Fibbed

What if your lifeline arrived signed in print, encased in a contract, and bound by policies daring you to participate—or lose all? Isla Harper is a very autonomous graphic designer just above her comfort level. She is stunned when the mysterious millionaire Noah Archer presents her with a proposal: a loveless, deliberate marriage that promises financial stability and freedom from her sinking reality. She is struggling to make ends meet. The only catch is she has to persuade his family and the globe that theirs is a love story deserving of attention. Noah developed his empire on accuracy and control. Though it wasn't part of the plan, a turn in his family's trust compels marriage. He wants a mate who won't disturb his precisely regulated existence or entwine his feelings. With her keen intelligence and relentless determination, Isla looks to be the perfect fit. But it gets more difficult to keep the lines from blurring as one approaches the altar. Isla discovers her husband is more than just his frigid attitude and unrelenting ambition as she enters Noah's glittering world of high stakes and hidden ambitions. Their carefully put on front could be destroyed by family secrets, buried scandals, and unanticipated chemistry. Every meal, every glance, every fib moves them toward a truth they are not ready for. But Isla and Noah have to choose: Are they stronger together or is the price of pretending too high too great to pay when past betrayals and unanticipated difficulties strain their brittle alliance? Trust is delicate, emotions run strong, and the stakes cannot be higher in Strangers at the Altar, a compelling story of two opposites compelled into an unusual alliance. Ideal for those yearning for strong language, scorching romance, and surprising turns that will have them gasping until the very last.

As he turned to leave, a sense of disappointment washed over me. Not knowing his name or how to contact him felt wrong, but I knew I had to stick to my resolve. Just as he was a few steps away, he paused and looked back at me. "I'm curious, though, Melisa," he began, and I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You consider the first meeting an accident and the second a coincidence?" His words hung between us, more of a statement than a question, making me ponder his sudden inquiry. "Uh, yeah..." I replied, my voice tinged with hesitation, uncertainty clouding my understanding of his intent. "And a third encounter?" he probed, a playful challenge in his tone. "Would you call it fate?" At that, my heart skipped a beat. *** What happens when you decide to weave a little white lie for your stubborn grandmother, who relentlessly nudges you to find a boyfriend-claiming you have one, even though it's untrue? Join Melissa on her unexpected journey in Actually You, where a simple fib spirals into a whirlwind of surprises. As she navigates the tangled web of her own deception, Melissa encounters the charming stranger. What starts as a playful lie soon unfolds into an adventure filled with laughter, romance, and self-discovery. Will Melissa embrace her feelings and face the truth, or will her little lie lead to a bigger mess than she ever anticipated? Dive into her story to find out!

Warning; Mature Content (r18) If you are given the option to choose between being comforted by a lie or being hurt by the truth, which would you pick? Remember, one lie has the power to taint a thousand truths. ---------------- Abigail Woods, Abby for short, is a beautiful and strong-willed girl born out of wedlock to a poor and struggling mother. From a young age, she craved the genuine love of a father. However, life plays a cruel game on her when she ends up with a pedophile stepfather and a heartless stepsister. After years of enduring abuse, Abby flees her past life on her twenty-first birthday and starts a new life in a faraway countryside as Stella Peterson. For one whole year, Abby, now Stella, adopted the fake identity of a local farm girl and worked for the Dawsons as a vine dresser. Everything was perfect for Stella until she crosses paths with two wealthy and handsome gentlemen, who are both rivals in the same line of business. Both young men are tenacious and want Stella as a wife. But Stella's falsehoods and past are out to hunt her. How far is Stella willing to go, to keep her real identity a secret? Would she succeed in her mission or would karma come calling? ********* #Betrayal #Love triangle #Revenge #Weak to strong #Dark #Survival ********** Welcome! Thanks for choosing this book. This is my third book and I am thrilled to share it with you all. It is dedicated to all my fateful old and new readers who love a good face slapping novel. Note: This is a slow burn romance novel. Please add this book to your collection list, drop a review, and vote. The book cover does not belong to me. Kudos to the talented designer. Do not forget to check out my first book; A Stolen Kiss From THE CEO!

Men always cheat because a lot is not learn about them, all the best selling novels are about the opposite sex. How do we differ the man who’s going to show us true love from the one who’s going to hurt us. This is a Short story to guide you on making the right choice for a partner. Note that Men hates to feel lonesome whilst their cohorts enjoys the company of their loved ones. They tend to look for one that can be effortlessly bamboozle with their sweet fibs. Don’t be a victim.

