Developing The Leader Within You 2.0

Varun, an 18-year-old introvert steps into college to fulfill his dreams with the hope of finding himself and making new memories. But his whole life turns upside down when he meets her, she who makes him a completely different person, she who brings out the best in him, she who treats him like he deserves to be. But does she love him?

She had gotten used to being alone, being hidden from the world, but then he came out of nowhere and nothing was the same anymore. He was the first, to let his gaze linger on her, longer than necessary. She tried to ignore him, as much as possible, but he seemed to be everywhere, she was, making it hard, For her. He claimed her as his Partnef in Crime, before she could utter the word, ' no.'

A series of short letters between a teenage girl and boy. I just really hope you all enjoy reading this book.

The operation had just gone dark when the chatter started in the comms. “Easy, Zane. Don’t burn through another mattress.” A low laugh came through the headset. Relaxed. Careless. “I’ve been deployed for six months. I needed the release. And don’t let my wife hear that.” More laughter. “Right. Take care of the little mistress first, then call home and play devoted husband?” My phone rang. His voice when I answered was warm. Intimate. Soft in a way it never was on the field. He said he missed me. Said he counted the days until he could come home. I watched the live drone feed while he said it. What he didn’t know was that three months ago, I had quietly transferred into the family’s Strategic Intelligence division. Every operation his crew ran, I was the one behind the monitors—tracking shipments, rerouting safehouses, intercepting rival signals, listening to every word spoken over secured lines. The first night he slept with her, I logged the timestamp. 00:43 hours. When the call ended, I dialed another number—encrypted, family internal. “I’ll accept your offer,” I said calmly. “After this job, I’m stepping away.” The voice on the other end was steady. Controlled. Powerful. “You’ll leave after the Palermo Capture,” he replied. “I’ll personally see to your relocation.” A pause. “Three days.”

Hujan, sekelompok air yang turun ramai-ramai menyerbu bumi. Meskipun air menyejukkan, tapi tak selalu hujan bermakna baik bagi setiap insan. Ada kalanya air hujan membuat lukanya semakin terasa perih. Namun, kau tidak mengetahui apa yang hujan sedang lakukan untukmu. Bisa jadi hadirnya hujan sedang bermaksud menyembuhkan lukamu. Makna ini berlaku bagi dua insan yang terjerat oleh masa lalu. Bagi Amberley dan Rainer yang secara sengaja melupakan masa lalu mereka. Tujuh tahun kemudian mereka kembali dipertemukan oleh takdir. Akankah mereka mengingat masa lalu itu lagi? Atau terus melanjutkan kehidupan?

For Jonina Samuels, it had always been a hard knock life. Between having an evil step mother and equally evil step siblings, she had lost hope in ever having a good or remotely peaceful life and she had braced herself to take whatever life threw at her.  Nothing really rattled her as she grew older, so when Prince Leonidas Sebastiani met her and tried to offer his friendship, it was like he had collided with a solid brick wall. How will he get her to come to the realization that she's not broken or unworthy of being loved properly?

Ever wonder how one of the best days of your life turns into a lifelong nightmare? Two people, two different worlds yet bound by the same emotion, "HATE." Marriage is supposed to be an eternal bond filled with love and happiness. This was far from the truth for Asmaira and Amaan. Two broken souls entangle in the game of destiny, which ends their dream of everlasting love. For one, it was a journey of redemption, and for another, it was to seek vengeance. Amaan was forced to marry Asmaira, who knew how much he hated her, yet, she agreed to the marriage, knowing well the thorny path coming her way. What is the past that connects both Asmara and Amaan, and why do they hate each other so much without meeting each other? "Please......." was the only word she could say while trying to get out of his grip. "Please let me go," she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands. "Why are you scared, baby? I know I was wrong to not accept you as my wife, but now I want to correct my mistake. Let's start once again our marriage. How about I gift you something to celebrate?" He said near her ear, emphasizing the word 'gift.' Sensing her fright, he grabs her waist while using the other to stroke her cheek, "how about giving you a baby tonight?" Asmaira gaped. "I know it is your first time, and.." he trailed, hitching Asmaira's breath, "I would make sure you would never forget it."

“Are you sure about this, Kabir?” Ayaan asked. “Yes.” “Dad won’t be happy if he gets a hint of what you are doing,” he said again. “He won’t be happy with me anyway,” Kabir said, taking a long drag of his cigarette before crushing it under his shoes. His emerald orbs were burning with a rage that could destroy the world. “And it was supposed to be him instead of me doing what was correct,” he said, looking out of the window. “What if you are wrong?” Ayaan asked. The moment Kabir turned around and looked directly into him, Ayaan straightened his back and said, “Her details are there in the file.” “What about other arrangements?” Kabir asked while glancing at the file. “Ready.” “Good,” Kabir said, opening the file and looking at a girl’s picture, “we will meet soon, Ziniya."

What happens when you find yourself addicted to your professor, willing to do whatever it takes to do just have her, not caring she is married, but then she turns out to be your aunt, meaning it's a taboo. Can you fight it or you are just going to give in?

Before the contract was even signed, the client's representative casually said he was craving pancakes with maple syrup. I didn't hesitate. I texted my fiancé, Nigel Cross, and asked him to stand in line and grab some. He came back with the box, all proud of himself. The client took one bite, and within seconds, his face went red. Hives bloomed across his neck. He shot to his feet, furious, and called the whole deal off on the spot. Then he turned around and handed the million-dollar order to Olivia Field, the intern who had rushed to grab him allergy meds. Three months of grinding work were gone just like that. I stood there, my throat tight, trying not to fall apart. Nigel squeezed my shoulder, his voice soft as he said, "It was just bad luck. Don't beat yourself up." I nodded weakly, drained of energy. But the second I stepped away, I heard him laughing in the break room with his friend. "That guy's seriously allergic to mango. Good thing I added mango syrup to the pancakes. Olivia's about to score a huge year-end bonus. Enough for a down payment on her new apartment." His friend hesitated. "Melissa hasn't slept in a month over that deal. She was working while she was sick. She needed that money for her mom's surgery—" Nigel waved him off, already annoyed. "She has me. Isn't that enough? Olivia earned this." My hands curled into fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. Bad luck? Yeah, right. Nigel had planned every second of it. And now, he thought he could smooth it over by marrying me someday, toss me a few cheap words, and I would just swallow it. I was done with that disgusting man.