Knockout Brows

Lorenzo De Luca "The Beast" thought she was only a new prey, but he realized too late that he was the one who was trapped. Signing a contract with the beast was supposed to be the worst thing that happened to Summer, and she wouldn't have done that if she had any other options, but the more she tried to struggle out of the deal, the deeper the beast found himself falling for her. ... I nodded, feeling grateful, and bolted toward the door. Without knocking, I burst inside. "You jerk!" I yelled. “Don’t you know how to knock? and I warned you not to call me that.” His voice was low, irritated. "Your terms are absurds, I have my own terms also." I said as I closed the door. The minutes I turned to him, I screamed. Lorenzo was standing by the window, wearing nothing but a towel, water dripping from his freshly showered body. His broad shoulders glistened in the light, and his defined abs led down to... "A slave speaking of term, Hmm. Tell me about it." He said. "Damn, he is fucking hot!" I said, not realizing I said it out. "Excuse me?" He raised his brow. "huh." I said. "You were talking about terms." He asked, moving closer to me. I couldn’t remove my eyes away. His body was perfection, every inch of him sculpted like a living statue. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, and for a moment, I forgot why I had come in. My heart pounded faster with every step he took, my legs were shaking. "Don't come near!" I yelled at him, covering my face with my hand. "What's the problem?" He asked. I froze, my eyes wide, my cheeks flushed. “Put some clothes on!” I shrieked. “This is my room,” he said, turning toward me with a slow smirk. “I see no reason to.” "Well.. I'm here and I'm not comfortable with you like this." “You’re staring,” he teased. “No, I’m not!” I shot back, flustered. “You want me,” he said casually, stepping closer. “What? No!” I stumbled backward, heart pounding. “You want to feel me inside you.” “God forbid! Hell no!” I shouted, but my voice wavered, betraying me. "Hell yes" He said with a smile. I swear, despite his face is partially covered with mask, I could see the beauty of his face. His smile is so beautiful... it's choking. He closed the distance between us, his eyes locked on mine. “Your body says otherwise,” he whispered, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. The heat of his skin sent a shiver down my spine. Then he whispered into my ears "I can show you what I'm made of, if you want." His voice was slow, deep and arousing. My legs were trembling, I could hear my heartbeat. “Stay away from me!” I pushed him back, panic setting in. But he only laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent my pulse racing. “You don't know what you are missing.” he murmured, his voice low and dangerously seductive. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Just say the word.” I snapped. “Get lost!” I pushed him and bolted out of the room, my heart pounding in my ears. I could hear him laughing behind me, enjoying the moment. His laughter was cut short by the sound of water splashing.

Excerpt Aristia could not help but stare at the platinum blonde a few steps in front of her. She seemed to sparkle with a glow that drew people in around her. Something that only happened to the main character of a novel. [Is that stupid book sure I'm the female lead?] She thought, her jaws almost going slack. At this point, she was sure she was deluding herself— or the book was deluding her. She didn't know why, but she already disliked the girl. [This is definitely not jealousy.] She rubbed her brows, watching how the innocent, naive looking girl exuding female lead aura was being flocked around already by others. "Fuck, I'm in deep shit!" — Excerpt Two "What do you mean this is where I belong?!!!" She asked incredulously. "It is the truth. It might sound extremely absurd and unbelievable, but it is the truth." He said, his voice tinged with helplessness. "Hell, it is absurd." She threw her hands up in the air exasperatedly. The seriousness in his eyes told her he wasn't at all joking or messing with her. He was damn serious. "Ugh. What shit am I involved in?" She asked frustratingly to no one in particular at the news she was still trying to wrap her head around. *** Aristia Andrews had just come back home from work and prepared to go to sleep, when she was given a novel. Nothing strange about that though, huh? But just after she had completed the novel, she woke up to find herself tossed into a whole new world. Taken from her world and the life she deemed perfect, and tossed into a not-so-ideal world. Now part of royalty, she has to get accustomed to living in a backward world of Kings and Queens, Dukes, Marquises, Earls, Viscounts and Barons. Just the titles and hierarchy were enough to make her smart head spin. With beautiful and loving parents and relatives, a cute younger brother, loyal servants and a smart brain, join Aristia as she enjoys eating and making new and delicious cuisines, forms unique friendships, and creates successful businesses. However, she finds all is not as she thought it was; there just might be something bigger than she expected, that the book did not reveal. Now... she has a lot of mysteries surrounding her to unfold, and secrets to uncover, and perhaps she'll find a dash of love along the way.

“Um… Mister… why did you suddenly kiss me?” Jihoon looked up, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. Ryul raised a brow. “What? You didn’t like it?” Jihoon opened his mouth to answer but found himself at a loss for words. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After losing his parents in a tragic fire, Jihoon was left to care for his younger brother while juggling university and part-time jobs. When he moved into a new apartment, hoping for a fresh start, he met his reclusive neighbor, Ryul. He was a mysterious man who avoided interaction and had scars covering half of his face, making him appear even more intimidating. They never quite got along, yet whenever Jihoon found himself in trouble, Ryul was always there to help. Just when Jihoon started to wonder if there was more to him than his rough exterior, Ryul’s persistent ex-lover returned, unwilling to let go. To put an end to the harassment, Jihoon impulsively claimed that he and Ryul were dating. What began as a simple lie soon entangled them in a relationship neither had expected, one that might change their lives forever.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

[COMPLETED] Arabella Donovan sacrificed her youth solely for her husband. However, he divorced her because she could not bear children for him, causing her great pain. Bella decided to disappear from his life. Five years later, she returned to the country with her adorable son. Her peaceful life started to get disturbed when her ex-husband chased her back the moment he found out she was giving birth to his son. But now, she wasn't the same Bella she used to be. She is an entirely different person. ***** "Boss, she's back!" "Who?" Tristan Sinclair asked while scribbling his signature across stacks of papers. "Your wife—" The assistant hesitated, watching Tristan closely. When he saw Tristan's furrowed brows, he corrected himself. "Sorry, I mean your ex-wife, Ms. Donovan. She's returned with a boy..." Tristan sighed, eyeing the contract before him.  After five years of searching, only to find out she's moved on, it feels hurt. But he couldn't avoid it. She deserves happiness with someone else. He'll take this loss.  "She deserves a new husband..." Tristan muttered, dismissing his assistant. "Boss, what I meant was the cute little boy. I think he's around four years old—" Tristan snapped. His head up, fixing his sharp gaze on his assistant. "I need you to arrange a DNA test for the kid. And get me her address!"  A glimmer appeared in his eyes as a smile slowly spread across his face. ______ Author Novel: 1. DAMN! I FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM (Completed) 2. The Bride Of Immortal Crown Prince (Completed) 3. Rebirth: Dancing In My Destiny (Completed) 4. The Billionaire's Genius Wife (Completed) 5. Rebirth As The Vampire Lord's Wife (Completed) 6. My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back (Completed) 7. Betrayed by Fiancé, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon (Completed) _____ How to contact me: >> Instagram account: authorpurplelight >> FB Page: Author_Purplelight >> Join my Discord Server: https://bit.ly/purplelightserver _____ Notes: The book cover belongs to the author. Please don't reuse it!

