Assistant Mayor Zootopia Novels & Stories

Sophia gave three years of her life to a man who ruined her without even looking up from his phone. Married into the powerful Vale family, she thought loyalty would protect her. She was dead wrong. Caught in her own bed with his assistant, Marcus Vale offered eviction instead of an apology. Because that's exactly what trash like him does. Thrown out into a rainstorm with an empty bank account, the family she served left her for dead. But Dominic Black, Marcus's most dangerous rival, offered a deal: become a Black. The sister they never had. Use their name, their wealth, and their power to burn the Vale legacy to the ground. It's the perfect plan for revenge. Until she meets Damien. Damien Black is the youngest, the wildest, and the most broken. He doesn't want a sister. He wants to break her and then mold her into what he wants. She doesn't know it yet....but she's his salvation. And he doesn't care, because Damien always gets what he wants. Sophia is the new sun his sanity orbits.

Isla Harlow was the maid’s daughter who dared to love the Blackthorne heir. Dare promised her forever—then disappeared without a trace. Six years later, Isla is desperate, jobless, and on the verge of accepting a proposal from Dare’s cousin, Julian—the man who swore Dare never loved her. But Dare Blackthorne is back. Colder, more powerful, and dangerously convinced that Isla betrayed him. Now the ruthless CEO of the Blackthorne Group, Dare forces Isla into the role of his personal assistant, determined to make her pay for the heart she supposedly shattered. Until the truth unravels: What begins as revenge quickly twists into raw obsession. To protect Isla from his venomous family—and to keep her permanently in his world—Dare offers her a dangerous deal: A chance to rise above her past. All she has to do is pretend to love the man who once destroyed her. But Julian refuses to lose. Now caught between two Blackthorne men and a lifetime of lies, Isla must decide: Stay with the boy who broke her heart… or become the woman powerful enough to break them all.

“You cannot love me, Enora. I had told you that you couldn’t.” His brown eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, he yanked his hand away from mine and took a step backward, ruffling his brunette hair, he cursed. I love this man. “You cannot love me, I am your best friend’s father.” “But I can fuck my best friend’s father?” My voice cracked in disbelief, is this what my life is now? I had tears in my eyes, it’s always been like this since I met him, yet I love him. ~~ It was summer break and Enora had just gotten the job of filling in for the personal assistant of Mr Wright , her best friend's father. It was a thirty-day business trip that started with a kiss, then sex, and then love. Enora couldn’t help but fall head over heels for her best friend's father, he’s the first man to ever treat her like a princess, but Nathan has other intentions which didn’t include loving her.

When Eric Sutton—my charming CEO husband—found out I handed a million-dollar project to his assistant Vivien Cheney, he figured his three months of radio silence had finally broken me. Suddenly, he's all, "Let's go to Iceland for our honeymoon!" Vivien heard and threw a fit. Threatened to quit. Classic. Eric, who treated her like royalty, freaked out. After three days of begging, he bailed on the trip—said it was for "work"—then handed her my ticket. Later, he shrugged it off. "Romance's petty. Work comes first. You're my wife. You get it, right?" Right. I just stared at Vivien's new post: a couples selfie—cheek to cheek, hands shaped like a heart. I didn't say a word. Just nodded. Eric thought I was finally playing the role: calm, supportive, mature. Promised an even better honeymoon when he got back. Too bad I'd already quit. Too bad he'd already signed the divorce papers. We were done.

On our sixth wedding anniversary, I felt a seam split open in my skull. Not from pain, but from truth. “Ethan, that new assistant… how does she taste?” Marcus’s thought, slick as oil. Ethan's reply slithered through my veins: "Young. Tender. Like summer berries." His lips shaped a lie. His hand shielded me from the crowd, even as his fingers pressed a blood-red cocktail into my palm. "Don't let Lena find out,"he thought, the words clear as speech. "I’d in a big trouble." Laughter swirled. Champagne clinked.their mind. Nobody knew I could hear every thought ,the ability to read minds awakened in me last night. . Nobody knew I had already known about his betrayal long ago. There were no tears, no screams I just replied “yes” to Professor Johnson’s encrypted call-the path I should have chosen six years ago. In three days, I would vanish. Not running from him. Running back to who I was at twenty—the rising star of virus research.

