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BEING LOVED BY GREYSON WAS MY GOAL. Since the very beginning of our marriage, I wanted nothing more than to be the woman in his eyes. But instead... I was the woman in his shadow—watching as he went out with others and lived his own life. So when I realized Greyson never loved me, I decided to return the favor! But, of course, he wanted a second round.

Dawn Swan is an ambitious Omega and takes over her father's delivery service the moment he passes away. She rescues a wealthy businessman from a fire accident and hence he rewards her with a scholarship at Venus Luna Academy. Dawn was glad she was able to move from her cruel uncle's house into the dorm and planned to live a plain and regular lifestyle, but things got more interesting when she got entangled with the captivating Trio of the school. Three popular hot guys that had their eyes on her began to bully and tease her but on her eighteenth birthday, they found out she was their mate and they were determined to keep her to themselves for as long as it takes…… But being with them, made Dawn to realize there was more to her life than she thought. Mysteries lurking and paths only she can unlock.

Triplets girls Jeane, Maria and lindy have to pay their parents debt or pay with their lives. Desperate, they recruited for a deadly sex game anchored by powerful and wealthy triplets Chad, klein and Thane Macmiller. 10 girls, 10 days to pleasure the Triplets boys, in exchange for 1million dollars to one winner. Will jeane and her sisters succeed or is there something unexpected waiting for them in the competition? This book contains strong language, rated 18 scenes and practices that some may consider offensive. PS: This is a short story of less than 50, 000 words and less than 50 chapters.

A month before the SATs, I, Jenny Reid, could see my score. Literally. It was just floating right above my head. But there was a catch. Every time I cracked open a prep book, my score would drop by ten points. But if I skipped a day of school? It jumped right back up by ten. So, I played the system. For a whole month, I barely lifted a finger. And on the day of the test, the number glowing over my head was a solid 1560. When the scores finally dropped online… I'd scored a 500. And the 1560? That was my little sister Patricia's score. My parents lost it. As punishment, they got me a grueling night-shift job at a local electronics factory. That first night, a bunch of guys I'd never seen before cornered me in the parking lot and beat me half to death. Fading in and out of consciousness, I heard my sister's voice right by my ear. "You just had to one-up me, didn't you? Thought you were so smart… but you never figured out I was the one controlling that number over your head." The truth hit me like a physical blow. The score had been her trick all along. I opened my eyes—and I was back. One month before the SATs. The number above my head read exactly 1300. "Hey," my sister said, all fake sweetness. "Want to study together tonight? We can go over the practice tests." I looked at the stack of papers in my own hands. Without a word, I pulled out my lighter and set them on fire right there in the driveway. "Exams are coming," I said, watching the flames. "I'm not studying." My score ticked up to 1310. My sister's face was this perfect mask of disappointment, but the second I turned away, I caught the sly smile she couldn't quite hide. She had no idea… the real performance, the one I'd been rehearsing just for her, was finally about to begin.

From New York to Rome, Istanbul, Cairo, Iceland, and beyond, Adrian races against an invisible enemy that has protected the truth for over five hundred years. But as the final cipher draws closer, he realizes the greatest danger isn't unlocking the secret... it's surviving it.

I'm the type who has the urge to overshare my life with him. It can be anything, be it the flowers blooming by the side of the road, the unpleasant coffee I end up having, or the sunset I've seen when I'm on my way home from work. Heck, when I think of Edwin Howell all of a sudden, I can't resist texting him at all. His replies are always short and perfunctory, though I suppose they count as a form of response from him. Hence, over the past six months, I've relied on these cold-sounding yet present replies to give me enough strength to deal with the engagement party, go wedding gown shopping, and choose the wedding venue all by myself. Somehow, I've managed to hang in there till the week before the wedding. But five days before the wedding, I discover an AI program that's installed within Edwin's computer. It can categorize every single sentence that I've sent to Edwin and extract the keywords. Then, it'll draft the most perfunctory responses that will never go wrong. If I miss Edwin, the AI will reply, "Mm-hmm." If I feel aggrieved, the AI will reply, "Got it." When I try to vent my frustrations to Edwin, the AI will reply, "Don't make such a big deal out of it." It turns out that Edwin isn't the one who has been responding to my need to overshare. The thing is, he has been texting another woman nonstop in another private chat. They talk about anything and everything under the sun, from exchanging simple good mornings and good nights to asking, "What are you having for lunch today?" and "Do you wanna go to the beach someday?" Finally, I realize that Edwin isn't the silent type who keeps his love in. If anything, he's the flashy type who will proclaim his love anywhere, anytime. It's just that… his love has never been mine to have. As for me, I've finally made up my mind to stop spending my life waiting for a response that will never come.