Gone Girl

Grant, the heir to the Bennett family, had been my protector for over a decade. He taught me how to fire my first shot and saved me from every attempt on my life. After someone slipped drugs into Grant's drink at the family gathering, he stumbled into my room, and his icy control shattered. His hands found my waist as he pulled me close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered my name. A single night of drugged passion left me pregnant with his child. When my twin sister, Claire, found out, she left a note and disappeared, heartbroken. After that, I was cast as the cold-hearted villain who drove her own sister away. Grant personally forced the contraceptive potion down my throat and exiled me to the lawless territories beyond our family's control. To make me atone, he abandoned me to fend for myself in that desolate land. I was eventually killed in the crossfire of a mob war. As I lay dying, my mind was flooded with memories of Grant. The troublemaker he always called me was finally gone. He must have been relieved. When I next opened my eyes, I had returned to the morning after that disastrous night. This time, without hesitation, I drank the contraceptive potion myself.

At a company party, Taylor Kennedy plays a game of mouth-to-mouth cookie biting with his female assistant as everyone watches. I blend into the crowd and laugh along. The room instantly falls silent. The assistant bursts into tears and plays the victim. Taylor lets go of her, turns to me, and coldly scolds me in front of the entire company. He berates me for not knowing how to read the room and being a buzzkill. Then, without hesitation, he wraps his arm around the assistant and kisses her deeply as I watch. If this were before, I would've stormed over in a rage and ripped them apart. Then, I would've humiliated her in front of everyone, not caring whose pride I trampled. But now, I feel nothing. Not even as I watch them kiss. Not even though today marks my ten-year anniversary with Taylor.

When Hayley Winters meets an elderly woman on the beach, she has no idea the turn her life is about to take. The elderly woman turns out to be Helen Dominic, grandmother of billionaire Xander Dominic, one of the most gorgeous, sought after bachelors around. Having just found out she is unwell, Grandma Helen decides its time her playboy grandson settled down. Preferably with someone that would care for him more than his money. Hayley is her choice. Sparks fly between Hayley and Xander from the second they meet and a marriage of convenience soon turns into something more special than either of them could have envisioned. However external forces like ex's, backstabbing friends and personal insecurities all work together to try and cause a rift between the happy couple. With the odds stacked against them from the start, will their blossoming love and a grandmothers well wishes be enough to keep them together when the contract ends or will they give in to the forces working against them?

I'm the so-called 'Lady of Glory'—yeah, that girl from the Archbishop's prophecy. They said I'd bring endless glory to whatever Family I married into. But at our engagement party, my fiancé—Marco Falcone—swaggered onstage holding hands with his pregnant stripper girlfriend. Then he grabbed my wrist, dragged me forward, and made me kiss her hand. "Lola's the only woman I'll ever call my wife," he said with a smug little grin. "If you still want this marriage, your De Luca money better support her and the baby." I slapped him. Ripped the contract in half. Let it snow confetti. "Please. I can marry someone a hundred times better." Right when I was about to torch the entire Falcone Family, someone stepped out of the shadows. Marco's older brother, Dante Falcone. The one who'd been injured, underestimated, and pushed aside. He locked eyes with me, totally unfazed. "Signorina De Luca, do your words still stand?"

Alexis Diaz is a sales representative who attends a conference at a hotel in a remote area. While attending a reception, she meets a mysterious and charming billionaire named Max, who is a werewolf. They are both attracted to each other and share a passionate one-night stand. The next morning, Alexis leaves without saying goodbye, feeling overwhelmed by her emotions. Max realizes Alexis could be his mate, as he was drunk and doesn’tremember whether or not he marked her. The details of the night are fuzzy except he realizes his drink might have been laced by an aphrodisiac for mates. He only remembers her honey/ginger hair Alexis goes through some roughening emotions/changes(heat intolerance/heightened sex drive including sex dreams about the mysterious stranger) but eventually gets used to it, she also gets a new scar in the place she thought she had a hickey that refuses to go. A month or two later, Alexis is sent to pitch her company's product to Max's business. When Max sees her again, he realizes that he can't forget about her and feels drawn to her, she feels the mark on her neck burning as she feels and undeniable sexual tension between them. During the meeting, Max and Alexis try to maintain a professional demeanor as they are with others but the chemistry between them explodes the moment they are alone. Alexis runs away again. Max searches for her and finds her this time around at her workplace where he realizes he can hear two heartbeats. What happens when Alexis decide to runaway? How would Alexis handle the truth of her existence? How would Max save his pack without losing the most important part of his life, Alexis and their baby? Find out in this intriguing story, Alpha's girl.

"Lo tau apa arti nama gue?" cowok sedingin es di antartika itu menjatuhkan tatapannya pada cewek semanis gula di hadapannya, menunggu jawaban dari pertanyaannya tadi. "Pemimpin. Iya kan? Aku pernah baca itu." jawab Darla dengan suaranya yang berhasil membuat jantung Dean berdesir. "Iya. Dan gue harap, gue bisa jadi pemimpin di kehidupan masa depan lo. Atau, sebut aja gue pengen jadi suami lo nanti." Dean menjeda ucapannya, sebelum melanjutkan, "Gue, Dean Alston Gevariel bersumpah bakal jadi suami dari Darla Cherris Alexavier." Dan sejak saat itu, kehidupan Darla tidak sama lagi. Dean selalu mengisi hidupnya dengan tingkah tak terduganya.

Catherine or Cat was a normal girl in her high school. Was. Because the day she met Alex, her life changed. He was the bad boy of the school and she was a nerd. They were different, yet they wanted the same- each other. But what will happen when her ex come back? What will happen when Alex... he will not be able to bear this anymore? Will the good girl still be with the bad boy? Will he even accept her? Will their love blossom?

"You think I chose this?" he growled, voice low and rough against her ear. "I was sent to destroy you, Aurelia. But I marked you instead. You're mine now—and there's no undoing that." Aurelia's world shattered the day her mother and brother died. Moving to a new city was supposed to be a fresh start, but it only led her into the arms of a monster. Abaddon Black is cruel, untouchable, and devastatingly magnetic. Everyone fears him. No one dares cross him. And somehow, he's chosen her. What begins as blackmail becomes something darker, something that feels a lot like obsession. She hates him. She wants him. And when he finally saves her from a nightmare she never saw coming, she learns the truth: he was never just a boy. He’s a vampire—ancient, powerful, and bound to her by blood. She is his mate! Worse, her own father betrayed her to the very creatures who killed her family. Now, trapped between a dark love and a twisted legacy, Aurelia must face who she truly is and what it means to be Abaddon’s girl.

Tyler and Dakota have been best friends since either can remember, even with a 2 year gap in their age. But what happens when Ty leaves and joins the military, and leaves Kota behind? Something he promised he would never do? Will it wreck their friendship for good, will they be able to repair it? When Ty comes back, Kota is in a terrible situation. Will Ty be able to protect her? © 2013 Kenzie Elaine (Wattys13)

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."