1586 Book(s) Related to live me online

Isabella Bennett lives in the shadow of a sister she could never compete with—until that sister, Nora, vanishes and Isabella is blamed for her death. Forced into a loveless marriage with Nora's grieving fiancé, Desmond Marson, Isabella endures a life of cold indifference and quiet suffering. To him, she's just a reflection of the woman he lost. To her family, she's a murderer. But when Nora suddenly returns alive, Isabella's nightmare takes a darker turn. Instead of clearing her name, Nora accuses her again—and everyone believes it. With love twisted into cruelty and truth buried beneath lies, Isabella must decide: will she stay silent and fall, or rise to uncover the secrets that destroyed her life? In a world where no one believes the villain, can the villain finally rewrite the story?

In Indonesia, right in the city known as Medan, a king named King Maeko rules over his people. He is known for his fearlessness and discipline.

And his family members includes: Queen Amber his wife, Niran, his first prince, Arjun the second prince and Hana the last princess.

This family is feared by everyone even down to the children of Medan. The king every year, goes to the poor cities in Indonesia to get slaves for his city.

He doing this shows he has power, and is considered as the strongest of all kinds in Indonesia. This position is a yearly competition and for more almost four years he has been the owner of that position.

Soon, the time to choose the strongest will come soon and he needs to do what he does best, which is bring slaves from the poor cities.

After checking the list of the cities he had raided, his next town is Java.

Java is a poor city but known for its peaceful citizens and their cooperation in moving the town forward.

Fortunately or Unfortunately, the king embarked on this journey and then did what he could do best.

Brought in the most beautiful of their animals, men and then ladies where Akira happened to be.

Some would be kept in the palace to serve as maids, some outside the palace. On the long run Akira finds herself in the palace.

And then met with the king’s family and then Arjun, the second prince saw how beautiful she was, and then this feeling started growing in our Prince Arjun.

TBC….

Do you think it’s a good idea for him to grow this feelings for Akira?

Will she even accept to feel for him after what his father did to their town?

"Mr. Barrett, this was from your ex-wife, saying she wished you a happy wedding!"

The assistant, Jacob, whose expression was a bit solemn, silently handed over the package.

He opened the package, which contained three documents:

The first one was a consent form for the donation of corneas and kidneys;

The second was a report from Washington Hospital on advanced brain cancer;

The third again was a pregnancy test issued by a Washington hospital.

He shuddered as he turned the last page of the document, all the signatures were hers...

"I'll sign the divorce papers, but I need you to promise me three things."

"First, will you smile at me? A real smile."

Andrew Barrett's slightly impatient face froze abruptly, and Jacob froze as well.

"Second, call me 'sweetie' or 'honey', like a husband to a wife."

Jacob had never seen such a simple request before, and at the same time, his heart overflowed with sourness because it was too simple, yet the man she was asking said coldly and stiffly:

"I can't."

Harper Flynn was at peace with herself because Andrew had let her down too many times, so even if she could not get whatever she wanted from him, she could also easily give up.

"Third, let me hug you. Then, I'll sign right away."

Harper reached out her hand, but the man's body remained tightly shut, standing there like a log.

At that moment, Jacob answered a phone call and his eyes lit up.

"Mr. Barrett, Dr. Chambers said that your cornea transplant is ahead of schedule and can be done at the same time as Ms. Wang's kidney transplant."

Within a short time, the three of them entered three separate adjoining operating rooms.

Harper lay on a cold operating table, with her hands resting on her abdomen, her eyes gently closed.

Baby, mommy wanted to hold out for you, but mommy was useless and couldn't hold out until you were born.

Her brain tumor was malignant, with a low success rate for surgery, and she once thought rather than die on the operating table, she'd rather be in pain and opt for conservative treatment. At least this way, she could still spend more time with Andrew.

But now, she was tired, so she'd have to take the baby with her.

At the same time, the red light came on in all three operating rooms.

In the door in the center, doctors removed fresh kidneys and corneas in vessels and stepped into the left and right door.

Jacob, who was waiting outside, watched in horror. Didn't Harper only donate kidneys?

Why would any doctor still come out holding a clear cornea and then walk into that operating room of Mr. Barrett's?!

Did...

Suddenly, from the center operating room came the doctor's panicked yell, "No! Cardiac arrest, how did this happen?"

Jacob was sweating profusely, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground, muttering: "Mr. Barrett, you'll regret it, you'll definitely regret it..."

A month later, Andrew, who had regained his sight, did not see Harper show up.

