Gojo Usb Novels & Stories

Caraline Emilia Wattson made the craziest decision of her life when she asked a disabled man named Jacob Aberald to marry herself on their first meeting. Even though it sounds crazy, Jacob Aberald, or Deric—his nickname—agreed to marry Caraline on the condition that Caraline would help the company owned by his three brothers survive bankruptcy. When Caraline agreed to the terms, the next day Caraline and Deric got married and started a new life as husband and wife. What is the true purpose of Caraline? Why did she marry a disabled man like Deric if there was a perfect man named Diego who loved her? "Do you love an imperfect man like me?" -Jacob Aberald "Yes, I love an imperfect man like you with my perfect love." Caraline Emilia Wattson

“How? Why? And who the hell is this other woman? Come on Philip. Really? A threesome? And you involve my best friend?” Aliya Van Alen had sacrificed her life as the Van Alen heiress for the man she thought loved her, only to discover his devastating betrayal after molding him into the polished man he became. Determined to take revenge against Philip, Aliya faces a new challenge. To inherit the entire Van Alen fortune, she must marry within two days. She is tasked to find a worthy man in record time or tie the knot with the ruthless and enigmatic Liam De Luca in order to save her undeserving family from debt. Will Aliya walk away from her family and the wealth that defines her, or risk it all to marry a mysterious man that could either save or destroy her?

When his father fires him with a threat to disinherit him if he doesn't marry the woman he has picked for him, Alexander Taylor makes a proposition to his personal assistant, Dennis Peteson to be his contract husband for a duration of one year after which Dennis would be paid $500 million dollars and they'd go their separate ways. The terms are simple and neither of them is gay so after one year they should be ready to go their separate ways. Or so they thought… However their path to a happy ending is laced by betrayal, scheming, conspiracy and all sorts of conflicts. Are they ready to fight together or will they go their separate ways when the one year mark is done?

My husband, Malcolm Thorpe, has low sperm motility. After 33 rounds of IVF, I finally got pregnant. On delivery day, I start hemorrhaging, and the medical team calls for an emergency C-section. Malcolm signs the consent form, then rushes straight back to his childhood sweetheart's birthday party. But instead of starting the C-section, the surgeon says, "Ms. Jacobson, the electronic medical record lists you as single. This consent form isn't valid." I stop breathing for a beat. The happy marriage I believe in turns out to be a sham. Later, Mom and Dad rush in and sign the consent for me. But by then, the baby is gone. The asphyxia lasted too long. After surgery, I scrawl my name on the cremation consent with shaking hands, then dial a number without thinking. "Samuel, are you free now? Meet me in front of City Hall."

I lost my dear son, Henry, to a traffic accident. He had been on his way to one of his part-time jobs. Despite working a lot, my son was still a top scorer on the SATs. “Mom, I don’t want treatment,” he begged with his last breath. “I just want Dad.” In my despair, I called Matthew Foster, my husband, more than one hundred times, but he never answered. We had been married for eighteen years, but one day, he spent all of our savings in order to pay for the treatment of his deceased comrade’s son. That got us into a debt worth one million dollars. To help him pay for it, both Henry I and worked hard to earn money. My son went as far as working five part-time jobs a day! That accident cracked his head open and tore his stomach. He was in urgent need of money for treatment. Since Matthew was not responding, I had to leave Henry’s side to rush to his workplace, where I ended up hearing that he was throwing a party for someone else’s son because he had gotten into a prestigious school. “Mr. Foster gave Zack a seaside mansion, a luxury car, and a limitless black card in hopes that he will succeed in his future studies and have a smooth and healthy life.” As I watched my “poor” husband hug his comrade’s widow and son, I called him for the 101st time. “Henry wants to see you one last time.” “I’m busy right now, Wendy. Be good with Henry and wait a little while longer.” When Matthew hung up impatiently, I put down my phone in silence. I whispered, “Matthew, Henry can no longer wait for you.” At that moment, I decided that I was not going to wait for him anymore either.

My husband, Hank, is dead.  On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash.  My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance.  My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house.  Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer.  Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!”  She threw a family photo in my face.  The shock and anger were more than I could handle, and I breathed my last.  It turned out that Hank was never dead. He had a child with his old flame.  When I opened my eyes once more, I returned to the day my husband faked his death.

WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR HUSBAND AND HIS BEST FRIEND ACCIDENTALLY SWAP SOULS AND TO SWAP THEM BACK YOU HAVE TO BE MARKED BY BOTH OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME OR JUST PICK ONE? Do you go to the man with your husband's face, his familiar hands, his familiar voice — knowing it's his best friend's soul looking back at you through his eyes? Or do you go to the man with his best friend's body, every tattoo, every scar, every inch of him you were never supposed to want — knowing your husband's heart is beating inside that chest? Maya Sinclair has exactly forty days to figure it out before the curse makes the swap permanent. The problem is she's been in love with both of them for longer than she's willing to admit. And the bigger problem? They're starting to figure that out. Two men. Two bodies. One woman. She has thirty days to break the curse. And she has two men in the wrong bodies, with every reason to hate each other — who are both, somehow, choosing her and even choosing each other. Some curses aren't punishments. Some curses are the only way the universe could think to tell you the truth. And that one choice could change three lives. What choice would Maya make? THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES,POSSESSIVE ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION AND BETRAYAL, READER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. SPICY CHAPTERS WOULD BE INDICATED WITH THIS SYMBOL ~~~. ENJOY!!

Ladies dream about getting married to the man of their dreams. They feel it completes them, and they'd live a happy and contented life when they do that. But what they never think about is what would become of them if the man didn't love them back. Annabelle Davis was one of these women. She had married Ethan, the love of her life. Her life crumbled when her daughter died, and Ethan divorced her immediately, leaving her to bear the burden of the loss alone. He then got engaged to his ex-girlfriend two weeks after the divorce. However, years later, he comes back and tries earnestly to gain her forgiveness and have her back. Would she forgive him for the hurt he caused her, or would she keep making him pay for treating her like she was less of a human?

I am someone you wouldn't pray showed up in your nightmares… I am no devil incarnate. I am the devil itself.I do not hunger for women, but just one became a reason for my starvation. I would exploit her meekness. I would make her beg to be mine.When I claim her, it won't be kind.It will be savage. Raw. She would fall on her knees, but it wouldn't be a reason to pray. When she parts her lips, not even a worship to the Moon Goddess would be heard, because those lips that bring me to sin would only call my name and worship my body.She was something forbidden. She was never meant to be mine. She is my father's new little wife. But I am ready to break the rules of the Bratva and the Nightshade Pack. I would spill my father's blood like paint on a canvas.

After dying betrayed and heartbroken, Sydney Carter wakes up on the very day her downfall began. This time, she’s not the naive wife desperate for love—she’s a woman on a mission. Her husband wants to adopt the child he secretly fathered with his mistress? Fine. She’ll give him everything… just long enough to take it all back. As Sydney reclaims her power and dismantles the life built on lies, she never expects to stumble into a love that’s real. Sydney is ready to return her husband—to his mistress—and finally choose herself.