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His Baby Mama (Be My Woman)
Romance đBÂŁ MY WĂMĂNđ
(Hisâ˘Babyâ˘Mama...)
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PROLOGUE.
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By: Naomi Cindy B.
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Rosy Klein did all she could to sponsor herself and her boyfriend through college.
She has been dating Stefan since highschool, but immediately they started college, Stefan lost his parents and almost quit school, but Rosy took the responsibility.
Stefan is a guy she loves so much, and she couldn't bear watching him drop out, though she's an orphan herself.
Part time jobs and illegal gigs brought her the cash she earned, and with that, she was able to sponsor herself and Stefan, but on their graduation day...
Stefan proposed to her best friend right in front of her, and her world crumbled.
That same day, Roman Lawson planned proposal for his girlfriend, and he was hoping it'd be the best night of their lives.
He has been dating Gwen for three years, and though she did nothing for him throughout, but to him, her love was enough.
He payed for her mother's yearly surgery even when he's just a struggling youth. He even bought Gwen a car with his first salary, all for love.
But on getting to the proposal venue, Gwen turned him down and ran out in tears after confessing that she's currently in love with someone else.
Roman's world shattered. The pain of betrayal and heartbreak made him drive to the bar where he drank himself to stupor.
There he met Rosy who also came to drink as a result of what Stefan did to her.
Fate had it's way, and something huge happened between them that night...
Huge enough to change everything about their existence.
Who can't wait to find out what the huge something is and how huge it is?
Are you ready to be on a rollercoaster of emotions?
Join this sweet ride to see what life holds for this two and what future dramas will look like.
Trust me, it's a book that'd keep you at the edge of your seat throughout...
Don't miss out.
The Game: Love To The Extreme
Romance The Game
Love To The Extreme
GENRES: College, Heartbreak, rape, Games, deal, sassy, bullies, kidnapping, DNA, Romance, s*x, love making and tears.
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What do you do when you discover that your love life has been nothing but a game? the person you loved so dearly sees you as just his business and nothing more.
Meet Calista Felix, an 18 years old girl who just moved to a Las Vegas with her family. Growing up Calista learned to see her father as both mom and dad, her mother left them when she was just three months old.
Her father had gotten home early that day only to see little Calista crying and another man was banging his wife. Filled with rage, he stormed out of the house. After much talk and pleads Mr. Felix accepted his wife back just for the sake of their daughter.
One month after her siblings Michelle and Micheal were born their mother left again for good, the kids sees their father as their superhero and Calista was forced to take up the Mom's duty since she was the eldest.
She never loved boys, or maybe she just like being alone with the fear that she wonât make a good partner just like her mother, but then he came....
They call him a college Casanova, he f**ks anything that stood on his way including his stepmother and Stepsister, every girl he could get his eyes will have a taste of his c**k except for one who became a challenge.
He's not just a Casanova but a Casanova pro max. A f**k boy and a lover of P**sy.
Who is He?
What happens when he was hired to date Calista?
Will he succeed?
What happened when Calista got tamed?
What happened when she lost her virginity only to discover that she was nothing serious? Just business.
What happened when she learnt that she was just a business?
A book you don't want to miss, it will have you craving for more. I hate you, Jace
Romance đI HĂ
TÂŁ YĂU, JACĂđ
(Youâ˘Knowâ˘Youâ˘Loveâ˘Me)
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PROLOGUE
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By: Naomi Cindy B.
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Jace Braun is the type of guy your parents warned you to stay away from, he's a total psycho who has gotten used to the name.
Ask for 'Wolfie' in Rizz Hostel, then you'd surely find someone who'd point at him smoking at his smoking spot.
He's a student of Finley College in Washington, Sculpture Department, and he's quiet popular in campus.
He stays at Rizz Hostel, the wildest off-campus hostel, and he has slept with almost all the girls.
It's a bonus to him though, cos they shamelessly throw themselves at him. Every girl wants to f**k the almighty Jace.
