Arranged to marry a man she had never met at age twenty, Caroline wasn't keen about it, but ended up reluctantly agreeing to the contract marriage on realizing there was going to be a huge sum of money involved. The marriage ended up being a complete whirlpool of different things for Caroline and her husband, Richard, and they ended up getting a divorce, before parting ways. Five years into the future, a freshly shot patient gets rushed to the hospital in which Caroline works, who surprising turns out to be her ex-husband, Richard. Love really does bloom in unexpected situations and Richard ends up falling for Caroline harder than he ever thought possible, realizing that he could never let her go this time, especially now that he knew she had beared him a son.
Walking throughout the city of Detroit in summer is close to treading the path of righteousness without faith__it's hard that way. What's harder is getting a job as a college student. It's always like a dream that could never come through. The hardest part is that I have been sitting in the lobby of this art gallery for over two hours now, waiting to break the sarcasm of life, oblivious to everything going on, but attentive to my thoughts. The only fascinating thing about this place is the amazing paintings sitting right on the wall of each corner.
A particular painting caught my attention and I could not decipher the meaning the artist was trying to pass. It was of an elephant with its trunk standing out in a quite narrow doorway which it obviously could not fit. "Could you please, drop this over there?" a young lady who has been calling our numbers in, probably in her late twenties or early thirties who seem to be the secretary handed me a face-wipe with a red lipstick stain standing out like that time of the month. I didn't respond at first which caused her to repeat herself. "Of course," I answered with a fake smile, dumping it in the waste bin. Humans are quite disrespectful and I choose to remain an introvert! I thought. "Number 50," the young lady who I later found out was indeed the secretary called out and I looked around me and saw no one. No one but me. "Miss Twain," she called out my name like she was stressed out and the least she needed was me acting dumb. "You seem to me to be the last candidate," she said stylishly in a low but harsh tone. I looked at the number tag hung around my neck and immediately stood up, apologizing intensely. I walked into the office which seem colder than its outside. A young lady was sitting with glasses hung on the bridge of her nose. Her head was bent, seriously working on something which was concerning the job interview. The interior decoration of this place was done by a respectable artist, no doubt. The details were incredible with different art and subtle meanings etched into each. It was a great view of the sight. I took in all the incredible paintings, getting shrewd inspiration from each. "Your file," she suddenly said without raising her head, and to say I wasn't startled will be a lie. "Uhm...yeah," I fumbled for words, bringing out my file from the file jacket and handing it over to her. "Kindly introduce yourself," still not raising her head. I mean, it doesn't hurt to see the interviewer's face. I postured myself well like I was about to take a polaroid shot and began. "I'm Caroline Twain, a 20-year-old college student. I'm in my third year in college but I need a job to continue the funding of my studies. I have been an artist since I was in high school. Growing from presenting a piece for my school's art exhibition to submitting art to a museum. I have been an intern in a fine art gallery for six months now and I have 3 paintings which are yet to receive the appalling literal recognition but..." I was cut short and then, she raised her head. Not the face I was expecting though. I was expecting a quite strict face but was graced with a calm yet serious face that made her brunette look impeccably gorgeous. "Why do you think your three paintings didn't receive the recognition it needed?" "With no doubt, I believe to be an expert in what I do which is meant to be crowned with..." "Miss..." she looked down at my file on the table before she continued. "Miss Caroline Twain. A straightforward answer, please," she said, yet calmly and I was starting to get terrified. The fear that this whole interview could end up like the ones in the past gripped me. "Uhm... I think..." "You think or you're certain? Speak with some certainty, Miss Twain," now, her face was back to my file. "I am certain that most artists hit the verge of a dead rock only to fly back high like a catapult," I don't know how I got that phrase but I guess it caught her mind. "Talk about the originality of your work," she retorted. Now, she's facing her laptop with her well-manicured hand placed on her mouse. "One thing an avid artist like myself proves is the originality of my work. I put in my all with every painting inspiring inner peace. I paint from my imagination which gives my work its sense of originality," "Can I see any of your work, Miss Twain?" she asked and I rushed out to retrieve it. I took off the covering and she stood to check it out more. She traced the painting with her eyes closed. I wasn't sure what she was doing but I didn't interrupt her either. She opened her eyes and smiled at me before walking back to her seat. Everything seem to be going pretty well and yet again, the phrase I dreaded the most was said. She adjusted her glasses well before speaking and I knew instantly what those fine lips were about to spit out. "We'll reach out to you, Miss Twain," she said with a slight smile, handing over my files, and immediately she went back to what she was doing like I was never even in the room. They never do. I thought I did well. I thought the fact that I was a young lady should stand me out but I was denied any form of exhibiting my skills. I looked around the office one last time before picking my painting off the ground and exiting the room. I wasn't even surprised anymore. I wasn't even disappointed but no doubt, I was going to give up schooling or seek a job.