He took out his phone and finally dialed the number.

It took a long time for the other side to answer. Andrew was a little impatient and spoke sharply: "Harper, hurry over and take your stuff away. It's taking up space!"

There was an "uh-huh" and a hang-up.

How long it took, he didn't know, but there was the sound of a door being pushed behind him.

"Mr. Barrett, I've come to pack up Harper's belongings for her."

The visitor was holding a picture frame in his arms, and the person in the black and white photo was clearly Harper!

Vicious and despicable, that's how James Mitchell defined Emily Carter. He despised her, tormented her, and never showed any mercy. Then, one day, right in front of him, she ended her own life...

Spirit ran away from her royal family to have a normal life. She wanted to marry for love but instead, she had to marry for duty. Now name Kinnerly she settles in New York City and falls in love with the hotel owner's son Drake. Secrets are places after a banquet in the hotel and the two must pretend to be together until secrets got leaked. And betrayals sets in.

Can they forgive each other?
Will they get married at the end or would betrayal win out in the end?

"I remember the first time we started talking. You were the reason I got my laugh back. The reason I fell asleep with a smile on my face. The reason I had motivation to do things again. The reason why my problems didn't seem so bad. You truly have made my life better by just being in it. I love you so much, Vivian... but that's not enough to do this forever.
“…lets breakup...
Vivian's heart stopped beating the moment Nathan said this. She had sat there, full of smiles while expecting the sweetest proposal ever. She got her heart shattered instead and to make matters worse, it was all on camera. She hired a content creator to film the whole thing so she could post later. Now she's got a record of her heart being broken into a million pieces.

Vivian and Nathan have been together for five years and she sacrificed so much for their love. She gave him her savings to start his law firm, changed her lifestyle completely to satisfy his taste, and lived every day to impress him. He finally got comfortable and decided he wanted a focused lady to match his new status. He got a new girlfriend and then dumped Vivian in the most humiliating way possible.
Vivian was so heartbroken but the betrayal made her vow to go on a change journey to get back her life, while also planning a massive revenge on Nathan. Will she succeed on this new pact? Or will she will find love again?

On my due date, my husband Matteo locked me in an underground freezer at minus ten degrees.

The Torrino family's unbreakable rule: the first-born male inherits the entire mafia empire. My sister-in-law Jennifer and I were both pregnant, our due dates only one day apart. To ensure his brother's child was born first, Matteo made this insane decision.

"My brother and Jennifer's baby has to come first—this is what you owe them!" He ignored my desperate pleas and violent contractions, coldly shoving me into the freezer.

But that wasn't enough. They forcibly injected me with labor-delaying drugs. I curled up in agony on the freezing concrete floor, feeling my baby slowly slipping away, tears of despair streaming down my face.

My baby, Mommy is so sorry...

The first time I saw him was at the orphanage, where he stood in the corner in tattered clothes, his eyes glaring at me with the fierce intensity of a wolf.

Ruthless enough, wild enough, and thrilling enough.

So I made a fuss until my family adopted him, making him my nominal cousin.

In just ten years, he leaped from being an orphan to becoming the heir with the highest expectations placed upon him by the family.

I had always considered him my most perfect creation.

Until that day, when I discovered his affair, and that he had gotten another woman pregnant.

I laughed. It seemed he had been living quite happily all these years, having long forgotten his days of wandering like a stray dog.

The next day, a bloody dead fetus was delivered to him in a gift box that I had prepared...

To Alpha Damien, Sophia was never a Luna—merely a breathing womb.
For years, she bore the weight of his cold indifference, trapped in a marriage where he only touched her on the "fertility days" his mother decreed.
While he flaunted his mistress Tiffany through the kingdom, Sophia was given a brutal ultimatum--
Return only when you carry a son.
She nearly lost her life giving birth to their daughter. But her suffering meant nothing—not to Damien, not to his vicious mother, and certainly not to a pack that saw her as nothing more than disposable breeding stock.
Now, pregnant again, Sophia overhears Damien's callous words:
She can handle the risks better than Tiffany.
In that moment, something in her snaps.
She's done being the obedient Luna.
Done enduring endless humiliation.
Done watching Tiffany poison their daughter's mind and steal the motherhood that should have been hers.
But escaping an Alpha is no easy feat—not when their bond refuses to break… and dark enemies lie in wait, hungry to seize control of her unborn heir.
Will Sophia reclaim her life, her daughter, and the wolf that’s been dormant inside her for far too long?
Or will the man she once loved burn every last thing she holds dear to the ground?

