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Romance Books for Women

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THE BILLIONAIRE'S OBSSESSION

THE BILLIONAIRE'S OBSSESSION

___"How can I love you... I mean look at you, a stuck-up nerd with no beauty, all you care about is books... I mean, don't take it the wrong way, but you're not my type at all..." These words have always sounded in her ears since it came out of her mouth and who is she? Camille Norman. A twenty-two-year-old girl who was often abused by her classmates but who was broken only one person. Who? Gray Cole. 4 Group of words can describe it...Very rich – Very, Very Attractive - A sportsman - A Sex Addict Finally the stereotype that all girls want to have...Camille has been falling for him since high school and one day she took it upon herself to confess her feelings to him, he made fun of her in public making Camille's life miserable in high school. All the love she had for him turned into hatred and she promised herself that she would never fall in love with a man again. But after five years, they meet again... Camille is no longer the stuck-up nerd he used to know. In fact, she has become a sexy goddess that all guys want to worship. What will happen when these two meet again? What happens when Camille ends up working for him? She recognized him at first glance but he doesn't remember her, not even her first name! Stunned by the body of the goddess in front of him Gray is determined to get into the skirt of Camille, his new personal assistant! Is she going to fall in love with the guy who ruined her life again? Cake on the cherry, Camille lugs a heavy past that ends up catching up with her.
Silence On The Main Stage

Silence On The Main Stage

My name is Ethan Lester. I' m a humble community college music teacher, engaged to Nicole Anderson, a brilliant Silicon Valley CEO. She worships an anonymous DJ, "Aethel," whose music, she says, saved her from deep depression. She doesn't know "Aethel" is me. After our engagement party, I saw a text on her phone, not meant for my eyes. It was from her assistant, Brian: "He' s boring. He' ll never understand you like I do. Like Aethel does." Her reply shattered my world: "I know, my Aethel. I' ll handle him. The festival is all that matters." I followed her to a penthouse where she funded Brian' s music studio and promised him a headline festival spot – my comeback. I registered for the Electric Odyssey festival under my real name, determined to expose the fraud. But backstage, just before my performance, two men grabbed me. Then, they broke my hands. Pain erupted as my bones snapped. My career, my identity, gone in an instant. As my vision blurred, Nicole emerged from the shadows. "Electric Odyssey is for ' Aethel' !" she snarled, her voice cruel. "I' ll destroy anyone who threatens his comeback, including you." She watched me bleed, letting me lie broken on the cold concrete. I woke up in my own bed, gasping, my hands miraculously whole. I grabbed my phone: The date was ten days before the festival. I was back, with the terrifying memory of my murder fresh in my mind, courtesy of my fiancée. This time, I wouldn' t be the one getting destroyed.
He Chose Her Over Our Dead Child

He Chose Her Over Our Dead Child

Deidre went to the clinic and learned she was finally pregnant, but her failing heart meant carrying the baby would kill her. Before she could process the grief, she received an anonymous photo of her husband, Danial, tenderly escorting a heavily pregnant woman into a VIP hospital. The woman was his cousin, Daria. Following them, Deidre overheard Danial call her a "sterile decoration," promising to get rid of her while securing a Cayman trust fund for his illegitimate child. The nightmare only worsened when Daria gloatingly confessed to a horrifying truth. Daria had stolen the credit for saving Danial in a fire—a heroic act that had actually destroyed Deidre's heart. Even more sickening, Daria had bribed a doctor two years ago to fake Deidre's ectopic pregnancy, tricking Danial into authorizing the surgery that murdered their perfectly healthy baby daughter. When a grief-stricken Deidre attacked the murderer, Danial furiously shoved his wife to the ground. Ignoring her heart spasms and gasps for air, he threw her out into a freezing New York blizzard to die. Lying in the snow, Deidre's love turned to pure ash as she realized she had sacrificed her body and her child for a blind monster. But she didn't die that night. Rescued by Danial's biggest Wall Street rival, Deidre marched into her husband's office the next morning alongside New York's most ruthless divorce lawyer. "Sign it, or I'll freeze your offshore trust and burn your empire to the ground."
Claimed By The Vampire King