“I know you're a girl,” Adrian said. “You must be gay and are just trying to cover it up,” Fiona replied, raising a brow. “Come into the pool then,” he smirked, inviting me in. “I dare not.I would rather not have a man touch me” Fiona retorted. “I like girls,” he said, teasing her. I gulped as his words sent shivers down my spine. He likes girls. He likes me! "But..." I’m a boy. "Go get yourself a girl and stop trying to have me,” she said sassily. “But you're mine,” he said, looking at me with a darkened gaze. “No, I’m not,” she answered sharply. “Okay then, I'll go get a girl.”He stepped out of the pool, water trickling down his toned body. Fiona's eyes widened in horror. He was going to get another girl? !No! “I know you’re a girl,” Adrian’s voice met me again, his hot, searing gaze locking onto hers.“ W-What are you saying?”She stammered, nervous under his intense gaze. Trapping her against the wall, he whispered, “You are mine,” his eyes fixed on her lips. Trying to stand her ground, “I’m not anyone,” she said, trying to stand her ground,forcing herself not to show fear. Before she could say another word, Adrian leaned in, capturing her lips. —------------------------------------------------ What happens when Fiona, whose life has always been controlled by her mother, is sent on a mission to spy on her mother’s enemy’s son—disguised as a boy?What happens when she falls in love with her target?Will she opt for the love of a mother or the love of a partner

We became what the eyes see us as. Not us. Not real. *** "Try this." Yuki lifted his gaze to see a fish ball skewered on a stick, held close to his mouth. The hand offering it belonged to none other than the striking stranger standing beside him. He wore a blue and white uniform, a black bag slung over one shoulder. Yuki’s eyes landed on the stranger’s face again. Even now, he still wasn’t used to seeing someone like him—a face that seemed completely out of place in their small, ordinary town. There was no doubt he was an outsider. "Yuki." Yuki was startled when the stranger moved the skewer even closer to his lips. He could smell the warm, spicy sauce, and without thinking, he quickly flicked his tongue over it. His brows furrowed in surprise—it was unexpectedly delicious. Instead of reprimanding the stranger, he found himself praising him. "Mm, this is good!" He opened his mouth to take a bite of the fish ball—only for it to vanish into thin air. "Huh?" Confused, he looked up, but the stranger was already busy selecting more street food. Yuki’s cheeks suddenly burned, and with clenched fists, he moved closer to him. "What’s your problem?" Even the elderly vendor glanced at them, observing how the stranger completely ignored Yuki. His face flushed with frustration, as if ready to pick a fight. The vendor quickly intervened. "Alright, alright, no fighting! Son, just choose what you want." He nudged Yuki toward the food stall. "No, thank you." Yuki muttered before walking away from the kiosk. The old vendor watched him leave, staring in silence until he disappeared from sight. "One more order of that, please. And make it to-go." The stranger finally spoke. "Ah, sure, son." When the vendor handed him the food, the young man left without another word. Hands in his pockets, he walked in the same direction Yuki had gone, the plastic bag of fish balls dangling from his fingers. The vendor sighed and sat down, shaking his head. "Kids these days." ©2025

{Warning: Mature content} To attain money and her life back, she is ready to seduce the big shots! ---- "So, I am dead for real?" Her brows wrinkled. "Yes, sort of. But you can return if you accept my offer-" "No" Without listening to the rest, she declined promptly. Stunning the man. "At least, hear me out-" "No" The woman shook her head. "I don't even know if I were poor or not. Why would I want to live the unknown life again? Sorry, I am not playing your little game" She scoffed. Giving up on the opportunity, which left the man at a loss for words. He sighed. "All right. You will get your life back, including the ten million dollars. Are you in or not?" The woman's eyes gleamed with bliss right away. "Yes! I am in!" A quick change of mood shocked the man. All she cared about was money! ~~~ With no memories of her life, she wakes up to a man offering the chance to live again; but under one condition where she has to succeed the missions in the system he created. He calls her 'L' and vows to give the share of money if she achieves the task which is to charm big shots and swindle them! {The novel is pure fiction. It contains no intention to ruin the image of organizations mentioned in the novel. My first language is not English. There may be mistakes in the chapters. I apologize for those in advance}

Selina gasped for air, her heart racing as her body involuntarily thrashed in her sleep. Her indigo eyes flicked open wide as she choked back a scream. She looked up into Liam's worried face as he wiped away the beads of sweat forming on her brow with a damp cloth. "Lina, this was the longest one yet. Your whimpering and thrashing woke me about 36 minutes ago, and you were already covered in sweat." Liam told her, his voice heavy with concern as he glanced at the clock. Liam ran his hand through his hair. "Please tell me you remember something this time." He asked, almost pleading. Selina shook her head while sitting to look out the window. Over the forest, the orange-pink hue of the sunrise was starting to appear. Selina breathed deeply as she tried to recall something, anything other than the emotions she experienced during her dreams, but as usual, she was unable to. Some dreams were comforting and made her feel warm. Those dreams involved a blonde-haired man with green eyes. The other dreams, much like the current dream, left her full of despair and fear or left her feeling just plain empty. Usually all she could recall of those dreams was fire or blood. Liam stood up, muscles tense as he raised his arms and ran both hands through his thick black hair again, grabbing a fistful which he let fall back as he spoke, "Maybe she was wrong. Or maybe the prophecies were wrong. Maybe we really are Moonglow and not Lunaria. I don't know." Liam sighed deeply, sitting on the edge of his bed and turned to face her again before continuing, "Lina, your dreams are getting worse, and time is running out. You haven't dreamed of him in months. We don't know anything, not really. We just have mom's fairy tales. It's been ten years, maybe our memories are wrong. I... I just wish we had some guidance, something firm." An image of an attractive man with a square jawline, full red lips, deep green eyes and chin-length shaggy blond hair flashed through Selina's mind. She inhaled deeply before speaking, "He's Valentino. We need to get to Red Lake Pack." ********************************************************************* The Lunaria bloodline has been hunted for generations forcing them to live as lone wolves to conceal their identities and ensure the chance to fulfill the prophecy. According to Selina’s mother, Selina Moonglow is the prophesied one. With the disappearance of her mother when she was young, Selina only knows four things: Her dreams will guide her Never reveal their true last name Follow her instincts Her wolf will stay bound until she accepts her mate. ****************************************************************** Selina stood before him, her fated mate. She had dreamt of his scent and his eyes for months now. A warmth crept over her as the flutter deep within her belly increased, almost to the point of breathlessness. He was seated at his desk, studying something with his shaggy blonde hair covering has face as he looked down. Why isn’t he looking up? The mate bond should be forcing his eyes to me... Selina thought. Confused she called his name, “Valentino..” Before she could finish, his cold, hard voice interrupted her, “It’s Alpha Valentino. Get out. I’m busy. Make an appointment.”

