Enf Stolen Clothes

Born Lady Viktoria, I am the daughter of the playboy prince Victor of house Ezorona. My father is second in line to the throne after his brother, but since I was born a dhampir, I will never be a part of their royal world. I am a half-blood. Half-vampire, half-human with no real power in our kingdom. That is until I am kidnapped by the werewolf Alpha Fynn, the saints intervene and my entire world is turned upside down.

On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT "You have ten seconds to get lost before I do the world a favor and pull the trigger," Valerie warned as she cocked her gun which was pointed at Andre. He smiled, "I will leave, Val, but only on one condition; return my stolen heart." Andre, the son of Ace and Ava, and leader of the Black Scorpions Mafia gets the shock of his life when his best friend Drew and his most trusted underlings turn on him. Andre escapes with a gunshot wound and kidnaps the first doctor he sees, promising to set her free after she saves his life. Valerie's lifelong dream has always been to work in 'Best Diagnostics Hospital' as a surgeon but right after she gets the opportunity to fulfill her dreams, she is kidnapped and trapped in a safe house with the rude, insensitive, and infamous Andre Scorpion, but Valerie is hot-blooded and will push Andre's buttons more than he can tolerate. What happens when sparks begin to fly and it becomes impossible for Andre and Valerie to keep their hands off of each other? Book I: ABDUCTED Book 2: STOLEN HEART EACH BOOK CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE

Sometimes we are just in love with the thought of falling in love. But how true is it that the best love stories happen to those who patiently wait? Allessandra Taylor believes that Chadrick Williams is her knight since age 6. But what will happen if that Knight is the cause of all her pain? Will she endure or let go? Her world crumbled. She was crushed into pieces. Does it mean she’s not good enough? He broke her heart and only he can mend it. How would she get over someone she thought was “the one”? And how will she move on if her Knight became another woman's Lover?

Having the same faces, Laura and Olivia made a decision to exchange places wherein Olivia becomes Laura who is an ordinary girl, and Laura becomes Olivia, the sole heir of the Reign Industries. As Olivia pursues the life she dreams as a common girl, Laura also pursues the fairytale-like life she had always wanted - or so she thought. At the Reign household, she encounters inconceivable events which will surely change her life forever. And in the middle of those events, she meets and falls in love with the cold-hearted Duke who is the real Olivia's fiancé.

On the day I rejected Isabelle Hale, Wall Street's newest golden girl, everyone thought I had lost my mind. She had everything: a Wharton degree, a national finance championship, a perfect family name, and a résumé polished enough to make doors open before she even knocked. But I knew what was hiding behind that name. Fifty years ago, her grandfather stole my grandmother's acceptance letter, her New York scholarship, and the future she had earned with her own hands. He used them to escape an Appalachian coal town with another woman, then built himself into a celebrated Ivy League professor who lectured rich students about ethics. My real grandmother, Grace Walker, was left behind in coal dust and shame. My mother grew up carrying the weight of that stolen life. They lifted me out anyway. I made it all the way to Manhattan, to a glass conference room at Northbridge Capital, where Isabelle sat across from me in a black suit tailored like victory. She thought her family name would protect her. She thought I would bow. Instead, I closed her file and said, "You didn't pass." By the next morning, they had fired me, dragged my name through the mud, and turned a press conference into my public trial. They forgot one thing. I didn't climb to the top of Wall Street to beg for a seat at their table. I came to take back every name, every chance, and every voice they stole from women like us.