Claimed By The Vampire King

***Updates are now on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.*** Everything you thought you knew was a lie. The vampire king, Vladimir Sedof, was on top of the world once upon a time. He had his beloved by his side and the vampires following his every dictate. Then one sunny morning, it all goes to hell. He wakes up twenty odd years later to find most of his magic stolen and his beloved murdered. Hell bent on getting revenge on those who left him for dead, he acquires a pawn in the form of Josie Braille. She turns out to be too powerful and not all that useful. Josie Braille just wanted to set her father free. What she gets instead is a world filled with magic, lies and schemes older than she had been alive. In this world where foes and friends wear the same face, she must choose a side and fight for her love. But to do that, she must decide who she loves. Grayson Callahan is a hunter stuck between the rock and a hard place. He has to choose between doing his duty and saving the world from a vampire on the warpath, or saying fuck it and choosing his love. Three lives on a collision course, whose resolution will reign supreme? What they do find in the end is that this was someone else's game entirely and they were all pawns from the very beginning. But when the chips are down and the fate of their existence and everyone they held dear on their shoulders, will Josie’s love win, or will the vampire king sacrifice them all to get his justice?
HIGHSCHOOL IDOLS

HIGHSCHOOL IDOLS

Welcome to the world of music where music is paramount...yeah it's all about music,fame,wealth,dance,fashion and modelling and love. Meet Nelson Rowland, just 17 but smart,cool, handsome,jovial but hates the mention of girls. He dislikes girls and dares not go close to one cause of his first heartbreak left a scar in his heart. He's in a band of three named GOLDEN VOICES... His friends Gabriel Fernandez and Jayden Bricks are part of the band. His parents President Adrian Rowland and Bae Pixie Rowland are filthy wealthy billionaires. CEO of AIR MAX,the best producing airplane company in Mexico. Meet this fiend triplets, Vivian Howard, Vienna Howard and Violet Howard. Best dancers in school, though they aren't identical triplets. Their band name is TRIPLETS LOVE. Their parents are fifth most richest couples in Mexico. They operate seven cosmetics companies which produces in bulk and exports around the world. Meet Sharon Chavez,an Italian girl, 16 years old, who got abused by her step dad who is also a drug baron. She is forced to work as a Nanny in the Rowland's family to accomplish an evil plan courtesy of her step dad. What happens when Nelson develops a strong hatred for Sharon just like other girls? What's happens when she starts falling helplessly for him? Would she succeed in accomplishing her plan or love would replace that? What happens when she joins Nelson in school, with the jealousy eyes of the triplets glued on her? What happens when her mission there is been revealed? Thrilling right? This is gonna be filled with tricky suspense,so sit around and let's ride on this together.
Her Empire, His Ruin

Her Empire, His Ruin

My thumb hovered over the screen, then I tapped the little heart. It was a beautiful, honest architecture project from an old friend, the kind I used to dream of doing. Then the comment popped up from another classmate: "Ethan Miller! Good to see you' re still keeping up with real architecture. Thought you' d be lost to the dark side by now." The "dark side" was Vance Development, my wife Olivia' s company, where I was the head architect, designing sterile luxury condos. I closed the app, the familiar dull ache starting in my chest, and watched Olivia prepare for the Urban Development Gala in our opulent penthouse. She needed to project success for the mayor and investors, especially with the Greenleaf Park deal-a small beloved park in a working-class neighborhood she planned to destroy for our most luxurious development yet, The Pinnacle. "Try to look happy tonight, Ethan," she' d said, not looking at me. "It doesn' t look good if my own husband seems miserable." I was miserable. And people were talking about her and Leo Maxwell, her new star project manager. Her calendar, carelessly left open on the kitchen tablet, confirmed my fears: "2 PM - 5 PM: Site Immersion w/ Leo - The Pinnacle." A secret meeting, not the kind she told everyone about. I watched her black town car pull away. The anger and jealousy were gone, replaced by a chilling clarity. The foundation was cracked. It had to come down. My phone buzzed. Olivia. She knew about the social media like. "Ethan, what the hell was that?" Her voice was sharp, panicked. "Are you trying to sabotage me?" "It was a post from a friend, Olivia. I liked it." "A friend who builds non-profit shacks out of garbage! Leo was just saying how important a unified front is right now." Leo. Of course. She softened her tone: "Once the Pinnacle project is greenlit, we' ll take that trip to Italy, the one we talked about. Just us." The promise was hollow, a worn-out coin she offered whenever she needed my compliance. "Okay, Olivia," I said, my voice flat. "I have to go. Leo is waiting. Don' t be late for the gala." She hung up. I walked to my study, opened the drawer, and looked at the divorce papers my lawyer had drawn up a month ago. The decision was no longer a question. It was an answer.