I hid my identity and pretended to be a country bumpkin by Christopher's side, caring for him and healing him. I never expected that the first thing Christopher would do after his recovery was dump me.

On the day my half-sister and I shared our birthday, he made a grand appearance at her party while leaving me to be mocked and ridiculed by everyone: "A country bumpkin doesn't deserve to be Christopher's wife. Go back to the countryside where you belong."

I just smiled. If not for repaying the debt I owed Christopher, I would never have stayed here in the first place. Any one of my hidden identities was someone they could only look up to.

No one expected I'd have the backbone to throw the divorce papers in Christopher's face, declaring that I was the one leaving him!

What happens when Kyrah Bailey falls in love with the son of a tycoon, Blake Dawson and later finds out that he has strings attached with his neighbor Sabrina Johnson? Will Kyrah be able to dig out Blake's past? Will she forgive Blake or not? Torn between her boyfriend, Blake and her best friend, Scott Stone, her world crumbles down as she tries to fight for her lover forgetting about her friends and family. Will she realize her mistakes and who will she end up falling for?

"Let’s divorce."

After three years of marriage, my husband’s true love has returned. He ended our three-year marriage with his own lips. Just like that, I was ruthlessly abandoned, and everyone is laughing at my misery.

I hid the news of my pregnancy and vanished from his world completely. I thought my sacrifice would give him the happiness he wanted. I never expected that when we met again, my ex-husband would confront me with bloodshot eyes.

"Whose child is this?"

——

As for the story after I left, I heard a different version. From the moment I disappeared, my ex-husband went insane searching for me all over the world...

Maya froze when the man who drew every eye in the room walked in. Her ex-boyfriend, who‘d vanished five years ago, was now one of Boston’s richest tycoons. Back then, he’d never hinted at his identity—then he’d disappeared without a trace. Seeing his cold gaze now, she could only assume he’d hidden the truth to test her, decided she was vain, and left in disappointment.

Outside the ballroom, she went to him as he smoked by the door, wanting to at least explain herself.

“Are you still angry with me?”

He flicked the cigarette away and looked at her with open contempt. “Angry? You think I’m angry? Let me guess—Maya finally finds out who I am and now she wants to ‘reconnect.’ Another chance now that she knows my last name comes with money.”

When she tried to deny it, he cut in. “You were a blip. A footnote. If you hadn’t shown up tonight, I wouldn’t have remembered you.”

Tears stung her eyes. She almost told him about his daughter, but stopped. He’d only think she was using the child to trap him and get his money.

Maya swallowed everything back and left, certain they would never cross paths again—only for him to keep appearing in her life, until he was the one lowering himself, humbly begging her to take him back.

At twelve, I lost my parents and was taken in by the Brooks—our families had a marriage pact. For a decade, everyone expected me to marry their son Conner, a future I'd accepted as duty.
Then Conner's tabloid scandal with another woman destroyed the engagement. Chaos hit our family businesses—until Dylan, Conner's uncle who barely spoke to me, offered: Marry me instead.
It was the only way to save everything. I said yes, no time to fear marrying a stranger.
What stunned me? The wild side of Uncle Dylan I never saw. It hit fast, hot—pulling me in until I was hopelessly falling.
And my best friend? She's about to find a chaotic, twisty romance of her own. Turns out, life's best gifts are the ones you never see coming—even if they start with a marriage of convenience.

"Violet Goldcrest," Daemon's voice was thunder, vibrating through the wet ground and into my bones. "You have failed as Luna."
I knelt in the mud, the agony of rejection tearing through me as I watched him walk away with pregnant Celeste.
"I, Daemon Blackwood," he intoned coldly, "reject you as my mate."
I had loved him for ten years—until he humiliated me in a public Rejection Ceremony, abandoned me for another woman, and waged war on my pack. My parents died protecting me. I died alone, broken by his betrayal.
Then I woke up... three years earlier.
This time, I'm done begging for his love.
"I'll make you a bet, Daemon," I say when he dismisses my offer to break our bond. "Soon, you won't just accept this rejection—you'll beg for it."
He stares at me with icy disdain. "I. Don't. Beg."
I sigh. As the one who's lived this before, I know what's coming. Daemon will meet his true mate, fall madly for her, and finally set me free. All I have to do is wait.
But then... things get weird.
The man who once spent months away from me now watches my every move. He interrogates me about other males. And when he does meet Celeste, he doesn't reject me like he's supposed to.
He rejects her instead.