*Excerpt* "Argh..." Ellie forced herself to stop moving, and she pushed the man dragging her away by her arm with all the strenght she could muster. "Aren't you listening to me? He's only a child. Please." she pleaded. The man was as solid as a concrete wall, and although he barely moved a step away despite the force she used in pushing him, her actions seemed to have made him stop dragging her. Or maybe not. Because the next second, she heard the sound of the sole of a shoe hit the ground, then another, and another... Turning around in apprehension, she realized the painter had finally turned from his painting and was walking toward her. Her bones froze instantly. His face... She had no words to describe how beautiful he was, even though his skin was almost white. His dark brown hair fell over his forehead, almost covering his dangerously cold dark grey eyes. His steps were slow and majestic, making him look like a top ranked demon walking out of hell with just one agenda — to end her miserable life. He reeked of bloodlust, and the aura around him radiated death and destruction. The hairs on her skin stood up in reaction to the threat approaching her, and knowing she couldn't outrun him, she fell on her knees. "P-please, I-im s-sorry for disturbing you a-and pushing him. My brother is only a child. He's sick and I'm the only one he has. If you must imprison me, then I beg you to at least take him to an orphanage." Ellie pleaded, stuttering for the first time in her life, her eyes fixed on the floor. A moment later, she felt a cold finger touch her chin, pushing her head. When that was done, he took off her mask, exposing her face. Ellie's heart was beating wildly by this time. There was no trace of warmth, neither did any emotion register on his face upon seeing her complete facial features. It was just plain, cold, blankness. "You are in no position to make demands." His lips finally moved, and the words that came out of his mouth crushed Ellie's heart. "It's not a demand. Just a request. I don't want him to die." She persisted. "What makes you think I would grant such a request?" "Because it's the right thing to do." Ellie gave the obvious answer, but his face twisted like she just spit poison at him. "Do I look like someone who gives a fuck about doing the right thing?" "No!" Ellie answered truthfully. "I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Saving my brother is not the right thing. It is the wrong thing. In fact, I can assure you it is the wrongest thing to do." She made a quick U-turn, and the painter's brows flew up in surprise for just a second, before his next order jumped out of his mouth. "Take her away." *** Life dealt Ellie Sander a cruel blow when her parents suddenly died in a car crash, leaving her to cater for her five year old anaemic brother, whose ability to walk was affected by the same crash. With no money, no stable job, and no help coming from anywhere, she was forced to take advantage of the insecurity in their town to fend for herself and her brother. Being a waitress in the day and a fake Vampire at night, she raised enough money and all went well until one night when she met with the real vampire, and her freedom was taken away.

Diana stood in front of his door fumbling with the knob. it wasn't like she was scared to enter his room as this won't be the first time she was entering and neither would it be the last. She was about to do something very wild and may be stupid of her but this was the definition of her and it won't change. Sighing and taking a heavy breath,she opened the door closing it behind her and she met him on his bed with his back kissing the surface of his bed...shirtless as usual. he really didn't like putting on a shirt from what she had gathered. "Diana..what the hell are you doing here?" He said sitting up to reveal the cross on his chest and his sleeve tattoo on the left arm. he also had the drawing of a skull at the right. "We made a deal remember?"she reminded him and he raised one brow up to ask 'what deal?' Diana was wearing a smirk looking so wicked and Xavier could not help but wonder what she was up to. standing up fully from his bed,he went to stand in front of her. "What deal Diana?" "I got a tattoo" she bursted the news to him and his facial expression said it all,he was shaken up. "You got a whaa?" "Tattoo....I got a tattoo" "Are you fucking with me.. please tell me you're messing with me Diana" It felt so good to hear him curse. it sounded so seductive coming from him... everything he does is seductive... FOCUS DIANA..NOT NOW,she said slapping herself internally. "I'm being serious" she made it clear to him incase he e was having problems believing it. "Diana I told you not to get a tattoo" "Not exactly as I remember,you dared me to get a tattoo" "Your dad is gonna be mad" "It's my body..I get to do what I want" "How many tattoos did you get?" "Three" "Three? isn't that too much?" "Speak for your self. you got your whole sleeve tattooed, you've one on your chest and you've one on your right arm...who has the most tattoos now?" "That's me, I'm a male and I'm not underage" she scoffed when she heard him. "So now,I'm underage? I'll be 19 next year...I think I'm off age to make my own decisions" "You're still under your father's roof" " I will be moving out...and besides,he won't know...unless you're gonna tell him" Xavier sighed. this girl who stood in front of him could be so stubborn at times. How could such a pretty face be this stubborn?, he asked himself. "Can I at least see the tattoos you got?" "yeah sure." Taking off her shirt to reveal the black tank top she was wearing underneath it, she turned to her side so she could reveal her left arm. "Fuck!! you got a skull?"And for the second time since she entered his room,he cursed again.... why do it seductively?,she said in her mind. "Yes I did..what's wrong with it?" "Couldn't you get a flower or something feminine?" that was the samething the tattooist had said. "If you could get a skull,why can't I?" "I'm a man... Dianne..you're a girl, the whole point of being a girl is being girly and getting a butterfly or flower tattoo is something that is girly" "Well I don't want to be girly if I can't get a skull tattoo" He heard her say " And besides, I got a flower tattoo" She showed her belly which was now very visible as she was wearing a tank top. "And where's the other?"He asked as his eyes scanned her body for the last one. "I rather not say" He scoffed when he heard her.did she really get the tattoo in that place he was thinking of? "Besides you still have to keep the end of your deal" "And what was the deal again?" "If I get a tattoo before Wednesday, you would fulfill one thing I ask for and if I don't get a tattoo before Wednesday,I would do what you want" "I won so you will fulfill one thing I ask for" "Fine,what do you want?" "Kiss me...."