Cherry, a 31-year-old with a lifelong habit of lying, had finally reached her breaking point. Her constant fibbing had cost her every job she ever had, and she was tired of being labeled as the girl who couldn't tell the truth. Everything changed when she stumbled upon a lost cat, which led to an unexpected transformation. Cherry found herself in the body of Amy, a deceased heiress who everyone believed was still alive, or was it? As Cherry grows weary of living in another person's life, she is confronted by Amy's ghost, who offers her a tempting deal: help avenge her murder, and in return, Cherry will be granted any wish she desires. As she navigates her new life as Amy, Cherry discovers that Amy is engaged to one of the city's most prominent figures—a man Cherry secretly admires. However, the engagement was forced, and he had no real interest in Amy. When the new Amy offers him a chance to break off their engagement, he surprisingly refuses.

Lei Zhen loved his shizun but his shizun never loved him back. At the age, of seventeen Lei Zhen was kicked down to Mount Songshan Peak by Feng Yi. His hatred for his shizun was born on that day. He deceived his sector chose the demonic path and committed countless sins and crimes including slaughtering his ancestors. Later he became the world's most wicked king, and he was killed by his shizun in the end. After having died and been reborn, living two lives time, he was restraining himself not love his shizun anymore. After coming back to life he just wanted his revenge for every grievance he had encountered. but there was a hidden truth below the shadows that broke through and came to light. The person he hated and loved the most was the only one who believed him and protected him. But it was too late for him to know. His hands are covered with the blood of millions of cultivators can they ever be cleansed? He is like a wolf fibbing in the mud and his shizun is like a Phoenix bird flying high in the sky. Wolf gong x Phoenix bird shou.

Lei Zhen loved his shizun but his shizun never loved him back. At the age, of seventeen Lei Zhen was kicked down to Mount Songshan Peak by Feng Yi. His hatred for his shizun was born on that day. He deceived his sector chose the demonic path and committed countless sins and crimes including slaughtering his ancestors. Later he was killed by his shizun Feng Yi. After having failed and been reborn, living two lifetimes, he was hindering himself not love his shizun anymore. He just wanted revenge for every resentment he had encountered. but there was a hidden truth below the shadows that broke through and came to light. The promised flower that yet to bloom. The person he loathed and worshiped the most was the only one who tolerated him and defended him. But it was too late for him to know.The flower bloomed. but he was already on his old way. how can Feng Yi will save him? He is like a wolf fibbing in the mud and his shizun is like a Phoenix bird flying high in the sky. Wolf Gong x Phoenix bird shou. this is my first attempt to write a story. please don't demotivate me. if you like it, or need any changes feel free to comment on it.

I've enabled others in my being to interpret me. I put more significance on what they speculated about me and what I was worthy of obtaining than on what I thought about myself, not that it was of consequence. P H I L O P H O B I A I stride into the shower, the liquid running on its loftiest setting. As the scorching liquid hits my skin that's when I can finally inhale and exhale. I lower myself onto the shower bottom and nestle myself in my limbs. Simmering water scorches leaving burning trails along my skin, romping like pointed blades along my back. I let out a pained gripe. Not from the heat inevitably but from the traumas within my heart. The blistering liquid terrors my carcass, I beg for it to sting. To make me feel like humming but not even the flaming liquid can entice me because it's not my carcass that's apathetic. It's my sanity. I stride out of the shower and scour the reflector clean. I gaze at my now beet-ruddy carcass and I smile. A smile that can show you how dignified a person is of themselves. Grand of utterly not only annihilating themselves but also their sanity. P H I L O P H O B I A The first time it transpired they told me to linger and be strong, and I cried a pool of tears. The second time it transpired, they again told me to stay strong. But I couldn't, I couldn't stay strong. Not because I didn't want to but because I was tired. Tired of always being the one getting hurt in the end, tired of loving and not receiving it back, tired of always being the one to understand, tired of people controlling my life and telling me what to do, tired of always being sad, tired of being heartbroken, tired of the world. 2 am, no moan, no crack but a heavy heart, overthinking, and a lot of terror. This is how I live my life. And though every reasonable thing comes to a verge I still latch onto things as if they never will and for that, I fear my contentment always. The macrocosm coats me in bittersweet culmination and I scourge underneath my whiff for making me so vulnerable to adoring everything. My essence is made of recollections and sentiments from years ago and even if I say I've moved on, I am fibbing from my teeth. I am only made by other people, not myself. It was until then that I couldn't use slumber as an escape anymore because I kept wakening to ameliorate that same day. In another life, far from this wretched one, we are plopping in each other's arms, grinning and giggling. Replenishing the rooms with the noises of our laughter. But in this life, we are worlds apart, and the heart fails, the heartaches feel the rooms with the sound of my sobs. I then realized that it wasn't me that was tired, it was my soul. Maybe if I just closed my eyes and never woke up again. Would I still be tired? P H I L O P H O B I A It took me a man and a few others to comprehend that my probabilities don't exist on any planet. My probabilities were of embodiment and not tenderness. They only prevailed in stories, not in the real world.