“How cruel of you! You were the one who left when I was ready to fight for you. I searched the world for you, and now that I found you, you were betrothed to another man. Tell me how! How do I unlove you?”
Tears fall from both our eyes and the next thing we know, we are kissing each other, deeply and passionately, as if the two years of longingness for each other has finally been released.
_
Avery Anderson called "Ava" who is still a virgin in her early thirties is a career-oriented woman. She puts up her own business through her hard work and is envied by a lot of women because of her seven-year-long relationship with Seigfried Cohen, a hot bachelor in an accounting firm. Their relationship starts to fall apart as they get into a heated argument because of Ava's unfathomable sexual drive.
Determined to lose her virginity, she travels to Austria to unwind and get laid to whoever finds her attractive. There, she encounters a guy named Dmitri, a gorgeous sexy billionaire: an encounter that shouldn't have happened in the first place.
She will then, know a world, that she never expects to get addicted to.

"What is the meaning of this?" I questioned still in disbelief. Where had it all gone wrong? We were happy, he respected me and so did I...I even fell in love with him so how could he do this to me?
"It's exactly what it says in the paper, Ciara"
"And what is that?" I stubbornly inquired.
Ryan had uttered those words I so desperately dreaded,"I want a divorce, Ciara"
Ciara is the heiress to her father's company but she left all of that to be in a contract marriage with Ryan. It was supposed to be a 'no-strings-attached' kind of feeling but, she couldn't help but fall in love with him. Just when she wanted to start a clean slate on their first anniversary, she was handed a divorce paper.
Ryan is a billionaire and a man with a hardened heart. He never saw Ciara as something more than just a 'fake wife' who was willing to help him out with a case. Deciding that he had had enough, Ryan hands Ciara a divorce paper setting himself free from her but 5 years later, he seems to have a change on heart and wants to win Ciara back at all cost.
But on his way to the office of the new investor of his company he is overcomed by a welling shock that the name of his new investor was Ciara. The same Ciara he'd known and once loved.
What happens when this two dual meets for the first time since their rough divorce? Would they rekindle their feelings or would they leave it at that?
Could second chance love prevail?

On their third wedding anniversary, Ava's life takes a heartbreaking turn when she discovers her husband's shocking betrayal: he’s been having an affair with her stepsister, Autumn. Devastated and feeling lost, Ava realizes the love she gave him was met with betrayal and deceit.
Now pregnant and facing heartbreak, she decides to file for divorce. Just when she thinks she can finally move on, Jerome, her ex-husband, returns, begging for a second chance and claiming he was just a pawn in Autumn's cruel game. Will Ava take a leap of faith and give love another shot, or is it time to close the door on the past for good?

I spent six months falling in love with my bully.
Six months learning the boy everyone feared wasn't the monster they thought he was.
Six months hiding our relationship from the rest of the world.
Then one accident erased every memory we had ever made together.
Now Tobias Thomas looks at me like I'm a stranger.
Sometimes like an enemy.
Sometimes like he wants to kiss me.
The worst part?
He doesn't understand it either.
Every day he gets closer.
Every day I push him away.
Because Tobias can never know the truth.
Not about us.
Not about the bruises I hide beneath my sleeves.
Not about the family waiting for me every time I go home.
Not even when he starts catching me in lies.
Not even when he begins looking at me like I'm the answer to questions he can't remember asking.
Everyone tells me to move on.
Maybe they're right.
Then someone else walks into my life.
Kind.
Patient.
Safe.
Everything Tobias isn't.
He offers me the one thing Tobias never could...
Peace.
So why can't I stop wanting the boy who forgot loving me?
And why can't Tobias stop looking at me like his heart remembers everything his mind has lost?
Because memories can be stolen.
Hearts can't.
And the truth I've spent months protecting...might be the very thing that destroys us both.

Iris Quinn had a life worth having—until her father’s arrest stripped it all away.
The charges are a lie, orchestrated by the one family she’s always loathed: the Laurents. When Caesar Laurent offers a cold-blooded trade—her hand in marriage for her father's freedom, Iris realizes exactly who she’s dealing with.
The contract arrives before she's finished being angry. Two years minimum. No escape clause.
Caesar doesn't want her heart; he doesn't even pretend to. But he underestimated one thing: Iris Quinn has spent her life refusing to be controlled, and she isn't about to start now.
Caesar is used to winning. Iris is used to surviving. Neither expected the other to be quite this good at the game. She was supposed to be his prisoner—he wasn't supposed to lose sleep over her.