For eight years, I was the ghost in Lorenzo Valenti's empire. By day, I was his executive assistant, the engine of his criminal enterprise. By night, I was the most submissive bird in his gilded cage, and the nameless body in his bed. I loved him with a devotion that bordered on madness, a foolish flame I'd nurtured since I was a scholarship student pulled into his orbit. I believed my quiet love could one day melt the ice around his heart. I was wrong. The day his unforgettable first love, Isabella, returned, the man I knew vanished. The rare smiles once reserved for me were now all for her. My presence by his side was erased, replaced by hers. Even when she framed me, he believed her without hesitation. He chose her, again and again. I submitted my resignation. He signed it without looking. He thought I'd crawl back, broken and begging. He was wrong. While he was busy playing house with his "cuore mio", I was quietly packing away my life, preparing to vanish from his world forever.

She barged into the wrong elevator and changed his whole life. Keegan Blackwood is the reclusive billionaire no one dares to approach. They call him cold, ruthless, untouchable, but the truth is far darker, he is deadly allergic to human touch as one brush of skin against his can send him into excruciating pain. Until Nara Quinn. The bold, fiery beauty who refused to fear him and the only woman whose touch doesn’t destroy him. Now she’s his new assistant and the only person who can get close without breaking him. But time is running out, because a clause in his parents’ will demands he marries before turning thirty, or he loses his entire empire. Everyone expects him to marry the elegant Isabella Langford. Instead, the untouchable billionaire makes a dangerous offer to Nara Quinn: A contract marriage. One year. Her rules. His control. She gets everything she could ever want. He gets the only woman he can touch. But in a game of power, obsession, and forbidden desire… some contracts are impossible to walk away from.

Three years ago, Amelia Stone vanished after her father’s sudden death. She is left heartbroken, pregnant, and convinced billionaire Xade Cross betrayed them both. Now, she’s back in London, living under a false name and identity, working as a maid in Xade’s mansion. Her plan is simple: uncover the truth about her father’s stolen invention, protect her secret son, and disappear again before anyone finds out who she is. But fate has other plans. When Xade’s car crashes outside his estate one stormy night, Amelia is forced to save the man she swore she'd never show sympathy for. Injured and intrigued, Xade demands she stay close, as his personal assistant during his recovery. Soon, their past bleeds into the present. Feelings bloom against their will and lines begin to blur. Secrets begin to sprout and everything becomes jumbled up and more confusing than Amelia expected. Amelia is convinced she holds no feelings towards him except hatred. But does love ever truly die?

As I sipped the water which HIS mother offered me.... I heard HIS voice. My heart skipped a beat. My mouth popped open and eyes went wide. He was standing right in front of me. Tall, handsome, his eyes met mine.... I forgot how to breathe. It was him. It was ARMAAN MALIK my one true love..... "Who's this girl Mom?" Mrs.Malik looked at me and then at him. "She's your fan." ***** Ayesha is your ordinary fangirl ....um.... not soo ordinary actually. Let's call her a crazy maniac. She just gets fits whenever she even hears Armaan Malik sing. He's her everything. All she does is think about him.... Even soo she studied hard and became a Chartered accountant just so that 1 day she could meet him and atleast work with him. But....is it that easy? Yep.... She met him and became his assistant manager...but the story won't be interesting with just work. How about a brew of romance and a spice of humour? I wonder how it might turn out.....

When my husband, Robert Bowen, takes his assistant, Bianca Strickland, to a prenatal checkup, I'm being kissed by his 18-year-old version in a corner. "You're already 30 years old, yet why do you smell so nice and taste so kissable? I love you so much, honey! "By the way, where did my 30-year-old self go? Why didn't he come pick you up after work?" I push the 18-year-old Robert away helplessly, only to meet the icy gaze of his 30-year-old self from afar. "You already have a young side piece, and yet you still can't bear to get a divorce from me? Don't make me look down on you, Kaitlyn Hudson." As I watch Robert leaving the hospital with his arm around Bianca, his 18-year-old self begins throwing a temper tantrum in my arms. "That idiot! How dare he speak to my wife in such an arrogant manner! I might as well commit suicide right now so that he'll disappear from this world permanently!"