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Perseus, 21, a boy freshly out of grad college, meets Ana, 19, a sarcastic and lonely girl with an attitude that says, "I don't take no one's shit." Completely mesmerised by her at the very first sight of her, Perseus navigates his way to make her his forever, oblivious to the fact that they both share a certain history together. "You believe it or not, Ana, but you are mine. You belong to me from the moment I saw you, there walking your dog who was bigger than your size." Says Perseus. But she does not even blink at him. "It's Arachne." Comes her oblivious and nonchalant reply before she walks away. "What?" Perseus questions himself in a whisper while standing there, stupefied. **The cover photo Belongs to me.**
(A/N: This novel is original and completely fictitious. All the characters in here are born of my imagination. Any resemblance to real name, place or events is purely coincidental. Enjoy reading!)
Roses. They are beautiful, in every colour that they are available. They are the perfect flowers to profess your undying love to someone. Then why is it that it never occurred to her mind to get those flowers instead? Why has her mind not conjured up that while planning all this? She wonders as she let her hand, that is holding the bunch of hydrangea, fall to her side limply when he does nothing to accept them. Maybe, it is because they are not roses. When all the other girls, her age, her seniors, even her juniors give him those beautiful, colorful roses, he takes them and even kisses them on their cheeks or sometimes, on their lips if he is pleased by them and spends time with them. She has seen them, she has seen them all. And now, there is one more thing that bothers her other than the flowers. Her looks. She is a bit overweight, maybe a little too much. Her breasts are spilling out of her regular bra. Her abdomen is not at all flat. Her inner thighs touch together. However, she is really hoping that her countless flaws are well covered by the black coloured cardigan that she is wearing. But how could she have forced her double chin in possibly? She could only wish for it to go unnoticed by him. And it seems like it's working. As he has even spared a glance at her second time for the last few minutes as she stands in front of him. Well, it looks like it is one of her those days when luck leaves her side. What can she say? There are such days in her life. After all, not all are roses!
"I'm sorry!" She squeakilymutters before turning around to leave, yet he does not look up from his phone screen. Feeling dejected, she begins walking away when all so sudden, he asks out, "What is your name?"
Flustered, she says, "Mirabilis" too quickly before walking off hastily in the direction of girls' washroom. Leaning against the wall, she breathes heavily as a smile plasters itself onto her face. Perseus, her crush, has just asked for her name! She thinks as she clutches the flowers to her chest. A blush creeping up to her cheeks and neck.
[Completed ONLY on GoodNovel] "...So, let me introduce infront of you all, my beautiful daughter and heiress, Callistaa Russells." announced Mr. Callix Russells, feeling proud and emotional as she was the reflection of his Celestaa, and he moved making everyone's eyes to fall on the beautiful lady behind him, including Cain's. And there she was, standing confidently introducing herself as Callistaa Russells. A beauty with a pair of heterochromic gunmetal and hazel eyes. But he knew that she was his wife, Cali Ruth, who had left him nine months ago just like that. Though she was showing indifference infront of him as if she was meeting him for the first time, he knew that she was his wife. And now, he would love to remind her that and will not let her go, ever again. **The cover photo of this novel doesn't belong to me. Taken from Google.**
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
"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.
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?