I once believed that if I was obedient enough, my birth family would finally love me. Instead, they gave everything to Anna, the fake heiress—my competition spot, my reputation, even my kidney.
Then I opened my eyes and returned to the year it all began.
This time, I won’t beg. I won’t yield. My achievements, my dignity, and my life belong to me.
When everyone called me vicious, Damian Sterling draped his jacket over my shoulders and asked in a low voice, “Am I an outsider?”
I leaned into him and smiled. “Of course not.”
But soon I discovered he was being slowly poisoned—and the culprit might be someone closest to him. Worse, the truth behind my death in my previous life may be darker than I ever imagined…

1

The night before the engagement, Rosaline was tricked by her cousin. She was drunk and sent to a stranger’s room. She broke free from their control, went to the next room through the window, and had a one-night stand with a mysterious man.

She didn't want to have anything to do with him, so she matched wits with him and finally escaped. The man stared at silhouette with a smile: "You will never escape from me."

It was five years later when they met again. Neither of them recognized each other, but she was stopped by him in a dramatic way,
"Sir, anything can I do for you?"
"Yes."
"So, what's the matter?"
"I need a wife." He looked at her, and his lips twitching slightly.
"Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean."
"I needed a wife, and you are just the right one for me."
"What! Why?"
"I don't like women who are too beautiful or too smart."
“...”
"I'll see you at the Bureau House at ten a.m. tomorrow."
“...”
What?Was she proposed by the richest bachelor in this City!

I am the fearsome godfather of the Mafia.
For the woman I love, I sheathed my fangs and willingly became a despised commoner son-in-law.
In the horrific car accident, I shielded her with my own flesh and blood, and steel bars pierced through my chest.
Faced with the only life-saving machine in the entire hospital, she did not hesitate to save her lightly injured "white moonlight" brother-in-law, leaving me to die in the basement.
She thought that as long as I bled to death, she could naturally embrace perfect love.
But she didn't know—
Without my protection, her proud, century-old family wouldn't even last a month ...

I remember that frost-covered train door like it was the last thing I ever saw. Because it was.
The escape spot I’d spent three years scraping together? My fiancée was sitting in it, wearing my parka. Her brother had my hiking boots on his feet. Her mother clutched the medical kit I’d carried six miles through ash-covered roads. And Caleb Frost—the ex she’d sworn was just “someone from the past”—stood in the seat that should have been mine, lifting my silver emergency flask in a toast.
While I froze out in the subzero ash storm, my lungs burning like they were filled with shards of broken glass, they turned their backs to me under the warm yellow light inside.
Then I woke up.
The calendar read May 3, 2041. Exactly one year before the Yellowstone chain eruption would turn the northern hemisphere into a frozen grave.
On the TV, experts were still downplaying the volcanic tremors, insisting there was no immediate risk to the public. My fiancée walked into the bedroom wearing one of my white shirts, carrying coffee in the blue mug she’d bought with my card. She reached for my forehead, asking if I’d had a bad dream.
None of them know I’ve already died once.
They’re still plotting how to make me pay for her brother’s failed investments, how to sneak texts to her old boyfriend, how to use me as their most obedient, most useful doormat until the world ends. I’ve sold the downtown office towers, mortgaged the lakefront house, bought the abandoned geothermal station no one wanted in the dead mountains, and signed a stack of engineering contracts they’ll never bother to read.
They still smile and thank me, tell me I’m the best fiancé in the world.
They have no idea who will be holding the key to the door, when the sky goes dark forever and the snow never stops falling.

Every night, dragging noises come from the floor above.
The neighbor claims he just can’t sleep, yet he stares at my window and grins in the dead of night.
Later, he dies.
But at two in the morning, I still get a text message from him.
Someone else warns me: Don’t go to the sixth floor.
The police say this building doesn’t even have a sixth floor.
Yet I’ve seen people go up there with my own eyes.
Where exactly does this so-called sixth floor lead?
Who really died?
And who on earth is the one texting me?