[ Warning; Mature Content! Harem ] [ Warning: Dark Fantasy... ] [ Key genre: Xianxia, Xuanhuan... Sophisticated words, you heard it correctly juniors, this forbidden scripture possesses sophisticated words so stop bitching about it, aside from Mc no other character uses raw modern words and slang, ] Are you looking for a Smart and intelligent Mc? Are you also looking for Villain Mc? Well, search no more! — Thy, The primordial Saint Lord, Ruler of absolute Truth, has brought another forbidden scripture for wondering Daoists who are seeking wisdom, to get enlightenment. This demonic lustful scripture follows the journey of a cold, cunning, and lazy Daoist named Bai Lung, who is equipped with a Sugar Mommy system, ready to hunt some chosen son of heaven. ........... Tags: |Smart Mc| Adult Content | Harem| Cultivation | Op Mc| System-Mc relationship| Taboo| Villain | Massacre | Cold and cunning MC | No-Beta Mc| et... --------- Beta: Arrghhhh- Another boring braindead cultivation novel, I am tired of this shit. Author: I presume so, Beta: Shut Up! You shouldn't die. Author: I mean, we are all dying. Beta: "..." ? Author: if you have done barking, could you step aside and stop polluting the air, I would appreciate it. Beta: Aaarghh- you... Same villain novel, stealing the luck from this protagonist, that protagonist, sleeping with this maiden, that jade maiden, slim waist, lotus feet Author: Trust this senior, it's actually good. Beta: shut up! Author: Is Junior seeking death? Beta: fuck off, Author: *Raises his brows and erases the existence of beta* ... Chad: oh! Honorable senior, this humble chad has received some divine enlightenment from your presence alone, I can't stop myself from diving deeper into this heaven-forbidden scripture. Author: oh! An intelligent junior. Chad: * kneels and accepts author as sect master requests to join sect* #Sect https://dsg.gg/culturesect (search in Google ) https://discord.com/invite/QaCzkvHsuN https://discord.com/invite/tknrUfPfrb Chad: the humble chad is pleased to read such mindblowing scripture, the senior really blessed this lowly mortal. ------ Bonus chapter: Castle — 5 chapter Spaceship — 10 chapter

Prepared for the best and yet the worst, Hazel takes to work in the city to take care of her son. Few years later, Xavier disappears and ends up with president Logan. He is officially introduced as a descendant of the Bart family by chairman Bart himself. Scandal upon scandal surfaces and the real father is finally found to be the president. " Why do you treat mommy badly? Mommy has been unhappy because of you! " Xavier queried. " You knew she is your mommy?" Logan creases his brows looking at the little boy. " Old fool, I didn't fall from the sky, you know..." " Well,you have to join me get your mommy back!" The president's assistant enters, " Sir, report just arrived that Ms. Anderson has been kidnapped." Logan's expression changes drastically. " Under your watch?" he shot his assistant an aggressive glance. " Sorry sir." Xavier smacks his lips as he turned to his father. " Are you going to find my mommy or watch me find her myself?" " You rude thing, don't make any moves on your own." Logan warns Xavier and turned to leave with big strides. " Promise me you will bring her back safely.." " Keep an eye on him. " Logan commands his assistant and shuts the door on his son. Two hours later, Xavier disappears without a trace. Pictures and videos of his little body being torn apart are sent across to Logan. " See if this interests you or perhaps you want further good news." the caption reads.... Unravel the mysteries together as the best is yet to be born.

Chu Fan’s world fell apart when his girlfriend dumped him for the big shot running a film and TV company. Right before they split, he tried to get her to sleep with him one last time—and boom, the Godly Rich System turned on, handing him money and power like it was nothing. Pissed off and ready for revenge, he decided to take over that company and make the boss pay for stealing his girl. A while later, his ex crosses paths with him again. She’s floored—there’s Chu Fan, cruising in a Bugatti Veyron, some knockout stunner at his side who makes her look like yesterday’s news. While that group boss buffs her up into a shiny celebrity, Chu Fan spots a jaw-dropping schoolgirl and molds her into a star so bright she burns his ex’s career to ash, over and over, in the cutthroat glitz of showbiz. Thanks to the system, Chu Fan’s got swagger that pulls in every kind of gorgeous woman you can imagine—sweet campus queens, leggy models, a piano teacher with a killer smile, even CEOs who could run the world. It’s not just the ladies, either; the system can also extract talents from his women, letting him flex unbeatable skills in whatever field he damn well pleases. From Hollywood to the global stage, he’s stacking wealth, women, and a whole lot of “I told you so.” But here’s the kicker—how long can he keep climbing before someone, or something, drags him back down?

Waking up from a coma was the least of Serena’s worries when she finds out she’s married! She can’t remember who she is. Her parents are plotting to kill her. What does a young woman do in such a situation? She traps her handsome rich husband ofcourse! Serena will not let him go until she uncovers the truth. Aiden Hawk married for convenience. Blackmailed by his grandmother, he came up with the perfect plan. Marry a woman on her deathbed and play the role of her grieving lover. When she passes away, he would be free to do as he pleased! But to everyone's surprise, she came back alive! What’s more, she’s sticking to him like glue! Will their accidental marriage work out or will they be separared for ever? *Picture credits: Queenfrieza Snippet: Her eyes widened in shock when he walked over to lock the hospital room door with a click. "What are you doing?" she asked shakily. She did not like the look on his face. He raised a brow and smirked, raising the corner of his mouth. "What do you think I'm doing?" "Why… why did you lock the door?" "My wife...You've woken up after so long. Of course, I have to spend some time with you undisturbed..." Serena watched him as he walked towards her, his presence seemingly filling the room. Her heart almost threatened to leap out of her chest...She wanted to jump off the bed but her legs were useless and she had no strength...

