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Love in the Mist

Love in the Mist

"Love in the Mist" follows Ji-ah, a 27-year-old art history student from Seoul, who moves to the small, picturesque town of St. Ives in Cornwall, England, to escape the pressures of her corporate life. Seeking peace and self-discovery, she takes a part-time job at a charming yet slightly rundown bookstore café owned by Oliver, a quiet, intellectual man in his early 30s. As Ji-ah settles into her new life, she quickly forms a deep connection with Oliver. They bond over their shared love of books, art, and quiet moments, and she finds comfort in his steady presence and understanding nature. However, things become complicated when Ethan, a charismatic and spontaneous photographer, moves to town. His boldness and adventurous spirit immediately draw Ji-ah in, and the two share a magnetic attraction that leaves her torn. Unlike Oliver, who is emotionally reserved, Ethan challenges Ji-ah in ways she never expected, pushing her out of her comfort zone and into a world of passion and excitement. As their connection deepens, Ji-ah's feelings for Ethan intensify, igniting a whirlwind romance filled with late-night strolls, spontaneous trips, and undeniable chemistry. While Ji-ah is caught up in Ethan's fiery presence, Oliver becomes increasingly aware of the growing tension between the two. His subtle gestures of affection-helping Ji-ah with small things at work and walking her home after late shifts-begin to show his deeper feelings, though he remains quiet and patient. As the emotional stakes rise, Ji-ah finds herself caught between the two men: Oliver, who represents stability and deep emotional connection, and Ethan, who offers passion and a life of adventure. The love triangle reaches its peak when Ethan openly confronts Oliver, making his intentions clear while Oliver quietly withdraws, giving Ji-ah space to make her decision. In the end, after much emotional turmoil, Ji-ah realizes that her heart craves more than fleeting passion. She chooses Oliver, the man who has always been there for her, whose steady love and quiet strength offer the depth and commitment she ultimately desires. "Love in the Mist" is a story of love, self-discovery, and the choices we must make when torn between safety and passion.
The Truth Behind The Billionaire's Amnesia

The Truth Behind The Billionaire's Amnesia

I gave him my kidney, my world, the man I' d loved for ten years. Ethan Vanderbilt, my everything, needed a miracle after his crash and amnesia. The perfect match felt like fate, a second chance for us. But when I woke up, sore yet hopeful, his mother Eleanor delivered a chilling blow. "Brittany Covington is his fiancée," she declared, "she gave him her kidney." Suddenly, my sacrifice was twisted into a lie, my love erased. Brittany, the woman who'd chased Ethan for years, smirked down at me, claiming his love, his salvation. Ethan, blank-eyed and memory-less, didn't recognize me, then flinched away, commanding, "Get her away from me." I was dragged out of the hospital, shoved against walls, slapped, my side screaming in protest. Later, at our shared penthouse, all my belongings were gone, replaced by hers. He shattered my most cherished vinyl records, then threw the sharp pieces, cutting my cheek, roaring for me to be thrown out like trash. How could ten years of love vanish? How could he believe these lies, these cruel fabrications, and turn into this monster? Was I truly nothing, my life-saving act utterly worthless, my heart and body breaking under their lies? Just when I thought all hope was lost, standing homeless and bleeding on the curb, a kind stranger offered a lifeline. Ethan' s cousin, David Harrison, pulled up. "Get in," he said, and my new life began with a most unexpected proposal.
BILLIONAIRE THIRST FOR LOVE