Despite being from a rich family in England, he sells hard drugs to students just to make money.
Everyone sees him as a jerky mother**ker, but what they don't know is that beneath his outside personality is a dying guy who's in need of someone to tell his story...
A shattered guy who wants nothing but an escape route from his f**ked up life.
Are you interested in knowing what his story is?
And what happens when he met the only person who seems so different from everyone around him, but the person turns out to be his worse enemy.
She hates him madly, but she's madly in love with his best friend.
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Will fate ever bring them together with favorable plot twists?
Or...will she remain his best friend's girl forever?
Will he ever find an escape route from his hidden problems?
Are you in for hot college dramas and suspense that'd make you want more at the end of every chapter?
Hop on this ride and don't miss out!
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL ( 365 days contract )
Romance â A DEAL WITH THE DEVILâ
365 DAYS
CONTRACT â
PROLOGUE
Tags: hatred, revenge, bully, romance, secrets, and betrayal
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A girl of about 19 years old could be seen running away with her friend, from a group of boys who were after them, it gets to a point where her friends couldn't take it anymore cos, he was getting tired
Run Dion, faster, they are getting closer,â she said dragging her feet forward
I canât run any longer am getting tired, my legs hurt,â he replied as he slowed down a little
Try Dion, we are almost close to the market and we will rest once we get there,â she said encouraging him
You have to go without...... she did let him complete whatever he was saying before dragging him out of the place
Her name is Melisa ford, a 19 years old college student who is more stubborn than stubbornness itself, her parents tried making her see that she's a woman and not a man, that she needs to change for the better tomorrow but she always says yes to them and tomorrow she will do the worst
She has a best friend Dion Stone, who happens to be her partner in crime, they have been friends since childhood and they seem inseparable
Oh no, I told you that we shouldn't have done that but you didn't listen now look how we are running like mad people,â Dion cried out as they rushed out of the place followed by the men
Just shut up and follow my lead,â she said and Dion holds his mouth that instant
Yes boss,â he muttered
This way,â she said and run into a place that look more like a fighting ground
Catcher,â one of the guys that were after they said and jumped on her, she tried to break free but his hold on her was very strong
She was still struggling to break free when the guy suddenly drops dead on the floor
Thatâs my boy, I know you will always find a way to help me,â she muttered thinking it was Dion
She arranged her clothes; it was as if the time had stopped as she didn't hear the voice of anyone or anything
Dion, have you suddenly gone mu....... the rest of it was stuck in her mouth when her eyes landed on the person who just saved her life
She wished the ground will just open and swallow her, she instantly regrets not listening to Dion when he asked her not to cause trouble, she wishes those guys had taken them instead of him saving her
He smirked dangerously when he saw the look on her face, he turned around and Dion gasped immediately he saw who it was
THE DEVIL,â he mumbled
Who is heâď¸
What happens when the two BFFs was forced to separateâď¸
What did they do that made those men be after themâď¸
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Madel Cerda I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector.
That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world.
The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancĂŠe. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor.
The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist.
Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared.
"Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb.
Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen.
"Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back."
I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe. While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her
Katie Oettgen As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole.
I begged him for help, my vision blurring.
But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background.
"Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again."
He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm.
I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube.
Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry.
Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled.
"You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up."
He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research.
I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym.
They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive.
They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity.
I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding.
I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it.
Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house.
The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born. Flash Marriage To The Alpha Colonel
Mo Yufei I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today." One Night With My Billionaire Boss
Nathaniel Stone I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn.
Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers.
He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement.
"Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins."
He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes.
I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe.
"Showtime, Mrs. Gardner."
Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down. Broken Ring, Billionaire Secrets: Watch Me Shine
Cornelia I sat on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper sounding like thunder in the sterile room. The doctor didn't even look at me as he confirmed the news: the pregnancy was over. My husband, Keyon, didn't answer my call. He just sent an automated text: "In a meeting."