TRIGGER WARNING; Plot may contain_ Sexual abuse, Drug use, Karma and Mature scenes. Trinity Aerings is the selfish, formerly fat twin. Her sister, Thelma isn't or wasn't. It went back to that unfortunate night when she abandoned her sister and cousin.. for her childhood best friend and crush, Brad, the same night there was a gang shoot out and two female rape victims taken to the hospital. The female victims happened to be her sister and cousin. Not only did she lose her parents' love but also their trust. And who can love or trust those whose, moral flawless, parents do not? Can Trinity clean up her reputation? What happens when it turns out the twin that night wasn't her sister? Trinity 'hates' Brad Cadaver, at least she tries to. ::::::://:::::::// BLITHE •°°••°°•• 'There are parts of you that I like.' My eyes lowered to his lips, my brows creasing in thought. My lips didn't escape my teeth. 'Oh really?' Brad's corky smile brought my attention back to his eyes. 'Like what?' 'Your ankles!'

ANNOUNCEMENT: Before you start reading, go through the content,that is, the chapters I have uploaded. Some chapters have been tagged “ DO NOT READ”. Please skip those chapter and do not unlock them. Thank you. Do you realize you just played with fire?” He asked in a deadly tone but Maya was too drunk to know what was going on. “Yh, and I loved the heat.” She replied drunkenly, wrapping her hands around his neck. “You’re going to regret this when you sober up,” he said, trying to peel her off him but she pouted and shook her head like a five year old whiles settling on his lap more comfortably. At least, comfortable for her not him because he was having a hard time controlling his little guy down there. “I need you to show me all the fire you possess, handsome,” she says before giving him a chaste kiss on his lips. “Was that supposed to be a kiss?” He asked with furrowed brows. “Uh...huh,” she nodded with a smile. “Lemme show you how it’s properly done,” he said pulling her chin closer and claiming her lips fully. ———- “The divorce papers will be here soon, make sure you sign them,” Damian said bitterly, without sparing her a second glance. Maya’s mouth opened and closed but no words came out. This came as a pure shock to her. She wanted to pinch herself so hard to wake up from this nightmare. Is this the same man she got married to? Is he the same person who swore his undying love for her? The one who promised to be by her side no matter what? The one who swore to trust her no matter what? “I thought you said you trusted me,” Maya said, her voice coming out in a whisper. “Where did all that disappear to?” “I did Maya.....” “Maya? So it’s Maya now?” Maya cut him off. He had never called her by her biological name ever since they got married. It was always ‘wife’. So what happened now? “It’s no more wife?” She said a drop of tear rolled down her left cheek. “I can’t be married to a murderer,” Damian said coldly and Maya’s already broken heart shattered into pieces. It felt as if her heart had been ripped out. She just wanted to fall on her knees and shout till her lungs hurt. “I’m a murderer now? Is that what you call me?” Maya asked, pain evident in her voice. “That’s what you are,” Damian yelled making her flinch. “I won’t explain anything to you again Damian,” Maya chuckled sadly. “But the day my innocence is proven, this is a promise I’m making to you Damian. I’ll walk out of your life just like you’re doing now and I won’t come back again,” Maya said determination filled her voice. “I’ll wait for that day,” Damian said coldly and turned to leave. The tears Maya had fought so hard rolled down her cheeks as she stared at his retreating back,this was the man she had given her all to. The man she fell blindly in love with and this is how he pays her back??? Filled with an unknown but strong determination, Maya decides to do whatever it takes to prove her innocence even if it means getting help from an unlikely source. **** Maya’s world came crushing when she finds her fiancé in bed with another woman. Out of sadness, she goes to a bar that same evening to drink her sorrows away. What happens when an out of control drunk Maya ends up on the laps of a cold hearted CEO. A dark night, series of misunderstandings, a contract, what happens after she sobers up and realizes what mess she has gotten into. Will she succeed in thawing the cold CEO and make him a bit soft and gentle? He tasted her and now he feels addicted. If her lips and innocent kiss could make him feel this way then what if he went further? What would happen to him if he crossed the forbidden gates. He’s been with a lot of women but no one has made him feel this way. He feel the walls he has built around him crack and his stone cold heart thaws whenever he’s with her. He wants her and would do anything to to have her and make her his. ****** BOOK COVER OR IMAGE ISN’T MINE. CREDIT GOES TO GOOGLE.

“I love you, Brys," Storm whispered. “Love?” I scoffed. “Do you even know what love is?” I raised a brow at him. “Of course, I do. I love you, Brys," he repeated as he leaned closer to kiss me. “I've had feelings for—” The words died on his lips. His eyes grew wide in shock as blood spluttered from his lips. “Wh... What did you just do?” His gaze went down to the knife I drove deep into his chest. “What's wrong, Storm?” I smirked. "Don't you love me anymore?" I mocked. Though it hurts me to do what I did, I had to do so, for my safety. If I don't kill him now, he won't hesitate to do the same to me, in the future... ***** Mega, a nerd who is obsessed with reading novels and comics, ended up reading a comic that sent his blood boiling. He cursed the omega in the book who was so pitiful that the Alpha used him only to kill him when he felt the omega was useless. Unfortunately, Mega had an accident on his way on an errand, and by a sheer stroke of luck, he found himself in the same trashy comic. And what was more? He discovered that he now resides in the body of the omega who was abused by the Alpha he admired. Now, he's determined to turn his fate even if it means going against the plot, and his stupid system. He was determined not to make the same mistake his former host had...

