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Jane lost both of her parents at a very tender age, since which her life has been filled with sorrow. She lived with her father's younger sister, who treated her like a slave. Despite all of this, Jane remained a responsible and decent girl. As time went on, she was able to save up some money and start up a business However, as her business was starting to take off, her aunt became jealous. She imposed some household responsibilities on her. The business was weakened and she couldn't continue. She met John through one of her street friends, James, who was a billionaire friend of John's. John is a wealthy, handsome young man who comes from a very rich family. He was in love with Sandra, his secretary. He was drunk one night and, out of curiosity, he invited Jane to meet him at a hotel. She went to the hotel to meet him. John was drunk. They had a one night stand and they made love to each other. Jane discovered she was pregnant. Will she be able to locate John? What will happen to her pregnancy?
It had been a long and tiring day, much like any other Friday. I had a multitude of clients to
attend to and was relieved when the last one finally left. My stomach was growling, and I had
been checking my gold watch every few minutes, eagerly awaiting the closing time. When it
finally arrived, I quickly turned off my office's air conditioning and quickly made my exit.
As I passed through the secretariat, I noticed the secretary diligently typing away. She might
have been so engrossed in her work that she lost track of time. When she saw me passing, she
inquired about my departure.
"Sir, are you leaving already?" she asked.
"As you can see," I replied.
"Won't you wait for me?" she asked, her smile betraying her curiosity.
"I'm afraid not," I said, "I have somewhere else to be."
She seemed disappointed, but I reassured her with one of my favorite sayings. I then hastened
downstairs to my parked car, greeting the security man, Mr. Frederick, along the way.
"Fine boy, are you going home already?" he inquired.
"Yes, Mr. Frederick. It's past closing time," I replied. "Is there anything you need me to do for
you?"
"No, thank you," he said with a smile. "Just checking."
I bid him a good day and asked him to pass on my greetings to his wife. He obliged, but I
couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious about the "Fine boy" moniker he had bestowed upon
me.
"Look here, Mr. Frederick," I said, stopping to speak with him again. "I think it's time you and the
others stop calling me Fine Boy. My name is John, and I'd appreciate it if you could address me
accordingly."
He chuckled and wished me a blessed day before returning to his post.
As the CEO of the company, I had earned a reputation as the "rainmaker" among my staff, as
they believed that my presence guaranteed financial success.
Mr. Fedrick, the security guard, was particularly fond of me and would often speak highly of me
at the office and even at a local off-license bar he frequented after work.
One evening, I happened to pass by the off-license while Mr. Fedrick was there, and he invited
me to join him for a drink. I agreed, and he continued to sing my praises to everyone around us,
including the bar owner and other customers.
I smiled and bought a round of drinks for the group, but little did I know that Mr. Fedrick's
excessive flattery had attracted the wrong kind of attention.
It turned out that the married owner of the bar was smitten with me, and Mr. Fedrick's hyping
had only fueled her infatuation. I soon found myself in a potentially dangerous situation, and it
was only by the grace of God that I was able to avoid any trouble.
From that day on, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Mr. Fedrick's hyping was not only
excessive but also potentially harmful.
I appreciated his admiration and loyalty, but I couldn't allow him to continue making me the
center of attention in such a way.
As I entered my vehicle and started driving, I couldn't help but smile as I recalled my amusing
conversation with the security guard, despite feeling exhausted.
He was an elderly man with a great sense of humor, who I had come to regard as a father
figure. Although he was my subordinate, I always made sure to show him the respect he
deserved. Life had not been kind to him, so it was my duty to lift his spirits whenever I could.
As I left the main road and entered my street, my phone rang. I checked the caller ID and saw
that it was my friend, James. "Hello, Bro," I answered.
"Hello, have you finished work?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm driving home right now," I replied.
"Great! I just wanted to remind you that my flight is on Sunday," he said.
"Oh, I almost forgot. So, that means we'll hang out before Sunday, right?" I asked.
"Yes, Bro. I was wondering if you could come this evening. I want us to spend some time
together before I leave on Sunday," he replied.
"Spend time with who? Are you my girlfriend?" I joked.
"You're my friend, the strongest of all my male friends," he laughed.
I see. Well, I'm afraid I can't make it this evening. I've had a long day. But I'll come tomorrow,
very early in the morning," I said.
"No problem, Bro. I'm leaving for Douala tonight and will be staying at a hotel near the airport.
Once you arrive in town, let me know. In fact, we'll be in touch as you make your way there," he
replied.
"Okay, Bro. I'll let you know. Thanks," I said.
"Thank you," he replied before hanging up.
My friend, James, has recently obtained a visa to travel abroad, which is why he invited me to
accompany him to the airport.
We have been friends for a significant amount of time, having known each other since
childhood.
As a result, I will miss him dearly upon his departure, although I suppose my feelings would be
less intense had I been married.
In my mid-thirties, I was financially secure and content with my life. I had no desire for a
committed relationship or marriage. I went about my daily routine, enjoying my independence.
On a typical morning, I would head to the fridge for a quick meal before freshening up and
retiring for the night.
The following day, I decided to take a trip to Douala, and I kept in touch with my friend James
throughout the journey. As I arrived in Douala, James promptly picked me up and we chatted on
route to his hotel.
"Man, you're fast," James said with a smile.
"Yeah, I left early to avoid traffic," I replied. "If I had driven myself, I would have arrived even
sooner."
"Why didn't you bring your own car?"
"To be honest, I'm not comfortable driving on highways yet," I admitted. "I can handle driving
within the town, but intercity driving is a bit too daunting for me."
It all happened in a little town named the moonlit pack lyra the strongest werewolf was defeated in a battle by a rival pack which resulted in her loss of memories. The moonlit pack was invaded and every of her pack members were killed leaving her with nothing. This resulted in her death, a prophecy must be fulfilled and her mission must be accomplished. She is revived by an ancient mantle which led to her reincarnation but at this moment she discovers something different: she is still a wolf with weakened powers. This made her upset as she tried hunting on her past to see if she could recover her powers and to seek revenge for those enemies who killed her in the past. Along the way she met a notorious hybrid named Kyle who helped her in her discovery but her hidden potential lay in the hands of an ally who once destroyed her. What will happen if she later discovers the one she trusts is the one that hurts?.
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."
"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.
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.