Getting a job would have eased my parent's stress of paying tuition fees. It was starting to seem like they could not afford me anymore. At that moment, I lost all hope and was not open to any form of motivation because I wasn't ready to be inspired by anything. Right now, it's 10:09 am and all I crave is a medium size box of pizza and a cup of cappuccino while I read through my favorite book "love works wonder" The thought of it dropped a bunch of butterflies inside me and a wide smile crawled up my face. I hurried out of the lobby to make my present cravings come true, causing me to smile so hard like I had gotten the job. A few minutes later, I was curling under my duvet with the book I was engrossed with sitting uncomfortably between my thumb and my ring finger, with my index finger and my middle finger holding it well to my face. My eyes scanned through the lines word by word, enjoying every bit of it. I raised my head a bit from my pillow and took a huge bite of the pizza I had ordered a few minutes back, washing it down with a sip of my coffee. This was like a dream come true, I thought and smiled to myself. A description of nature caught my attention in the book and I immediately sat upright as multiple inspirations flow through me. An idea for a painting struck my mind and I got up immediately. I laid out my painting palette and set aside the paint and brushes. I held down the drawing paper pads with masking tape to outline the drawing. I sketched out a daisy attached with a rose. The background illustrated thorns. I stared at the drawing for a while and still couldn't get a hold of what to portray but my thoughts were disrupted by a knock. The knock sounded again. "Who's there?" I asked but no one answered. I walked to the door and opened it but I found an unfamiliar face. "Hi," she said with an extremely beautiful smile. "Hi," I answered with a questioning look. "May I come in?" she asked and I was immediately taken back. The audacity was beyond me but still, I let her in. Her smile was really beautiful. She had this fun demeanor demonstrated in every of her act. Though, she looked a little stylish and girly. She had nerdy glasses attached to her eyes and a pixel-cut hairstyle tinted in pink. She's probably around 5,5 or 5'6, a little taller than I was and a little slimmer. She wore a pink crop top revealing a reasonable amount of her lower belly. She complemented it with cargo pants and pink crocs. She looked like she knew a few right things about fashion. "You have a nice apartment," she complimented after looking around like she had been in my room before now and was looking for a thing she had lost. "Uhmm... Thanks but who are..." I was cut short by her scream. "OMG! You paint? This is a very beautiful piece. What does this illustrate?" she pointed to the paint I had shown at my job interview. "Hold on. Who are you again?" I finally asked. "Oh my... Pardon my courtesy," she said like such a nonchalant attitude could be pardoned. "I'm Clara, Clara Jones. I just moved in. I am your next-door neighbor. I never knew I could get apartments off-campus. I have lived all my life in the dorm," she explained with a scowl and I still could not point out how I should be affected. "I'm Caroline Twain," I replied, trying so hard to play nice to the stranger. "Now that we've gotten past the introductory part. Could you explain to me what this painting means, Carol?" she said and I immediately disliked her. Who enters a person's apartment unannounced and calls them Carol? I scoffed and walked past her, packing my stuff back to its compartment. "Did I say anything wrong, Carol?" she asked. Still never learned her lesson. "You can stop calling my name if at all you need to call me," I said with a little frown and she smiled. "Carol? That's what this is about?" she asked. "Come on! Everyone knows Caroline is Carol. You shouldn't have opted in for a long name if you wouldn't like it shortened, Carol," she said, sitting on my bed and opening the box of pizza. She took out a slice and bit on it before smiling at me. Okay, that's it! "You seem to be in a good mood. You could probably use that mood to unpack," I said, taking the pizza away from her. I am beyond astounded by her act. I have met no one as free-spirited; if I must be nice with my words __as her. "OMG! You're reading "love works wonder"? She asked, closing up the page where I stopped. Oh, God! I snatched the book from her, trying to open through the pages to get back to where I was but I couldn't. Damn! We met a few minutes ago and she's already a pain in the ass. "Get up!" I half screamed. "But why..." I shut her up by pulling her towards the door. "You seem to be in a bad mood today. I'd come back tomorrow to get the meaning to the painting," she said with the most annoying smile I had ever seen anyone labeled on their lips. I shut the door and almost immediately, I heard a knock again and I opened it. "What?" "Do you really think Pauline should make atonement for her revenge? I don't think she should. But I kind of felt happy after Sir Oswald's death, don't you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Can you not drop a spoiler, for heaven's sake?!" I screamed at her before slamming the door. Heaven knows I haven't in my 20 years of living met anyone as annoying as she was.