Three torturous years hauling bodies on the mortuary night shift, and I'd finally scraped together the cash for my brother Charles's heart transplant.
He just waved it off.
"My heart is fine. Mom and Dad didn't die in that gang war, either. I orchestrated the hit. You were the only casualty."
Nearby, my husband, Gerald, casually lit a cigar to deliver his own confession. "I never went bankrupt. 'Laying low' was just my excuse to avoid squeezing into that dingy funeral home dorm with you. I've been at the Long Island estate."
"I was going to punish you for another three years," Charles added, "but the stench of formaldehyde on you is nauseating. We couldn't take it anymore."
I froze, still clutching the credit card. Charles plucked the plastic from my numb fingers and shoved his phone screen in my face. A banking app stared back at me.
Balance: exactly zero.
"My name is still on the joint account," he sneered, tossing the card into the trash. "I drained it this morning. That blood money you made bagging stiffs is being handed out to street junkies as we speak. We'd never touch that filth."
Before the sheer absurdity of it could suffocate me, my parents walked in. Flanked by bodyguards, they kept their distance, eyeing me like a plague rat.
"You thought being the biological daughter gave you the right to ruthlessly bully Violet. We simply wanted to put you in your place."
"Swear you'll never cross Violet again, and you can remain a Falcone," my mother added coolly. "Otherwise, you're dead to us."
In the stifling silence that followed, my phone buzzed. A text from my oncologist.
[Mrs. Castello, the results are back. It's terminal. Do you consent to initiating the hospice and DNR protocols we discussed?]

On the eve of my mating ceremony, my twin sister and I were abducted by rogues.
My Alpha fiancé and my parents drained our territory's wealth, but only bought back my sister Elara's life.
Upon her safe return, Elara seamlessly took my place, claiming my marking ceremony to become his Luna.
Meanwhile, left to rot in the rogue camp, a wolfsbane-laced blade violently carved out my wolf's essence.
Tossed into the wilderness like rotting meat, stripped of my ability to shift and bear pups, I became the Crescent Pack's ultimate disgrace.
Forsaken by my pack, Silas—Alpha of the Obsidian Pack and my childhood friend—defied the Council’s fury. Under the Moon Goddess, he publicly marked me, sheltering me like an absolute treasure.
But now, in the third year of our bond, I accidentally knocked over a half-sealed Memory crystal in his study.
It projected a hidden dark magic ritual into mid-air, tearing the lie of that kidnapping to shreds in an instant.
In the projection, Silas held my sister's hand, his eyes brimming with a sickening devotion.
"Don't be afraid, Elara. Aria's twin essence is a perfect match. With this, you'll safely carry pups with the strongest Alpha bloodline."
A heartbeat later, Silas approached my blindfolded, bound body.
With zero mercy or numbing agents, he carved out my essence with his own hands, drowning out my agonizing howls.

Julian and I played house for five years—minus the actual marriage certificate. Because he bailed on me at the registry office twelve times. All for Mia, some intern.

First time: Mia screwed up her pitch.

Sixth time: Mia had the flu.

Twelfth time: Mia's ex showed up at our architecture firm throwing punches. Julian had to play knight in shining armor. I got knocked into a desk, cracked my head open—he didn't spare me a glance before whisking her off to the ER.

Before, I would've lost it. Screamed. Sobbed. Begged him to tell me who the hell he was actually planning to marry. And every single time, Julian would sigh and say, "Chloe, really? She's just an intern. Practically a child."

This time, all I said was: "Go ahead."

Then I turned around and took that job overseas.

When his thirteenth text came through—yet another registry office reschedule—I was already at the gate for my London flight.

This time? I'm choosing me.

After the crash, my husband, Darius, lost his ability to speak. The trauma to his cervical spine left him unable to even lift a finger.
The doctors said his only remaining way to communicate was to nod, or to shake his head.
Sitting by his hospital bed, I finally asked the question that had been eating away at me for three months.
"When the crash happened... were you on your way to see your mistress?"
Darius stared dead at me. Then, slowly, he nodded.

The day college applications were due, Fern Whitmore wouldn't stop crying — and my two childhood best friends were completely wrapped around her finger.

They actually threatened to give up their Ivy League spots to follow her to community college.

I tried everything to talk them out of it. Nothing worked. So I went behind their backs and called both their parents.

Their parents showed up that same night and put a stop to it. Applications corrected, crisis averted, everyone back on track.

Or so I thought.

Fern lost her two personal ATMs, and one night she posted a goodbye message on social media and swallowed a bottle of pills.

Nash and Declan didn't blame her for it. They blamed me.

They lured me up to the roof. Both of them shoved their hands against my chest.

"Maren." Declan's voice was ice. "You ruined Fern's future. Go apologize to her in hell."

I fell twelve stories.

When I opened my eyes, I was back at the beginning.

This time, I'm not saving anyone.