After the death of her grandmother, a mute artist returns home only to discover she’s been sold out by her uncle and aunt. With her world crumbling, she struggles to rebuild her life, tangled in the web of her enigmatic buyer. She convinces herself that, despite his behavior suggesting otherwise, he is better than her family. But everything changes when she uncovers his true nature and demands her freedom—only to be met with an unexpected ultimatum. --- "You must be wondering why I brought you under my roof and paid so much for you, knowing how much I despise wasting resources, right?” These are the same questions I’ve been asking myself, but why is he suddenly posing them to me now? Am I about to be set free? Or am I about to face a new prison, one with stricter walls? Come on, Carmela. You're a writer—don’t let your imagination run wild. In books, the female lead is usually hit with endless rules and restrictions when faced with these kinds of questions. Is that my fate, too? "First and foremost," he began, his voice smooth but laced with an edge, "I’ll admit I brought you here for selfish reasons. But I don’t want my motives to be an obstacle in your life." He stepped closer, his gray eyes locking onto mine like magnets pulling me into a dark abyss. "I’ll give you one hour. Run as far as you can, and I won’t chase after you." His words froze me in place, but my body betrayed me, refusing to step back as he approached. His hand slid around my waist, lifting my face to meet his smoldering gaze. "Stay," he murmured, his voice a melody that sent shivers through me, "and you will be mine. Forever. I don’t let go of what’s mine." As suddenly as he drew me in, he released me, leaving the room without a second glance. Yet the rush of emotions he stirred refused to settle. --- "I no longer wish to be your slave," I declared, my voice firm. "I’ll repay every cent my adoptive family owes you." Nix tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You sure?" "Six months," I replied. "With interest. If I fail, I’d rather jump off a cliff than live as your property." His laughter, deep and intoxicating, echoed around us. "No, beloved," he purred, his tone both dangerous and alluring. "I won’t let you die so easily." He set a small box before me, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Accept my proposal. Be my wife for one year, and I’ll erase the debt. I’ll even give you a billion to rebuild your life." His offer hung in the air, heavy with promise and peril. Before I could respond, he vanished into the crowd, leaving me alone with the weight of his words. --- "Ahem... that man you were with—what’s your relationship with him?"* Damian’s voice broke the silence. I met his gaze, raising a brow. "Why do you care?" "Don’t get me wrong," he replied, his tone stern. "But he’s dangerous. You shouldn’t be involved with him."* "Really?" I leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, feigning indifference. "Yes, Carmela. Cut off all ties with him," Damian warned, his voice cold and unyielding. But will she walk away... sign the contract... or take the ultimate plunge? **Coming Soon.**

#Yandere #Obsession #Bloody #Manipulation It was a known fact. Everyone would enter the circle of reincarnation upon their deaths, eventually forgetting their own memories before starting a new life. It was their libration. Alastor knew that, and when he was faced with either being caught and tortured or jumping down, he decided the latter. As much as this life meant for him, Alastor knew he wouldn't be missing much. His potential was too great to waste on this life. However, something went wrong. Once Alastor opened his eyes again, he had to arch his brow in disbelief, “What the heck is the meaning of this?” A floating shadow formed a holographic screen in front of him, with clear words written there on it, [Welcome, Player Alastor! Unfortunately, something wrong happened and your reincarnation had failed. However, now you have a chance to play in our glorious world, Esme!] Alastor had many things running through his head, especially once he noticed the additional line at the end, [Esme Game is going to start in 29:23:59] ------ ༺Dropped.

"Why don't skeletons fight each other?" She turned to look at him, her eye brows furrowed. "How does this have anything to do with the dire situation we are in?" She gripped her scythe, tightly. Fear still gripping her. He kept on talking as if he didn't hear her. "Because they don't have guts." Before bursting into one insane laughter that filled her with warmth. Fear slowly dissolving, she joined to. Few moments after the laughter died. "Your joke... It wasn't funny." His eyes widened, comically holding his chest in hurt. "Ouch!" Before flashing a hot crazy grin. "Well that wasn't the purpose in the first place though it wouldn't hurt if it was funny. Now you are much relaxed, don't you agree?" Funnily enough she was. They both stared down at the ruins. "Our inner monsters make excellent dance partners once you learn to lead." He started again this time his voice much solemn. "But what if it refuses?" She closed her eyes. Thinking about it was stressful. "Tame him with kindness or bribe it with chocolate it works with mine... Then you'll dance in the battlefield like a battle fiend you are meant to be like everyone's watching and the monster inside you is your hypeman. Whatever works." ------------------------------------------------- A suicidal psychotic girl scarred by the loss of her childhood best friend and mother which no one believed existed transmigrated into a very unusual world. On waking up in her new body she discovers that her previous body owner didn't make life any easier for her. Especially when she killed The Royal Sixth Princess of Alvaron. And well killed herself. Amanise is caught in a murder case she didn't actually do. And why everything seems 'normal' in the beginning she soon discovers that real things lurk in the dark. And it wasn't her laundry pile under her bed. ---------------------------------------------------- Hi am XR, A new author with my first book. English isn't my strong suit but I will make the read enjoyable. Though it's new, Don't miss out on the ride is gonna be amazing. THE BOOK COVER IS MINE. Peace.

Zade Krinson is a talented young businessman. Although he is only nearly 30 years old, he owns a large real estate company with many branches. Lee Seungmin is his contract husband. Of course, he has no feelings for this contract husband and is often cold to Lee Seungmin, however Lee Seungmin is always devoted to his family and he is still faithful to his husband* Zade has a little lover, her name is Laura Vance, she is pretty and always acts cute but in fact she is a scheming and cunning person, she often has affairs with many other men behind Zade's back. Even so, Zade didn't know that and still hung out with her ... Today Lee Seungmin brought lunch to the company for Zade as usual, when he was walking to his office, he bumped into Zade's little lover, she wouldn't let him go and wouldn't accept Lee Seungmin's apology. Laura made cruel sarcastic remarks to Lee Seungmin and even insulted Lee Seungmin, not stopping there, she threw the food that Lee Seungmin had painstakingly prepared for his husband to the ground and stomped on it When she heard Zade's footsteps approaching, Laura slapped herself in the face and cried, pretending to be the victim. When Zade came closer and saw this, he didn't seem to listen to Lee Seungmin's explanation and slapped Lee Seungmin hard in the face. “Ahh..oush..!” my tears fall a little Zade Krinson rushed over, his expression darkening when he saw Laura crying and Lee Seungmin on the ground. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and delivered a harsh slap across Lee Seungmin's tear-stained cheek. "What the hell is going on here?" Zade demanded, his voice low and dangerous. He glared down at Lee Seungmin, who was now clutching his reddened cheek, fresh tears spilling from his eyes. "I don't want to hear any excuses. You've gone too far this time." Laura sobbed loudly, burying her face against Zade's chest as if seeking comfort. "Oh Zade, darling! This...this man attacked me out of nowhere! I was just minding my own business when he shoved me to the ground!" “But..but..I dont do that…” i look at the Laura and Zake Zade scoffed, wrapping an arm around Laura protectively as she continued to sniffle dramatically. "Don't give me that bullshit. I saw what happened with my own eyes." His gaze hardened, fixing Lee Seungmin with a icy glare. "You're nothing but a pathetic liar. I should fire you on the spot for assaulting someone in my building." Laura peered up at Zade through watery eyes, her lower lip trembling. "Please don't be mad at me, baby. I'm sorry for causing trouble..." She trailed off, letting out another pitiful whimper. Zade sighed heavily, shaking his head. "It's fine, sweetheart. Don't worry about it." He glanced back at Lee Seungmin, who was still sitting on the floor looking utterly defeated. W-what..? Baby and sweetheart..? shocked “U..u..u are cheating on me..?” Zade's eyes widened slightly at Lee Seungmin's shocked accusation. For a moment, he seemed taken aback, his brows furrowing together in confusion. Then, realization dawned on his face and he let out a harsh bark of laughter. "Cheating? On you?" He shook his head slowly, his lips curling into a mocking smirk. "Don't flatter yourself, Lee. We may be married on paper, but we both know it means nothing more than a convenient arrangement." Laura shifted uncomfortably beside him, her earlier bravado faltering under the weight of Lee Seungmin's devastated expression. She bit her lip, glancing away guiltily. Zade, however, remained unfazed. He took a step closer to Lee Seungmin, looming over the smaller man with a cold, imperious air. i flustered sigh “Oh..” i throw ur lunch on the floor and walk away while crying