"You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up." He husked out as he palmed my burning cheeks. I buried my face in the soft, silky sheets some more, muffling the stuttered whimper that bubbled past my throat. "If you're going to act like a desperate little brat, I'm going to treat you like one. Got It?â âââ When eighteen year old Miaâs identical twin gets betrothed to an underboss, Mia was silently grateful for being the least favorite twin who was never noticed. Her relief was abruptly shortened when her twin disappeared on her wedding day, which resulted in Mia being forced to take her twinâs spot and marry a man way older than her father. Mia thought her life could never get any worse, but was proved wrong on her wedding night, when her newly wedded husband was killed and she was being kidnapped by a Mafia Lord hellbent on getting revenge on her father through her, showing her just how cruel and heartless, power starved and rage-blinded men could be. And yet, Mia found herself falling. Falling ridiculously fast, for the most dangerous mafia lord to ever walk the earth. Lorenzo Domenico, the one who never dies. All Lorenzo wanted was to get revenge, he was supposed to put a bullet through the petite girlâs pretty face and send her body back to her father as a present. But somehow, here he wasâ willing to go to any lengths to protect, keep her safe, and all to himself.
âMummy, Is the President our daddy?â Layla asked curiously, head tilted sideways. Her brothers listened in attentively, obviously wanting a response. I forced out a chuckle as I crouched low before her to cup her soft cheeks. âHoney, the president isnât your daddy. The President is a very wicked person.â âBut, we met him today and he was very polite. He even complimented my hair.â Layla continued earnestly and my heart hammered against my chest fearfully. âCupcakes, whenever you run into the President; stay away from him because heâs very cruel, okay?â ~~~ Zendaya Montclair unwillingly got into a contract marriage with the President and suffered a great deal in the marriageâ from having to break up with her high school sweetheart because of the marriage, to depression, to public humiliationâ to her ex-boyfriend whom she was still in love with, getting married to her supposed best friend. Zendaya was heartbroken. She got drunk that night and spent it in her husbandâs bed, which instantly led to an accidental pregnancy. The President wanted her to get rid of the pregnancy because he never saw her as a mother of his future children and only a wife of convenience. That was the last straw. Zendaya left everything behind and fled, promising herself to come back for revenge on every single person who had wronged her. Including the President, she was going to make him pay!
âI hate you. Iâve always hated you.â He gruffed in annoyance and I snorted while folding my arms. âBest believe the feeling is fucking mutual.â âCare to explain why youâre always giving me the âlookâ then?â He demanded, a smirk tugging at the sides of his lips. âWhat stupid look?â âLike you want me to fuck you.â ~~~ It was a hate-at-first-sight thing. Ava would gladly strangle the ridiculously rude stranger who had collided into her and ruined her entire plans for the day, while Mason never wanted to have another encounter with the clumsiest person he had ever come across. Neither of them expected that the next time theyâd be seeing each other again, is to be officially introduced to one another as step siblings. Things didnât get better from there, it got worse. Especially now that they had to live in the same house. Things drastically take a left turn when their parents plans a âfirst familyâs vacationâ, but were unable to make an appearance as scheduled because of some last minute changes, leaving Ava and Mason by themselves, all alone on an island. For three weeks. Ava passionately hated Mason, until she didn't. Till she couldnât pretend to not notice how insanely good looking he was⊠till she couldnât pretend to be immune to Masonâs intense gaze and lingering touches⊠Till she couldnât deny that she wanted Mason to play her curvy body like she was his favorite guitar⊠Till she couldnât deny that she had gone ahead and fallen head over heels, for Mason.
âDonât make me repeat myself twice, part those legs for me, Bunny.â His deep voice which always sends my brain reeling due to how silky it sounds, washed over me slowly as he murmured quietly against my throat. I tried to point out to him that there was no way Iâd be able to do as told with his legs still pinning mine down, but the words died down in my throat when he sucked the skin over my beating pulse into his mouth. âGo on. You want to be good for me, donât you?â âIâ I do.â I choked out, letting out a breathy whimper when he wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed on it a little. âââ Forced to marry the ruthless mafia lord, whom everyone was afraid of at the age of eighteen, Sofia had no other choice but to follow her fatherâs wishes like a dutiful daughter was supposed to. While Luca Ricci only took a wife, because he wasnât getting any younger at the age of thirty-three. She was the angel to his demons, the light to his darkness, the innocence to his sins⊠He wanted to protect her, since the moment he locked eyes with hers on their wedding day and saw the amount of fright brewing in it. He wanted to make her good for him, to mark her as his; with his handprints on her ass and his cum dripping off her face. To own her completely, to wrap his hand around her throat and do so many sinful things to her body. But he was the mafia lord, and danger just seems to be lurking around him, wherever he goes, and in whatever he does. He must protect his wife at all costs.
