to her Manhattan penthouse a day early, expecting the loving billionaire husband who had just told her how much he missed her. Instead, the scent of cheap vanilla perfume led her to the guest room, where she found Haden tangled in the sheets with his timid, soft-spoken secretary. To the world, Haden was the flawless, devoted partner. He would even beat a man to a bloody pulp at a high-society gala just for insulting her, violently claiming he was protecting his wife. But behind his golden-retriever facade lay a narcissistic monster. While begging for her affection and making her breakfast, he was secretly draining their marital assets into offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands. Keely had to swallow her disgust, forcing a perfect smile as she played the clueless, dependent trophy wife he wanted her to be. It made her physically sick. She couldn't understand how the man who looked into the camera with eyes full of love just last night could be the same thief plotting to leave her with nothing. Was his violent, suffocating obsession with her just a sick cover for his betrayal? But Haden didn't know his "helpless" wife was actually the ruthless CTO of a tech empire. She had already hacked the home surveillance and traced the missing funds, ready to make him bleed. Then, her private investigator called with a medical report that pushed her revenge to the edge. "Mrs. Jones, Darlene Sutton is six weeks pregnant."

Seven years. A three-million-dollar contract. A heart broken into pieces. Serena Powell was never more than a ghost in her own home. Hired by a billionaire to heal his broken son, she spent seven years playing the role of a devoted wife and mother, hiding the jagged scar on her palm,a reminder of the night she saved Victor's life. She thought her love had finally overwritten the contract. She was wrong. When Victor's "true love," Eliza, returns with a child of her own, the fairy tale dissolves. Overnight, Serena is branded an outsider. Her husband treats her like a servant, and her son,the boy she raised as her own,tells her to "just die already" so Eliza can take her place. Accused of a crime she didn't commit and slapped by the man she sacrificed everything for, Serena finally realizes the truth: In a world where feelings come with a price tag, she's already paid too much. Now, the divorce papers are signed, the suitcase is packed, and a prestigious design firm in Glonia is calling her name. Serena is done being a substitute. But as she walks out the door, Victor is about to learn that some things,once broken,can never be repaired. Especially when he realizes he didn't just lose a contract... he lost the only woman who ever truly loved him.

For seven years, I was the perfect wife to Denny Sanford and the brilliant CTO who built the core technology of his billion-dollar empire. But at my brother-in-law's memorial service, I hid behind a velvet curtain in the study and caught my husband passionately kissing the grieving widow, Brittany. They weren't just having an affair. Brittany was pregnant with Denny's child. "Once the paternity test confirms the baby is a Sanford heir, we control everything," she whispered. "Christa is brilliant with data, but clueless with people. She's completely harmless," Denny sneered, dismissing me as a convenient tool. My world shattered. Under his protection, Brittany had already stolen the credit and millions of dollars in consulting fees for my patents. To maintain his perfect facade, Denny even abandoned our six-year-old daughter's championship to hold his mistress's hand through a fake hospital visit. I had sacrificed my days and nights to build his company, only to realize my entire marriage was a calculated lie designed to fund his second family. He thought my scientific detachment made me blind, stupid, and weak. Harmless? I smiled coldly in the dark, backed up every server log proving my intellectual property, and messaged the most ruthless divorce attorney in New York. If he wanted to build his future on stolen data, I would show him exactly how a scientist dismantles a flawed experiment.

Five years ago, my fiancé and my adopted sister framed me, took my family trust, and cut my car's brake lines, leaving me with a shattered body in the freezing rain. Now, struggling as a stunt double to fund my revenge, I risked my life to save a billionaire's trapped son from a locked room. But instead of gratitude, I became the billionaire's prey. Jaidyn Miles, the apex predator of Wall Street, investigated my crippling debts and threw a five-million-dollar contract in my face. "You possess the single most valuable asset in this transaction. Your face." He demanded I dye my hair jet black, wear specific white dresses, and use a bespoke perfume. He wanted me to be the living, breathing doll of his dead wife. I refused to be a billionaire's prop and walked away. But Jaidyn immediately bought the entire movie studio where I had just bled for a life-changing role, threatening to destroy hundreds of jobs and my only chance at a career if I didn't submit. Why was I always just a tool to these wealthy, arrogant men? First a placeholder for a family trust, now a ghost for a dead woman? I grabbed his contract and a pen, my eyes cold. I wouldn't be broken again. "Three months, and you don't interfere with my shooting schedule." I signed my name. I would take his five million, and I would use it to bury the people who ruined my life five years ago.