When I returned to our cold mansion, I found his iPad glowing with a message from his "muse," Katina. He was throwing her a secret gala tonight-on our third wedding anniversary. He told her he couldn't wait to escape the "boring" and "draining" atmosphere I created at home.
Keyon didn't stumble in until 3 AM, smelling of Katina's perfume with a smear of red on his collar. When I handed him the divorce papers, he laughed in my face. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" with no skills and no future, promising I'd be back in three days begging for a subway ticket. He even bet his friends ten thousand dollars that I wouldn't survive a week without his name.
He had his assistant cancel my credit cards and block my gate access before I even reached the end of the driveway. He wanted me to starve. He wanted me to crawl. He sat in his office, mocking the "desperate" woman who pawned her three-million-dollar wedding ring for scrap metal just to pay for a meal.
I stood on the rainy curb, watching the man I had protected for three years treat my life like trash. He didn't know about the ultrasound I just threw in the bin. He didn't know that while he was calling me "dull," I was the one secretly writing the code that kept his billion-dollar empire from collapsing.
As I slid into a cheap Uber, I opened a hidden, encrypted app on my phone. The screen refreshed to a dashboard for an account Keyon didn't know existed. The balance was ten figures long-the accumulated wealth of "Solaris," the world's most elusive tech genius. Keyon thinks he just evicted a parasite, but he's about to find out he just declared war on the only person who can hit "delete" on his entire life. Too Late, Mr. CEO: Watch Me Shine
Nieves GĂłmez Kayla stood outside the CEO suite, holding a custom suit for her fiancĂŠ, Brennon. They had spent seven years building a tech company from a freezing garage into a billion-dollar empire.
But through the cracked door, she heard the breathy laugh of Evelin, the newly hired director. Then came Brennon's low, careless voice.
"The wedding's a PR milestone for the IPO, nothing more."
Kayla's blood turned to ice.
"She's comfortable. Makes sense on paper," Brennon continued. "But you, Evelin. You understand ambition."
The betrayal hit her like a physical blow. She had written the core code that made him a billionaire. She had stayed up until 4 AM debugging while he slept on a futon. Now, he was mocking their relationship to his mistress and handing over her life's work to a woman who couldn't even read a data log.
Seven years of loyalty, reduced to a PR stunt. She didn't cry. Instead, a cold, violent clarity washed over her. Why should she let him keep the crown she forged?
Without a word, she pulled the three-carat diamond off her finger and dropped it into her bag. She walked out of the building, drafted her resignation, and accepted a VP position at his biggest Wall Street rival. It was time to show Brennon what happened when the real genius behind his empire decided to tear it down. The Betrayed Heiress And Her Genius Comeback
I. HAWKINS I skipped my final lab review in Geneva and endured a fourteen-hour flight to surprise my husband for our fourth wedding anniversary.
Instead, looking through the window of our beachfront estate, I saw him playing the perfect, loving father to a "tragic widow's" daughter, kissing the widow with practiced, casual intimacy.
Fleeing in pure panic, I got into a horrific car crash.
Waking up in the VIP hospital room, I kept my eyes shut and heard my husband talking to his best friend right beside my bed.
"She's just a party girl who knows how to swipe a black card. I only play the part because I need her father's proxy vote for the IPO."
"Every time I have to touch her in bed, it feels like a corporate obligation. It makes me sick."
Later, even my own father demanded I step down from my company role and publicly welcome the mistress, just to protect the family's investment in the upcoming ten-billion-dollar IPO.
Four years of marriage and quiet humiliations, all reduced to a calculated lie. They all thought I was just a brainless, hysterical socialite who could be easily manipulated and discarded.
They didn't know that the core anti-aging algorithm his entire empire relied on was secretly built by me.
I calmly pulled out my phone and texted my divorce lawyer.
"I want him bankrupt. On the day his company rings the bell, I am going to burn his entire life to the ground." After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash
Sea Jet Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world.
In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief."
But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius.
Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.