Urban

I was working as a security guard in one of those fancy residential areas when, one day, a property owner handed me 7,000 dollars and asked me to go down to the underground garage to lend a hand. Now, I reckon I didn’t expect what I found there. Inside one of those expensive cars was a woman—a beauty, mind you, with her eyes a little bleary and her cheeks flushed. She was stretching her long, slender legs wide apart, with one hand reaching down... well, you get the idea. It wasn’t exactly what I thought I’d be dealing with when I signed up for this job. The voice on the other end of the phone gave a command, “Take off her tight skirt, let her raise her hips, and have your way with her!"

My pregnant colleague told me to get her a drink. However, she had severe stomach ache after the drink and suffered a miscarriage. In the hospital, she was crying about how I harmed her. Her family members beat me up badly, even extorted 150 thousand dollars in compensation from me. I made a police report and was ready to take legal action against them. However, his mother-in-law pushed me to the middle of the road, and I was crushed to death by being run over by a truck.

As the holiday began, I encountered an exhilarating affair. One day, on a double-decker tour bus, I found myself locked in a passionate moment with a beautiful woman on the upper deck, all while my official girlfriend was napping on the lower level. The woman gently placed her soft hand on my upper body, murmuring sweetly, “See you tonight, love…” And just like that, I was completely captivated.

Keanna woke up not remembering what had happened to her. She woke up living with a man she barely knew, who seemed to know her but was always expecting her to do different things. What’s worse, he calls her by a different name. The weird dreams, tiredness, voices in her head and forgetfulness. Would they be able to adjust to this reality? How will they coincide with each other?

After five years of marriage, my wife’s childhood friend posted a photo of a property deed in his social media circle with the caption, [Thank you, Miss CEO, for transferring the house to me.] I was stunned when I saw the address on the deed—it was my home. Confused, I left a comment. [?] Almost immediately, my wife, Alice, called and scolded me. "He’s a single dad, so pitiful! I only transferred the house to his name to make it easier for his daughter to attend school. It doesn’t affect us living there. How can you be so heartless and lack even a shred of compassion?" In the background, I could hear her childhood friend complaining bitterly. Half an hour later, he posted on social media again and tagged me. This time, he showed off a $150,000 sports car with the caption, [Paid in full! As the saying goes, where a woman spends her money is where her heart lies.] I knew it was my wife who bought him the car to make up for upsetting him. But this time, I’ve made up my mind—I’m filing for divorce.

My parents used the compensation money from my sister's car accident to buy a four-room house, but they only let me stay in the bathroom. My twin brothers, who were not even a year old, each had their own room. When the twins grew up, they got into a car accident. One of them needed a corneal transplant, the other needed a heart. My parents begged me to donate and save them. When I tried to escape, they betrayed me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the time just after my sister's death. I sought justice for my sister and myself, and made my parents pay for what they had done.

She is the princess of her parents. she is an extrovert and introvert, perhaps she is a contradictory person. she is a writer as well as a perfume manufacturer. she is a girl full of longing for life. she wants to be as free as bird and enjoy every moment of her life. She doesn't want any tension in her life. She wanted a peaceful life, but unfortunately, she fell in love with a mafia gang leader, a prince and a billionaire. His laughs make everyone day good. He is an introvert and doesn't believe in love, but in fact, he fell in love the first glance. Their two ways are different, they love each other but the reason he hates himself and he thinks he doesn't deserve her... But unfortunately they married under uncertain circumstance. Are they made for eachother? Will they lead this relationship? Who knows I didn't see it...

“I don't want to be like this anymore!”, Maria shouted hysterically. Maria, a successful businesswoman of her age, broke down in tears because of the unusual feelings she got after she achieved her dream of fame. She got everything---- money, fame, and boosting career but she can't be happy. Her love life fell when she started reaching her dreams. She left George over her career even though she got his full support. George was Maria's first love, a man of dignity, and love and respected Maria on every decision but the only problem was he was contented with his career--- a turn-off for a woman that chased dreams. Dreams without happiness were nothing but only a piece of a show-off for other people. Will Maria feel the happiness she was looking for in the dream she achieved? Or she will stay a successful but unhappy woman in life?

In the is novel you will see how the ultimate betrayal of the ones closest to you can either shape your existence or break your spirit and self resolve.

Christabel Killian is ditched by her boyfriend, Joan, and to kill off the pain of this heartbreak, Christabel goes to the bar and drinks herself to stupor. In her drunk state, she has a one night stand with an unknown man whom she couldn't identify. Later on, Christabel is offered a contract marriage proposal by Andre, who is actually the man she had a one night stand with. The offer is tempting and Christabel accepts. What would happen when Christabel finds out that Andre is the uncle of her ex-boyfriend? With Joan making a decision to split the couple, what would happen here? What would Christabel do when she begins to fall in love with Andre? With more enemies arising, can they survive? Can their relationship stand? Or will it fall?