Gina is a young, hard working lady who gets heart broken on realizing that her boyfriend had been cheating on her ever since they started dating. Single and determined to take life as it comes, Gina comes across Henry, a good looking billionaire whom she misunderstood at first glance â which led them to part ways on the wrong foot. Unfortunately for her, where she ended up finding a job, was owned by Henryâ and he refused her from getting offered a job immediately. Gina desperately apologized for the previous time they met because she desperately needed the job at that moment. Henry finally throws her a deal, for her to get married to him for a certain period of time, before she could get offered a job. Gina thinks that was the most absurd thing sheâs ever heard, but that didnât stop her from agreeing to get married to him when she saw the amount of money that was involved. Along the line, plans gets ruined, feelings gets hatched unknowingly and both individuals would come to realize just how fast and hard they were falling for one another, unhinged.
Kathlyn Georgia has just gotten fired from her workplace for breaking her supervisor's nose. At this stage, Kathlyn is being pressured by everything. There's nothing worse, than having no boyfriend, no job and your landlord disturbing you every night for rent. She manages to land a job as the new assistant of the most popular billionaire in townâAdam Smith. After spending one late night together, Kathlyn finds out she might just be pregnant for his child and maybe she would have considered a relationship with him, if her boyfriendâTony Richards wasn't in the picture.
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Traversing back to the ancient Prime Martial World from modern age, Austin finds himself in a younger body as he wakes up. Yet, the young man he possesses was a miserable dimwit, what a bummer! But it doesnât matter as his mind is sound and clear. Possessing this younger and stronger body, he will fight his way to become the God of martial arts, and rule the whole Martial World!
Sophia Drake braced herself for the worst when she was forced to move across the country in the middle of her junior year. Desperate to escape her shattered home as soon as she turns eighteen, her plans are disrupted by the enigmatic and captivating Ashford twins. Sophia can't fathom the intense attraction she feels for the twins and tries to avoid them at every turn. As she's thrust into an unfamiliar world, her past demons resurface, making her question her true identity. Will Sophia flee from her past's secrets, or will she embrace her destiny and take control of her future?
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
A Love story turned battle of Men for one Lady. Isabella finds herself caught in a dangerous game of manipulation and ambition when she is tricked into a compromising situation by Mr. White, a powerful figure in society. Isabella manages to outsmart Mr. White and escapes his clutches, only to be left in a vulnerable state due to a spiked drink. She seeks refuge in a stranger's room, leading her to encounter Vincent, a handsome and enigmatic man who becomes entangled in her troubles. Vincent discovers Isabella's predicament and reluctantly helps her, leading to unexpected intimacy between them. Isabella's world is turned upside down as she grapples with the aftermath of her harrowing experience. Isabella faces backlash from her family and the public as scandalous rumors spread about her involvement with Mr. White. Despite the turmoil, Isabella receives a promising opportunity in the form of a new role that could potentially elevate her career but this opportunity came from the ones who are after Vincent's downfall. Isabella Signs a contract and is deceived to get her husband's signature which leads to his sudden downfall and he ended his feelings for Isabella to revenge his loss. Vincent entangled between his wealth and his feelings begins to change drastically. Isabella is been protected but she doesn't know who keeps saving her from harm while she builds a bond with Timothy again which led to great chaos amongst the rich. Vincent's psychopath Ex made a return. Feigned friendship and destroys the relationship between Vincent and Isabella. Even after they both lose their pregnancy for Vincent. Melissa, Vincent's ex remained obsessive and harmed those around Vincent. Isabella confronts her family's betrayal and manipulative tactics, especially from her mother and sister, who have their own ulterior motives. Timothy's presence adds another layer of complexity to her struggles as she navigates the treacherous waters of high society and the entertainment industry. After Isabella is rescued from Melissa's grip. She made a move that changed her fate.
Feared by many but seen by few, Alpha Dominic Grimstone is a name whispered with trepidation across the world. His reputation for cruelty is legendary, his ferocity and that of his pack the stuff of nightmares. Stories of those who have crossed his path and met their end at his hands are countless. Katarina Nightshade, the Beta's daughter, has led a life of simplicity within her pack. But as the Moon Ball approaches-a gathering of every pack in the United States-an overwhelming sense of dread begins to consume her. What will happen when Katarina is thrust into the arms of the most feared and ruthless Alpha known to mankind? Will she be the one to defy his cruel nature, or will she fall victim to the same fate that has befallen so many before her?