"Asher, no." She said weakly. She sounded needy and pathetic according to her but that would have to for the moment. "I can hear the need in your voice, you little liar." He whispered as he came even closer so that his breath was tickling her neck while he spoke in her ear. She herself could feel the need as it made a bead or two of sweat to form on her brow. She was excited about it much more than she could ever tell anyone. She however knew better than to do it on the day her sister was meant to get engaged. "At least not today." She whispered back with her eyes shut trying to calm her racing heart down enough to reason with him. "So you saying if it wasn't today and we were in the same position you wouldn't hesitate?" He asked so close to her ear that she shivered in delight and a small giggle left her mouth at the same time as it was her tickle spot making him chuckle at the feeling.

"You're one knockout, Sweetheart." She didn't want to love him, but he kept giving her hope.

Charlotte Bourbon, a 19-year-old widow, was happy in her life after she got married to the man of her dreams. However, because of a sudden illness, her husband died within a month, and Charlotte's life came to a sudden halt. ‘She became the curse for her husband that he died young.’ ‘She is the one, who killed her husband.’ ‘She should have died with her husband.’ Numerous such things Charlotte would hear from the people around her in the palace when she decided to take her life. However, was it that easy to die? Édouard Bourdillon was the eldest son of King Christian Bourdillon of the Kingdom of Escana. He decided to marry the widow of his late younger brother so that he could take over the Beromont territory which his brother possessed. But was this the only reason he wanted to marry Charlotte? ~~~~~~~~ "What are you doing?" Terrified Charlotte asked as she saw Édouard unbuttoning his shirt. "I am hot, so I am taking off the shirt," Édouard said and reached for the last button. "But it's cold weather," Charlotte said and knitted her brows. "Not here, Charlotte. Your mere presence around me makes me hot," Édouard said and took off the shirt. "Ahhh!" Charlotte quickly brought her hands in front of her eyes and covered them. From the gaps between her fingers, she peeked out of curiosity. A lump formed in her throat as she saw his perfectly carved body with a few scars on the chest and near the abdomen. Charlotte saw him approaching her and she tightly shut her eyes. A few seconds later, when she realized everything was so quiet, she opened her eyes again and found him before her. She promptly moved back and hit the wall behind her. She thought to leave the room when Édouard caged her petite body between his arms. "Are you going to—" "Yes. I want to be wild with you tonight, Little Cherry," Édouard said with a smirk, and the next second, he lifted her in his arms. ~~~~~ *Cover art is mine. Made by "HS AONARAN" available on FB* Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy

"Let me take a look." Mr. Wright’s voice was calm, professional even, but his touch—steady and assured as he lifted me onto the desk—was anything but ordinary. His hands, broad and strong, lingered just a moment too long on my arm as he steadied me, sending an unwelcome but undeniable shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, trying not to notice the way his tie loosened slightly as he leaned in or the faint scent of cedarwood and worn pages that seemed to follow him everywhere. He was close enough now that I could see the faint worry lines etched into his brow as he carefully slid the strap of my uniform off my shoulder. "Alina," he said softly, his voice low but tinged with exasperation, "why do you always end up hurt?" His fingers ghosted over the darkened skin near my collarbone, examining it with the precision of someone who cared too much but tried not to show it. "You need to stop being reckless," he murmured, his tone shifting, softer now. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office, and I’ll deal with them." It was a simple offer, but I had to remind myself, loudly and firmly, that this was my Mr.. The man responsible for my education, not... whatever my mind was trying to turn him into. "Mr. Wright," I started, trying to regain control of the situation—and my racing heart. "This really isn’t a big deal. I can handle myself." His jaw tightened ever so slightly, and for a fleeting moment, I thought he might argue. Instead, he stepped back, his hands falling away from me as if realizing they’d overstayed their welcome. --------------------------------------------------------------- Alina Hart, a sharp-tongued high school senior, hides behind sarcasm and wit to mask the pain of fractured family life. Shipped off to a prestigious boarding school by a father who no longer sees her, Alina struggles to find her place in a world of strict rules and academic expectations. Enter Mr. Cristiano Wright, a 27-year-old literature teacher whose calm demeanor and sharp intellect make him both an enigma and a fasciChrision. Tasked by Alina’s older brother Ethan to keep an eye on her, Wright finds himself drawn to the complexity beneath her rebellious exterior. In the backdrop of Shakespearean sonnets and Romantic poetry, Alina and Wright navigate an increasingly fraught connection. What begins as reluctant mentorship soon transforms into a tangled web of forbidden emotions, unspoken words, and an undeniable pull that neither can ignore. Set against the bustling corridors of an urban high school and the quiet corners of a library filled with unspoken confessions, Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths explores the fine line between admiration and desire, duty and vulnerability. As Alina and Wright grapple with their feelings, they must confront their moral boundaries and the cost of their choices. Can they maintain the lines they’ve drawn, or will their emotions blur them beyond recognition?