My two best friends killed me over a girl who'd been dead six months.
Lila Bishop never got a single offer. So she cried and clung until Cole and Wes were ready to throw away their full rides and follow her to nowhere. I tried to stop them — they called me jealous and cut me off. So I went over their heads. I called their moms. I fixed their signing papers myself, the night before the deadline.
Six months later Lila was gone, and they blamed me. They dragged me to the roof of our gym and threw me off.
Then I opened my eyes — three months back, the day it all started.
Last time, I broke myself trying to save them.
This time, I'd let them jump.

On my twenty-fourth birthday, my grandfather dropped the bombshell: I was an orphan.
After learning about my biological family, I decided to do something nice. I bought a limited-edition sports car as a gift for the father I had never met.
But at the dealership, I was publicly humiliated by my brother's mistress.
To clear up the misunderstanding, I called my brother.
When he arrived, it was only to back her up.
"This birthmark is ugly; let me help you get rid of it."
My own brother used a cigar to burn off the birthmark behind my ear and had my suffering broadcast on the mall's LED screen.
"Listen, if anyone dares to treat this woman’s injuries, I’ll have their license revoked in this city for good!"
But he didn’t know that the grandfather who raised me was someone no one in this city could even dream of looking up to.
When my grandfather arrived with a top-notch medical team and armed mercenaries, sealing off the entire building, my arrogant brother finally realized his mistake.

"Someone is right behind you."
It's the most common comment I get in the chat during my late-night streams.
But when that exact phrase abruptly hijacked my screen, spammed in bold, blood-red letters, my blood ran completely cold.
Because deep down, I knew. This time, they weren't joking.
It was real.

“Open for me baby...” he begged me, and I'm undone.

His hand is between my legs, and again he started caressing me, every part, in and out like he wanted to know all of me. I think that never in my life a man touched me like this.

But Ethan was determined, he started rubbing, pushing, and I couldn't help myself as I cried in pleasure, arching my back and trembling. My hands are pressed in his back, my nails digging.

He pushed one finger inside of me, out and in, rubbing with his thumb in that place that made me crazy. He just kept going at it, making my insides climb higher and higher, until I was ready to my climax.

“Ethan my god…” I moan, unable to speak.

I was too busy breathing and moaning trying to hold myself together. I cried out, pushing my core against his hand because I wanted more and more.


What would you do if the man who destroyed your life showed up again?

Priscilla finds that the important new client at her job is her childhood and her first crush... but the man who haunted her teenage years.

She clearly heard him say… “"Why would you want to go out with that... girl? You want to be a joke? Unless you like girls... way overweight... like a little pig,"...and that's when the nightmare started.

But now Ethan returns and does nothing but hunt down Priscilla.

Will she be able to forget what he did? Can she run away from Ethan? What's his sudden interest in her after all this time?

（Do not open this novel lightly, or you will become so engrossed that you won't be able to stop reading for three days and nights...）
Four years ago, he heartlessly drove her out of the house, heavy rain pouring down. Margaret's heart fell with the rain, disappearing into the silence of that desperate rainy night.
Four years later, Margaret transformed into a cold-faced CEO, decisive and capable, with only a sweet and obedient daughter softening her heart.
She thought Raymond hated her to the core, not realizing that after that night, Raymond went mad searching the world over just to find news of her.
Upon meeting again, surrounded by numerous CEOs, she deliberately ignored him.
Raymond advanced towards her, 'I told you, you can only be my woman.'"

"I'm a person, not a tool for you to vent your desires!" I silently screamed.
Alex's voice was cold and piercing, "You are my wife, fulfilling my physiological needs, legally and properly."
"Our cold war isn't over!" My resistance was useless as Alex had already entered my body.
His cold hand stroked my breast. In five years of marriage, after countless times of making love, he knew exactly how to arouse my desires.
Just as my body trembled, about to reach climax, the phone rang abruptly. Alex immediately stopped, covered my mouth, and answered the call.
On the other end, a woman cooed, "Darling, I'm here."

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At her father's funeral, he ruthlessly violated her body, then afterwards threw a divorce agreement at her.
"I married you just to retaliate against your father. Now that he's dead, you'll spend your whole life atoning for it!"
She finally realized, he had never loved her. He wished she were dead...

After her parents' abrupt absence, she assumed her life would be free of ups and downs, but one accident after another caught her off guard. But she is obstinate and will not submit to her fate. Even the apathetic president was struck by her tenacity and inadvertently fell in love with her. He was so controlling and insensitive but he always spoiled her as if she were the only one in the world in his sight. And the story between them is still long...

