~Every Celebrity has that one fan that stands out. The biggest fan. What happens when you get married to your idol and find out he's nothing like you imagined. Instead of being sweet, he's rude and cold. But there's nothing you can do, till death do you part. **** ~Javier Thompson, New York's sweetheart. To everyone he's perfect. Unknown to them, it's just a front to be popular, in reality he's harsh and cruel. Cold and blank. ~Leah Anderson, his biggest fan who's dream comes true when she gets married to him. Her heart becomes shattered when she find out exactly who she got married to. Why did she get married to him and how? Why did he get married to her? Why is he cold? And would everyone find out exactly who he is? What secrets would be uncovered? How does their marriage work out in the end? Read on, Find out.
^Leah's Pov^
I wiggled my butt staring at the TV as Javier played on.
** If our love was a story book, we would meet on the very first page.
**The last chapter would be about how... I'm thankful for the life we made.
**And if we had babies they would have your eyes, I would fall deeper watching you give you life.
** You don't even know how very special you are......
**You leave me breathless..... you're everything good in my life
**You leave me breathless.... I still can't believe that you're mine.....
I sang at the top of my voice. The song wasn't his but his remix was so much better. I shook my butt wishing and praying that one day he would sing this very song to me.
Okay, a little introduction. I'm Leah Thompson, a graduate from one of the not so prestigious universities of California. I work as a waitress at a restaurant and I live with my roommate so the rent can be split in half. My parents died when I was little, I wasn't so lucky to get adopted at the orphanage so I left when I was 18.
Luckily, I was able to go to college so now I'm 22, one of the working class ladies. Speaking of my roommate....
"Kyla...." I yell at the top of my voice.
"Are you done idolising your idol, your voice sounds like a broken record." She spat out playfully. I chuckle in response before giving her the finger.
"Am already late for work. I'll see you later."
I grab my bag before leaving the house inhaling the fresh scent of a new day.
"I have a good feeling about today. It's going to be wonderful."
**Javier's Pov**
"I asked for a medium sized soda, not a big sized. What if I'm too bloated to sing huh! Get lost, you're fired!"
I yell at his face, I drop the soda on the floor and turn away angrily.
"Incompetent fools" I hissed a little too loudly and my manager walked in.
"Javier, that has to be the second one you've lost this week. You need to be patient."
"I hate clumsy people, it's not my fault they are all incompetent."
I focused on what I was doing and he shook his head.
"Alright, have you thought about what I proposed?"
"Tom, you gave me a choice between my music and my single life. Besides, marriage doesn't mean I can't screw whomever I want so what did you think I'd pick."
I say sarcastically.
"Well, that's amazing then. Who do you want, super model, Actress. Name it."
"Definately not, I want someone who's plain. A girl who isn't pretty, someone who wouldn't get too attached also, has good manners and all. Someone I can tolerate, who's definately not a theif because Once the deal's over,I'm dumping her." I said with no remorse.
"Alright, I'll work on finding someone."
"Today,I want to get this done as soon as possible."
"Alright,I'll get right on it."
"Who ever that girl is, she's going to have the worse year of her life, I'll make sure I transfer the agression I have in me for doing this to her." I said mentally making a promise to myself.
**Leah's Pov**
"Thank you, come again."
I says as sweetly as possible getting ready for the next customer.
"Good morning, I would like a big belly burger."
He requests. From his dressing, I can tell he's very rich and important. I shrugged it off and focus on taking his order.
Afterward, I hand it over to him waiting for the payment.
"Keep the change." He says making me gasp. He turns around and walks away but suddenly his wallet drops.
"Umm Sir...."
I call out but he was already moving. I rush and pick it up dashing outside. He was getting into his car about to leave.
"Sir!" I yell at the top of my voice raising it high. His eyes twinkle in recognition and he walks up to me.
"Thank you for this, I had an important card in it. I don't know what I would've done without it."
"He doesn't even care about the money in it?" I wondered.
"Umm here's some..." I place my hands in front of him cutting him short.
"I don't need your money sir. Consider it my good deed for the day." He chuckles lightly staring at me.
"And you are?"
"Leah Anderson." I respond with a grin.
"Leah Anderson, I have a proposal for you. Might sound strange but how would you like to get married."
My eyes pop out and I almost laugh at his words. His next sentence sends all my laughter back down.
"To Javier Thompson." He adds as my mouth literally falls open.......
**TO BE CONTINUED**
Kyla Malik, a simple, boring nerd from Lockwood high. Much to her distaste, she's forced to go a party where she engages in a game of truth of dare. She thought it'd be for fun but it ended up giving her a whole new life different from her once boring one. Richard Lockwood, his dad owns the school so he can practically do anything he wants. He has a reputation of never refusing a dare, he had the reputation of getting a blow job from a girl simply because he was dared to. Needless to say, he can do anything What happens when he's dared to do something extreme that pushes him to the edge, makes him quake in his big boy pants. What happens afterwards? What's the dare and will he accept it? ******
Camilla is a decent girl by the books - The greatest bad thing she did was burn her own home. The other complication in her life is a secret that includes Dylan Emerton. What's absurd is that Camilla is compelled to move into Dylan's house, the alternative is being homeless. Being this close to him is futile; Camilla thinks back to her past. His touch. The pain that ensued. But Dylan doesn't. Not even in the slightest. How long will it take before their past traps them? And of what good is the undeniable attraction to each other.
~ Your words mean nothing. I own you and there's nothing you can do about it. ~ Shy, crude and simple college student, Cat Grant is drawn into a world of lies, deceit and treachery not by desire, simply by a harsh force of will. Ethan Quinn, one of the most dangerous mafia lords in the city, by night. A billionaire and one of the most successful CEOs in the city, by day. For years, he’s been at war with his rivals and for years he’s defeated them all until Ted Grant. He keeps searching for a loophole and finally one presented itself or in this case, herself. His simple plan was to use her to get rid of a much bigger problem. Too simple in his humble opinion. Sadly, nothing ever is in this world...
~A Night For A Dime, Cash For My Body, My Dignity For Survival. Annabelle Sinclair never believed there is any good left in the world, she's a pessimist who would rather be alone than be with any other, with a heart cold as ice, a face beautiful as Cinderella guys would love to get one taste of her and she took it to her advantage. ***** All was going well until she made one costly mistake, she paid the price for it and she never remained the same. Years later, she's trying to build herself back up, she dug up graves to keep her past buried but no matter what it always came back to haunt her. Some say a mistake can only be undone by another so that's exactly what she did, she made yet another mistake and this time it was even worst than the last. She became..... A GIRLFRIEND FOR HIRE.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!