Frankie Petrovic is in over her head. Her one night stand is showing up all over the place, breaking into her trailer and offering her weird propositions. As if that's not enough, she is kind of dating Adonis-like, baseball star who has a strange tendency to peek though other people's windows. The two men she is involved with are incredibly handsome, but are very secretive. That is until she stumbles upon a dead girl and they start opening up. Now one claims to be an FBl agent, while the other claims to be a private investigator. Can she trust either of them?
The most important thing you need to
remember about me: I'm impulsive.
Which, I have to admit, doesn't always
make for the greatest decisions.
The biggest amount of trouble I've gotten
into has to be the time when I worked
as a flight attendant. I had a deranged
couple in the first class who fought
through most of the tiresome long-haul
flight. It escalated without a warning
when he smashed his champagne glass
and pressed it against her throat. Instinct
took over and I was on him in a flash.
I rammed him with my beverage cart
before I attacked him with Chanel No.
I may have saved her life, but I had also
gotten fired.
Granted, not fired in an old fashioned
sense, but in a new, modern way. Which
translates into me being rewarded by
getting a paid leave of absence for a
remaining year of my contract. And an
unspoken promise that there would
never be another contract again.
Devastated that I had to leave my dream
behind, I pulled a Frankie Petrovic
classic. I acted on spur-of-the-moment,
bought a trailer and be the rest of the
year on the road.
I glanced out the window of Mary's Diner
just in time to see four friends stumbling
out of a bar from across the street. They
were laughing, having the time of their
lives. I couldn't remember the last time I
had tumbled out of a bar.
I grabbed a tall glass from the table I sat
at and took a sip of water, wishing the
diner offered wine. Cracking a smile as
an idea occurred to me, I pushed away
my half-empty plate of grilled vegetables
and fries. I waveda waitress over, paid
for my dinner, left a generous tip and
said goodnight.
Walking across the street, I let my hair
down. Thick blonde waves fell on my
shoulders and cascaded down my back.
A few turquoise highlights could be
seen- yet another consequence of my
I-got-fired breakdown. I ran my fingers
through it, trying to tame the lion's mane
look I rocked.
I inspected my clothes critically. Browwn
boots, worn-out jeans, and a form-fitting
green top. Nothing fancy, but my
lucky top would help me pull it off as
a going out outfit. I rarely wore it out
of superstition that its magical powers
wouldn't work if I wore it all the time.
With some difficulty, I pulled the
ridiculously heavy doors of the bar open
and stumbled in. Right at the entrance, I
halted to let my eyes adjust to the dark
and foggy room. The smell of cigarettes
was heavy and the smoke slowly weaved
through the thick air.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
I'm a Luna. After three years of marriage to Alpha Nathaniel Blackwood, I'm finally pregnant with his pup. But he's unclaimed me for his first love. I'm leaving the pack with this secret, praying he never finds out. Nathaniel Blackwood is a handsome, powerful Alpha. In a world where humans and werewolves coexist, he has it all: a billion-dollar empire, untold power, a massive pack, and, most importantly, the perfect Luna. But the return of his first love shattered our marriage. When he finds out the secret I've been hiding, will he regret rejecting me? Will I ever be able to forgive him? Dive into this gripping serialized novel to find out more-Enjoy the ride!
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."