BILLIONAIRE THIRST FOR LOVE

Note; Book contains dark scenes, violence and extreme B.D.S.M activities. Might be offensive to sensitive readers. ~ "You like it don't you?" He asked as his fingers brushed my cleavage, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my breasts out of my bra. I moaned when his cold, hairy, strong hands came in contact with my hot, hard nipples. "Yeah, I do." My voice was strained in wanton need. I widened my legs as my skirt rode up to my lap showing my set of white lacy-soaked panties, any form of reasoning had flown out of the window. The only thing I cared about was letting this man touch and fuck me whichever way he chooses to. He came in between my outstretched widened legs, and I almost paled in return. His fingers started to tease and pull on my hard nipples, pinching and pulling repeatedly sending a mini orgasm to rock through my body. How could someone have an orgasm from just nipple foreplay? It's Mr. John. Anything is possible. "You like this don't you Maria?" He asked sultrily into my ears, as he rocked his hard bulge in my wet panties. "Yes!" I cried out, I didn't care if anyone heard the loud throaty moans from my throat. "Say yes sir!" He pinched my nipples and I shrieked. "Yes sir!" A scream tore out from my throat. "Oh...Please stop teasing me." I begged his groin rubbing on my soaked panties was killing me, I couldn't take it anymore. "You want me." He purred into my ears. "I need you badly." I almost screamed. "But how do you want me?" He traced his hands on my panties band and slammed it to my skin. "Oh." I gasped, biting my bottom lip. His fingers slid into my clit massaging it, his fingers found my juices as he smiled and brought it to his lips. I started rocking my hips back and forth, to his groin. The friction gave a pleasing relief to my throbbing pussy. "I want you inside of me," I begged, as my pussy throbbed when he got out between my legs. "This is my office and if you want us to have a crazy fling, I will lay out the contract." He said biting my earlobe and rubbing my cleavages, twisting my nipples a bit. "Contract?" I asked, what does he need a contract for? A contract to fuck? That's madness!... ******** Maria is trying to put her life back together after she was abandoned by her childhood sweetheart on the altar. Leaving her family behind she moved to Orano, where she got a Job in MTC. A new future she wishes to create as she runs into John, a sexy bachelor. Soon a crazy obsessive fling turns into something more. While they try to fight their connection, evil lurks within. Will they survive with their hearts and souls intact?
One Love Mr Kim

One Love Mr Kim

First Love....               Some people say that first love will last forever but it will never work out. A love that is can not be forgotten but a love that must be let go. Maybe you will never forget someone who became your first love and the memories of him made you sink into a never-ending pain.              The feeling of longing for someone you can no longer meet is mixed with misgivings if you might cross paths with him. The fear of meeting him because of not knowing how to behave in his presence makes you try to keep staying away from his place. But what if fate forces you to return to the same place?            That's what happened to that woman, she had completed her studies in the USA but even so she never returned to Korea because of an anxiety about the possibility of returning to meet the man who became her first love.          But her parents forced her to back home. She also discover that her parents wanted to set her up with a handsome rich man who was the son of her mother's best friend.             Actually, she did not want the wedding, but for some reason she began to find the attraction of the man who became her fiance. But the complexity of her love story did not just stop there when the fiance turned out to ask her to engage in business cooperation related to her first love.             She is get caught between two men who have the same family surename, the Kim family. Who will she ultimately choose to be her life partner?
Shattered Illusions, Reclaimed Life

Shattered Illusions, Reclaimed Life

After eight years of marriage and years of quiet heartbreak, the two pink lines on the pregnancy test finally gave me a desperate surge of hope: our baby, a chance to fix everything with my husband, Ethan. But Ethan, the man I thought was my struggling artist, was secretly having an affair with a twenty-year-old named Alexis, a girl he'd 'rescued,' shattering the illusion of our life. Convinced her absence was the key, I foolishly booked Alexis a non-refundable ticket to a remote wellness retreat, a desperate, naive attempt to save my family. Within hours, Ethan unleashed a cold, precise rage, systematically dismantling my parents' beloved diner chain, a Midwest institution built from nothing, reducing decades of their hard work to rubble in just three days. He then sent his men to our family home, subtly threatening my parents, forcing my proud father to kneel in the town square and publicly apologize for *my* supposed deceit. When I finally confronted him, begging him to stop, he clamped his hand around my throat, slamming me against the wall, his eyes promising devastation far beyond mere financial ruin. Staring into the eyes of the monster he truly was, the man who had dismissed me as too old and 'not vibrant,' I knew the fragile lie of our marriage, and the hope of our child, could not survive. To break free from his poison, to ensure he could never use a baby to forever bind me to him, I made the agonizing, solitary decision to abort the pregnancy. Hollowed out but resolute, I packed our lives into essentials, left my wedding ring, and with my parents, disappeared to a small town, rebuilding our lives from scratch, waiting for the inevitable. He found me months later, working as a waitress, smugly offering to buy me back, to restore my parents' wealth, thinking he could still control me with money. But as I met his gaze, I calmly delivered the truth that stripped him of everything: 'There was a baby, Ethan. Ours. And I got rid of it. Because of you.' That single, devastating confession shattered his arrogance, leaving him broken and lost, finally giving me the first taste of true, hard-won freedom I had fought so desperately to claim.
Betrayal's Scars, A New Beginning

