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A Name Without A Past

A Name Without A Past

Title- A Name Without A Past Author- Abraham Tejiri Onojighofia Genre: Psychological Suspense Romance / Crime Thriller Tagline: Memory lies. Danger doesn't.. Larry awakens in an abandoned hospital with no name, no past, and no memories-except one. A woman's face. Her voice. Her presence. The single image floating in the hollow wreckage of his mind is so sharp, so undeniable, that he knows she matters. He doesn't know who he is, but he knows he must find her. Moments after he escapes the hospital, someone tries to kill him. Driven by instinct and the one memory he trusts, Larry follows the fragment of recognition until it leads him to Ella Morgan, a composed and fiercely intelligent homicide detective. But instead of relief, he's met with confusion. Ella has never seen him before. According to her, he is a stranger. But danger arrives before either of them can walk away. A sudden attack convinces Ella that Larry is not lying-someone wants him dead. And the attempt on his life mirrors the recent string of unsolved murders she is investigating. Against policy and against her better judgment, Ella takes him under temporary protection. Immediately, unsettling cracks begin to appear in her certainty. Larry recognizes places connected to the case. He reacts to threats with a trained instinct he can't explain. And his fragmented flashbacks seem tied to secrets Ella wasn't supposed to uncover. As they race to piece together his missing identity, a darker truth begins to emerge. Larry's amnesia is no accident. Evidence points to a covert operation, a covered-up crime, and powerful enemies determined to bury the truth permanently. His erased memory may hold the key to a conspiracy that reaches into the police force, the city's elite-and Ella's own past. With each step closer to the truth, the connection between them deepens. Larry feels drawn to her with an unshakable certainty that defies logic, while Ella fights the pull of a man who may be the missing link to her most dangerous case yet. But as Larry's memories begin to return, so does a chilling realization: Ella wasn't just a face in his mind. She was the last person he tried to protect before everything went dark. Now, the enemies hunting Larry have turned their sights on her. In a deadly race against a faceless adversary, Larry and Ella must unravel the past he's forgotten before it destroys them both. Because the silence Larry woke up with isn't empty-it's hiding a witness, a secret, and a truth someone is willing to kill to keep buried. And the closer the truth gets, the more dangerous remembering becomes.
Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband

Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband

The tip of my fountain pen hovered over the divorce agreement. Across the mahogany desk, my billionaire husband, Chandler, looked at me with cold, dead eyes, waiting for me to sign my life away. What he didn't know was that a phantom pain was still tearing through my chest—the memory of cold steel sliding between my ribs. In my previous life, I foolishly signed these papers, burning down my marriage for my lover, Chace, and my sweet stepsister, Annalise. Only to be left to bleed to death in a dark alley while they laughed, planning to steal my son and Chandler's fortune. Reborn at the exact moment of my ruin, I tore the divorce agreement to shreds. I desperately tried to make amends, even joining a reality show with my traumatized six-year-old son to prove I had changed. But Chace and Annalise wouldn't let me go. Seeing my public redemption, they panicked and released a hyper-realistic deepfake sex tape of me and Chace. They demanded $300 million from Chandler, framing my newfound love for my family as an elaborate, sickening long con. Chandler burst into the house, throwing the blackmail papers at my feet. His eyes were filled with broken agony and absolute disgust, fully believing that my tears, my apologies to our son, and my desperate kisses were all just a performance for money. He thought I was the exact same monster who had destroyed him once before. The old me would have screamed, cried, and played right into their hands. Instead, I calmly stepped forward, gently smoothed the collar of his suit jacket, and looked into his tortured eyes. "I'm not going to explain the video, or the money." "I'm not going to ask for your forgiveness." "I am asking you for one thing, Chandler." "You have to trust me."
The Annoying Ghost

The Annoying Ghost

"Don't waste those tears on people who don't deserve you." A baritone voice lifted my head from my bow. The tall man was standing and leaning against the wall and had a fist. He was wearing a simple white polo shirt and slacks. It's beautiful, elegant and smooth---I'm even overwhelmed by the whiteness. "W-Who are you?" Wait. It's familiar. He's... He's the vocalist of a famous band and a car racer that's in the news because he had an accident and is now comatose! Shit! I was suddenly nervous. My tears spontaneously stopped falling when I met the man and were replaced by... fear. Even though it's handsome, it's still a ghost. Geez. There was a trace of shock on the man's face. "Do you see me?" "That's a ghost..." Putcha! I'm still afraid of ghosts, shit. A smile suddenly appeared on his lips. "Scared?" "H-Don't come near me!" Well, I don't have Holy Water! I was confused when he suddenly stepped closer to me. I want to stand up and run, but I can't move, probably because my knees are weak. But my heart beat even faster when he bent slightly so that our faces were level. His gray eyes stared at me. His nose is pointed, his eyebrows are thick, his lips are red, and his face is smooth. I couldn't help but praise him in my mind. Now he knows how many women are mourning him now. "It's ugly to cry." All of a sudden, my fear disappeared and was replaced by annoyance at his words. "What did you say?!" "The. ugly. you. turned out to. cry." How dare you repeat it! He moved away from me and laughed. I was insulted by his laugh. Even though I am like this, I can be proud of my beauty. Then... Grrrr. I looked at him badly and felt annoyed. "Calm down ugly. Your nose is smoking oh, pffft." I have stood up. The jaw clenched. "If you're ugly you're handsome?! If I'm ugly you're even uglier! shit!" I marched out and slammed the door shut. I still heard his laugh which annoyed me even more. If he wasn't a ghost, I would have really punched him in the face. But I can only say one thing.. That annoying ghost is totally a fucking jerk!
Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Billionaire

Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Billionaire

Eliana Jordan poured six weeks of her life into a masterpiece jewelry portfolio, eager to surprise her boyfriend of two years for their anniversary. But when she quietly slipped into his apartment, she heard a sickeningly familiar giggle from the bedroom. It was her stepsister, Ashley. They weren't just sleeping together—they were celebrating getting their marriage license that very morning. Frozen in shock, Eliana listened as Ethan coldly revealed their true plan. He was only with her to steal her graduation portfolio and use it to launch Ashley's design career. Then, Ethan answered a call on speaker. It was Eliana's own father. They were conspiring together. Her father promised that the moment they secured her designs, he would announce Eliana's forced engagement to Preston Carlisle—a man notorious throughout New York for his violent abuse—just to secure business capital. Her blood turned to ice. Her talent, her love, her very life—to her boyfriend, her sister, and her own father, she was nothing but a commodity to be drained and traded to a monster. They thought she was just a naive, blind fool who would quietly accept her ruin. But tears were useless. Instead of storming in, Eliana quietly hit record on her phone and backed away into the shadows. If her father wanted to sell her off for power, she would find the one man he feared most. She headed straight to City Hall, planted herself in front of her father's ruthless billionaire rival, Jaxon Hernandez, and looked him in the eye. "Your bride didn't show up. My groom ran off with my stepsister. I need a husband to escape my father, and you need a wife to save face. So... how about we get married?"