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An ongoing collection of short stories of various types. A good easy and satisfying read in between big epic romantic sagas.
Lord James Dacre considered himself to be extremely well placed at the Hindon's dinner party, and he settled himself down in his seat at the table with a delightful feeling that circumstances were turning out well for him that evening. In the first place, he was well aware that the Hindons kept a first-rate chef, and, to use his own vernacular, "did you extremely well"; and this certainly counted for something in his feeling of beautitude.
Then he had successfully avoided two of the greatest bores in the room, one of whom was very deaf and the other exceedingly greet, and both of whom were only asked, so he surmised, because they were excellent bridge players.
Dacre had found himself let in for sitting next to them at the last two dinners he had attended that week, and he felt he realy could not put up with it again. These reasons for gratification were, however, rather negative than positive, and would not have put him into such an exceedingly good temper had it not been for a third reason, which was, that he found himself sitting next to one of the very prettiest girls he had ever seen.
So pretty was she that his lordship found himself wondering that he had never heard of her before. Her dark brown hair waved round her face in quite a nymph-like way, while the lines of her young cheeks and throat would have inspired the brush of Lord Leighton.
Dacre fought against an inclination to stare, but by dint of inherited good manners, however, he succeeded, appearing, as usual, indifferent and imperturbable.
When the soup was half over, he considered himself at liberty to throw out a casual remark, to which the fair one responded with a dimpling smile, talking to him so naturally that she accomplished the difficult feat of making him forget even her beauty in her charm.
As the long, tedious dinner progressed on its way, they became quite friendly, and she told him a host of different things about herself, which, she evidently thought, might interest him, or, pherpas, being very childish she did not think of the effect at all.
As a matter of act, he found them extremely interesting -- not that the things she said were important in themselves, save for a kind of subtle sympathy, which seemed to spring up at once between them. She told him, for instance, that among a host of other things, that she liked dogs and couldn't bear cats, that she hated leaving a ball before three o'clock, that she had a brother called Jack who had just taught her to play bridge and who seemed to her to be altogether perfect, and that she was terribly afraid that this paragon might be called to South Africa.
And Jim Dacre looked into her lovely eyes, and was deeply interested in all these trivialities and in the future of the brother Jack whom he had never seen.
The dinner ended at last, to the infinite regret of the greedy old woman, Lady Featherley, whom "Lord Jim," as he was commonly called, had successfully avoided, and to the joy of all the other bridge players, who were longing to get to their game; and a move was made upstairs.
Dacre tried very hard, on the arrangement of the tables, to become the partner of his unknown friend; but his designs in that direction were instantly frustrated by his hostess, who promptly annexed him on his entry into the drawing-room, and insisted on being his partner.
There was no help for it, but the sight of the curly brown head at a distant table distracted his attention. He played less well than usual, and they lost considerably. Several times during the evening he fancied he heard slight altercations at the other table and Lady Featherley's voice raised in rude and unpleasant tones. She was a bad loser, and became exceedingly disagreeable when the game went against her.
Dacre grew extremely bored, and was thankful when at length some sleep person discovered that it was one o'clock, and chairs began to be moved back. During this move, Lady Featherley's grumbling tones were again heard from the other side, and Dacre, listening with anxious ears, fancied he distinguished the voice of his charmer in answer.
"If you give me your address," said the soft voice, which trembled as it spoke, "I'll send you a check tomorrow."
Louder than ever rose Lady Featherley's tones in reply. Dacre turned to his cousin and hostess for enlightenment.
"What's all this about?" he asked impatiently.
Mrs. Hindon yawned as she shuffled the cards together.
"Oh, that silly girl, Lettice Grey, has been losing. It's so stupid of her when has not a brass farthing; and old Lady Featherley is furious, because she thinks she won't get paid. As far as that goes, I don't care if she isn't. Tiresome old thing. She always makes a row. I wish I hadn't asked her."
"What were the points?" asked Lord Jim.
"Oh, shilling points, I believe."