Betrayal's Scars, A New Beginning

Today was my ninth wedding anniversary, and I lay in a hospital bed, recovering from a hysterectomy. My husband, Mark, sent a diamond necklace, but instead of him, a young woman' s voice answered his phone. "This is Emily. Please, don' t do this to Mark." Her tearful plea implied she had picked out my anniversary gift with him. He then agreed to a divorce-eagerly, relieved-hanging up before I could speak. He never showed up at the courthouse. He promised to meet me. He broke that promise. Two months later, he stumbled home, drunk, offering me a luxury watch as if it could erase his betrayal. "A divorce? We' re not getting a divorce," he slurred. I saw him days later, laughing intimately with Emily at a café, while I was dealing with more than just a broken marriage. "I have uterine cancer." The words were out, shattering the fragile peace. "You have cancer and you' re telling me now? How could you keep that from me?" he shouted, not out of concern, but anger at how it looked. He raged about losing control, about how this affected him, not once asking about my pain. I had been alone in a hospital bed, recovering from surgery, while he was at a gala with Emily, the "close companion," the night of my surgery. He thought I was making a scene, when he was the one who had brought Emily to his parents' home, to Lily' s birthday party. His mother praised Emily, who' d planned my daughter' s party. They all stood there, a united front: Mark, his parents, and his mistress, making me the villain. His cruelty was breathtaking. "She' s just bitter," he announced to the silent room. "She' s bitter because she' s not a complete woman anymore. She had to have a hysterectomy. She has cancer. She can' t have any more children. She' s broken." He had taken my deepest vulnerability, my illness, and used it as a weapon to humiliate me publicly. Something inside me snapped. I slapped him, hard, the sound echoing through the stunned silence. Emily shrieked and lunged, but I sidestepped, and she crashed into a table. "It' s all yours," I said, my voice ringing with finality. "You can have him. You can have this whole rotten family. We' re done." I walked out, hand in hand with my daughter, leaving the wreckage behind.
The Billionaire's Limited-Time Romance

The Billionaire's Limited-Time Romance

For three months, I played the part of the perfect girlfriend for billionaire heir Ansel Schultz. I was the obedient, low-maintenance girl from a middle-class zip code, the one who never asked where he was or demanded expensive gifts. Then, standing in the shadows of a hallway, I heard the truth from his own lips. He told his friends I was nothing more than a "convenience," a "pressure valve for his schedule." Our entire relationship was just a "pure romance movie with a time limit," set to end the moment his real fiancée, the heiress Isela Lamb, arrived in New York. One of them cornered me outside the door, hissing in my ear. "The carriage is turning back into a pumpkin, Cinderella. Pack your bags and get out." They were all waiting for the show. They expected me to break down, to run away crying and become the joke of the city. They thought a girl like me would cling to him like a vine, begging for a fairy tale that was never real. But an anthropologist doesn't cry when the monkeys throw mud at her. I pushed open the heavy door, walked straight to his table under the shocked stares of his friends, and looked him in the eye. "I heard the part about the limited-time romance movie," I said with a smile. "When it ends, can you make sure that recommendation letter includes an introduction to the head of Strategic Investment at the Schultz Group? I need an interview for my summer internship."
Reborn Into His Regret

Reborn Into His Regret

My name is Sarah Miller, and I was on top of the world. Graduating college, a prestigious journalism internship lined up, and madly in love with Ethan Hayes-the powerful, charming heir. Life was perfect. A fairy tale, really. Then, at my graduation party, Ethan dimmed the lights. He projected intimate photos and videos of us onto a giant screen. My world shattered. His cruel smile gone, he announced it was all revenge. My journalist father, he claimed, had ruined his first love, Olivia, with an exposé, leaving her in a vegetative state. That night, my father died of a heart attack. My mother followed weeks later. My internship vanished. I was ostracized. And I was pregnant with Ethan' s child. Five years later, my daughter Lily developed aggressive leukemia. Desperate, I became Ethan' s personal assistant, enduring his and Olivia' s endless torture, even sexual exploitation, just to pay for Lily's treatments. He even desecrated my father' s grave. How could I have loved such a monster? How could one man inflict such unending, calculated pain on an innocent family? I was just a pawn in his twisted game of vengeance, paying for a 'sin' that wasn't even mine. The humiliation, the despair, the sheer injustice felt suffocating. With Lily dying, I entered a high-risk medical trial to fund her last hope, fully expecting to die. And I did. Then, I woke up. It was the day before everything went wrong. And so did Ethan.