"Why are you wearing cow head mask? Lilith asks you this question the third time." Amon groaned, tipping his head up. It made the snout of his mask point at the sky, making Lilith giggle as she found the view funny. "It's weird. Lilith thinks you're ugly that's why you're hiding your face." Hearing this, Amon couldn't help but look at her through his mask. If only he wasn't wearing it, Lilith would see how he arched a brow at her statement as he didn't like what she said. "You said it's rude for people to be ignored. Aren't you being rude for making such a remark?" "Oh!" Lilith gasped, making her cuter as she immediately touched her mouth with both of her hands in an attempt to shut herself up. The little girl spoke again, her voice heard even though she talked softly. "Lilith didn't mean to... Lilith is sorry. But Lilith was honest. Doesn't that make Lilith a good girl?" *** Amon, the Grim Reaper, appeared in the mortal realm to fulfill his job in collecting the souls of the dead. However, an unusual event occurred when he was about to collect one dying pregnant woman's soul. She was giving birth right before she died, making Amon panic and worry as her dying wish was for him to save her child! With the Grim Reaper actually a softie and is willing to take care of the infant despite the rule of their job to not interfere in mortal affairs, what lies ahead for Death and his now-growing human, Lilith? *** "Why do you wear that?" "19 years have passed—" Amon started, "—and this is still what you want to ask about?" "Well, yes." Lilith grinned. --- WARNING: Some chapters of this story contain mature R-18 content. FUN FACT: The world here is connected to "The Soul Eater's Possession" story's world, but this can also be a stand-alone book. COVER ARTIST: Haryu WSA ENTRY 2022 Update Schedule: 1 chapter every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday 6PM GMT+8. Want to further show your support? Send me a ko-fi~! ^^ Link: https://ko-fi.com/mysticamy

“Agree to be my wife, and I will pamper you and spoil you. I'm offering you the title of Mrs. Han.” The young, handsome businessman, Mr. Han Sung-min, said arrogantly, thinking this could move the young lady to jump at his offer as he was not only known to be a famous, wealthy businessman in the country but also good-looking and hot, a dream for every lady. “And why should I agree to be your wife?” Hyesun said sternly, furrowing her brows at the young, handsome man, Mr. Han Sung-min, who smirked at her before saying, “Of course, I'm every girl's dream. You should be happy I'm offering you the chance to become Mrs. Han. That title is an opportunity and blessing that no woman would want to refuse and lose,” Mr. Han Sung-min said. “Well then, I'm not like the other women you think I am. You people with higher status are dangerous and vicious. Don't lure me with your status,” Hyesun said as she stubbornly refused. “Think about it; I will wait for your reply. You can have my card, here,” Han Sung-min said, standing up from his seat as he dropped his business card on the table for Hyesun to take. “What! Wait….” ~~~~~~~ That's the female lead, Kim Hyesun. She is a young, beautiful lady, her skin smooth, flawless, and glowing like a ray of sunshine. She is not just beautiful but also a kind-hearted and clever lady. Hyesun is a talented fashion designer but works multiple part-time jobs to take care of her life and help her mother pay off some debts, of which she hasn't saved half the money. Her mom was a businesswoman until her company went bankrupt, and she took out some loans to save her company yet it's not doing well. She worked as a fashion designer in her mother’s company, and Mr. Han Sung-min was one of their clients. However, the company was struggling financially and had some debts to settle. If they didn’t manage to clear the debts, they risked losing the company to the predatory loan sharks from whom her mother had borrowed money. Facing this problem, Hyesun decided to start multiple part-time jobs to raise the money to pay off her mother’s debt to the loan shark, but she wasn't able to save up before the loan shark began threatening her mother and her if they didn't pay his money. The fear made her seek out Mr. Han Sung-min, who was their best client, and purchased most of his suits from them, as their company was one of the best fashion companies until now, everything was ruined. Mr. Han Sung-min offered her to be his wife instead, citing his need for a stable partner to soothe his family’s concerns, and he will help her pay off her mother’s debt. He promises to pamper her, and the status of Mrs. Han will belong to her as his wife. She refused because she didn’t want that; you know, how could she when she has a boyfriend? Hyesun thought about her boyfriend as she went to his house to tell him about her problem and see if he could help her, but she was met with the shock of her life. Do you think she is left with no choice, or is there a way out for her? What about Mr. Han Sung-min's offer to become his wife and help her with her desperate needs currently? We can only find out in this story that is about to begin. Love, comedy, obsession, humiliation, chaos, and many difficulties lie ahead in this story's journey. However, everything that comes with difficulties will ultimately lead to a happy ending. So, why don't we grab our popcorn and find out the full story of what became of Hyesun’s life?

Desperate times they say, call for desperate measures. Fiona Lopez, after her mother gets diagnosed with cancer turns to a hire a girlfriend agency in order to foot her mother's medical bills. Having successfully paid for the medical bills, Fiona decides to find a decent job before her mother is discharged but gets caught up in a web when she goes for her job interview only to find out that her supposed boss is none other than the man she had played a fake girlfriend for on her last job. Desperate for a job, and not wanting to return to her former job, she is forced into working closely with him even though she doesn't want to. While working closely with him, she soon realizes that love bridges all gaps when she finds herself falling helplessly in love with Liam. Liam Parker is a dashingly handsome, aloof, and indifferent young CEO of the PK Enterprise. After his last relationship where he caught his girlfriend getting engaged to a business partner, Liam decided that he wasn't cut out for love. But when he turns to hiring a girlfriend in an attempt to evade marriage, everything changes for Liam when he meets and falls for his hired girlfriend at first sight. Not only does he fight to get Fiona's love, but he fights to gain approval from his mother too. *****Excerpt**** "I'm sorry Mr. Parker but you have it all wrong. We don't have sex with our clients. It's against protocols," she explained and Liam nodded. "No one would know we did it, right? I won't tell and surely you won't," he said and Fiona looked at him incredulously. "I guess you're drunk," she said flatly and he nodded and stood up. He walked closer to her and whispered to her ears, causing goosebumps to sprout all over her body. "Yes, I'm drunk and you're the only one that can sober me up right now. So, how much?" he asked and Fiona gave him a confused look. What was he asking? How much what? Did she tell him she was selling anything to him? She mused as her brows drew together. "How much? How much for what?" she asked and he ran his finger down her cheek, making it hard for her to concentrate. "How much would it cost me to have my cock buried inside you....." before he could finish, a hot-sounding slap landed on his face, causing him to turn to the side.