My fiancé overnight accumulated a massive gambling debt, and to save his life, he sent me, still a virgin, to the creditor's bed.
"Please... no... don't... please... let me go!"
My first time was incredibly painful, and I bit down hard on this stranger's shoulder.
Despite my pleas, he didn't stop; instead, it only excited him more as he teased my sensitive spots and ravaged me relentlessly...
To my shame, after the pain subsided, I found myself falling in love with the frequent waves of pleasure he brought me...

After her terminal diagnosis, the first call she made was to her husband. A woman answered, her laughter shattering what little hope remained.
Even her childhood sweetheart had abandoned her for her sister, leaving her completely alone in the world.
With only one month left to live, she walked away without a word, crossing an ocean for a slim chance at survival.
Then the news of her death reached them.
Regret hit like a storm. Her husband abandoned every other woman and searched desperately for traces of her. Her first love finally realized who he had always wanted. Everyone who had hurt her was drowning in guilt, desperate for one last chance to make things right.

But she wasn’t dead.
While they were still consumed by remorse, she returned — alive, untouchable, and now the head of a leading medical conglomerate. She stepped back into their world with a cold, commanding presence, leaving them stunned and powerless before the woman they thought they had lost forever.

Sonia Bliss lost her father in a car crashed leaving debts for her to settle. There was nothing Sonia could do and debtors were on her neck. In order to pay, the only solution that came in was to work as a dancer for had exotic club owned by the debtor. A twisted tale unfolded in Sonia life after she was drugged and had a one night stand with the ruthless billionaire Antonio Jackson. Antonio Jackson saw Sonia predicament as had opportunity to trap Sonia in had agreement of becoming his fuck buddy until she graduate from the university. At first, they didn't have a good partnership because all Antonio desired from Sonia was pleasure and lust but eventually, Sonia fell in love with Antonio and became pregnant. Antonio didn't reciprocate his love for Sonia until it was already too late and when the agreement ended, Sonia left Antonio because of the endless torment of his fiancee.

Triffany never expected her life will change after an unpleasant encounter with a stranger she never knew, this wasn't the life she dreamt of, and force into a marriage she did not sign up for, but will things really go well for her after getting married to a wealthy man who has no love for her.

On my husband’s birthday, my sister returned home.
The first thing she said to me was, "So, when are you planning to divorce him?"
I let out a cold laugh, turned on my heel, and headed straight to a club to hire eight go-go dancers.
I was in the middle of a steamy, skin-to-skin dance with a model who had a perfect eight-pack when my husband—who usually makes it a point to be in bed early—dragged me off the dance floor.
Looking at his dark, livid face, I said, "The young men here don't need an early bedtime to hold onto their youth. You're already old." I tapped his cheek and smiled. "And I deserve better."

Ayleen made the decision to relocate from her tranquil country life to attend Berklee College of Music. To support herself financially, she joined a band that performed at the local LGBT bar. Little did she know, Ayleen's life would take an unexpected turn when she crossed paths with Clara, a public prosecutor with a reputation for breaking hearts..

She felt good—better than Zander Stanton remembered, and he had a damn good memory when it came to this woman. But his hatred was more pronounced than the little voice in his head telling him to give her what she wanted—his love.
But Elvie had never been the one for Zander. He loathed her. He hated her family for arranging a marriage he never wanted.
Yet she had no choice, and a day hadn’t gone by when she hadn’t replayed memories of the man who’d captured her heart without trying. Here she was, just as stupid as she remembered. "I—I'll take a shower, and I'll be b-back." She muttered and left his room immediately.
This was her goodbye; tonight, Zander would be hers. And she would set him free forever.
Five years later, with amnesia and a missing four-year-old daughter, could fate play her again, or was she willing to quench his desperate thirst for her love?

She was the one night he forgot.
He was the man she could never forgive.
But fate doesn’t care about regrets.

Detective Nancy Carter thought she left her biggest mistake in the past—until a case leads her straight into the arms of the arrogant billionaire who unknowingly fathered her child. Jaxon Lennox has everything—power, wealth, control—but when Nancy storms back into his life with secrets and scars, the rules begin to change.

She hates him. He wants answers.
But between their war of words and buried truths lies a connection too explosive to deny

Khalid was known as the cruel leader of his group of bad companions - a group known to be involved in all forms of illegal activities. They were worst than a mafia group.
Innocent Octavia shows up one day and begs to be a part of his group for reasons best known to her.
But in order to achieve that, she had to let go of her innocence, had to let go of her cold lifestyle and act like one of them.
She had to obey all the Master's rules.
And his first rule - you can't be a virgin and work for Master Khalid.