Dacre's adieux were extremely hurried. He had caught sight of the tail of a white gown vanishing round the door, and, leaving the groups still discussing the game, he hurried after it. Hurrah! For a moment the coast was clear. The pompous butler and a yawning footman were standing on the steps, looking for four-wheelers, while she was alone in the vestibule, between the inner and outer halls.
As he reached her, he saw to his horror and amazement that she was sobbing, and, forgetting etiquette and slender acquaintance, he hurried to her side.
"What is the matter?" he asked.
"Oh, isn't it awful?" she said. "I thought I understood the game so well, but oh -- oh ---"
"You've lost?" said Dacre, more as one stating a fact than asking a question.
She fixed him with a pair of horror-stricken eyes.
"I've lost twenty-four pounds," said she, "to Lady Featherley, and I haven't ten shillings in the world!"
There was not a moment to be lost. Already the voices of the rest of the party could be heard on the landing. Dacre was a man of action, and in less time than it takes me to write it he pressed three bank notes into her hand.
"I want you to owe it to me instead of to her," he said. "You shall pay it to me in one year, two years, ten years -- when you like."
As he spoke he was writing, and then he pressed a card into her trembling hand.
"I've written her address on the back of my own card," he continued hurriedly. "Post the money to her the first thing tomorrow, and everything else is just as if it had never happened."
She gazed piteously at him. her lips parted; she was about to speak. Dacre felt the urge to lean in and kiss her, but the opportunity passed.
"Your cab, miss," said the butler.
She faltered, hesitated, saw that functionary's stony gaze fixed on her, gave him piteously grateful look, which seemed to beg forgiveness for her lack of speech, and hurried down the steps.
She hurried into th ecab, and she hurried out of his life, and that was the maddening part of it. And yet it would have been easy for Dacre, one might think, to mount again the shallow stairs and to extract her address from the hostess. Yes, easy enough in the doing, but impossible to do. As he reflected on the storm of ridicule which would be raised by his question, he felt at once that it was impossible. There was only one link between them --- the debt she owed him, and, though he would gladly have released her, yet he welcomed the slender link that held them together.
Dacre's was not a very introspective nature; it did not occur to him that this was what is called "Love at first sight." He merely felt that on the dull horizon of his life a new interest had arisen. She seemed to draw him on from the dull, meaningless trivialities which formed his life towards that world of secret meanings and of fairy imaginings which are hidden in a woman's smile.
and now the light seemed suddenly quenched and misty; but would it only rise again he was conscious he would follow it to the ends of the earth, whether it turned out to be emptiness of a mocking will-o'-the-wisp or the lode-star of a home.
The court of the Austrian Empress Maria Theresa is one of the most glittering and stunning in all of Europe. The affairs of the Empress, her philandering husband, and her numerous children will shape the future of European history.
Eva thought she had a perfect life. She was married to a man she loved and living a life of comfort and luxury. Her whole world is shattered when she find her husband having an affair with another woman. Left broken, Eva moves back with her mother and starts over. She hopes to find love again ,but just as things start to look promising things start to twist and turn. She finds herself embroiled in scandal once more.
Emily thought she was getting everything she wanted when she married the older, handsome, and fabulously wealthy CEO Harrison Lang. However she quickly realizes that their relationship was not meant to last. The spoiled, bored, and capricious young woman soon finds herself being lured into a scandal liaison with well known player Mark Rayner and soon finds herself courting with disaster.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
"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.
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
It's true what they say about marriage: one partner's always happier than the other. ~~~ Julie's world is shattered when her husband, Ryan, reveals that he wants an open marriage. His reason: he needs a child as they've been unable to have one. Julie reluctantly agrees to save her marriage. The next day, Ryan returns home with his secretary, confirming Julie's long-held suspicion that their affair was taking place behind her back. Julie, heartbroken and enraged, seeks solace in a bar, where she meets a fascinating stranger named Luke, who changes the game. Julie confides in Luke over drinks, and he proposes a risky plan: he will act as her "boyfriend" to turn the tables on Ryan. Julie agrees, setting off a chain of events that will challenge everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission—carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!