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“We are divorced, Adams.” She sighed and wanted to walk away, but he held her. “It doesn't matter.” He answered, his voice laced with determination. “I don't love you anymore.” “That doesn't matter either. What matters is that I want you, and there's nothing you or anyone can do about it.” ***** Alicia's life has been a series of ups and downs. She suffered abuse from her husband and his family because she couldn't give him a child. She thought she had seen it all, but not until the day she returned home only to receive a letter of divorce from her husband. She pleaded but was met with deaf ears, and so she signed the documents and left. Little did anyone know that she was pregnant. She returned six years later with her baby girl only to find her Ex-husband craving her once more. How will she take this, and what other surprises does fate have in stock for her?

I rolled my eyes. "Listen, Mich. Just hand over my documents and tell me I'm not qualified. I'd totally understand and gladly find my way." “MIS-TER MICH." I rolled my eyes again. Whatever. "I want to hear you say it. Mister Mich.” I scoffed. “Is that on the job description?” He dropped my papers with a knowing nod and fixed a long hard stare on me. I held his gaze too. “Congratulations, Bonita Helmes. You got the job." He suddenly muttered dryly. Bonnie Helmes, desperately in need of a job, gets the role of a personal assistant to the CEO of La Monte Luxuries, Michael Monte, who happens to be her high school bully. Being offered a mouth-watering salary, she can't turn it down. Unfortunately for her, Mich is so determined to show her who's the boss. In the course of their rivalry, would love find its way in or not? Or would Mich's business secret be the beginning of his downfall?

"Find that woman and kill her immediately! Don't let the FBI get her first!" Arash Dilaver became a target of the Turkish FBI after information about his organisation's crimes was leaked. One of these crimes was the murder of the mayoral candidate of Izmir, Turkey—Ekram Aldof. On the other hand, Arash is also aggressively searching for the nephew of the mayor he is going to kill, because rumours say that the nephew, named Shahnas, holds documents about his organisation. Worried that they will fall into the hands of the FBI, Arash does not sit idly by and continues to search for the woman based on the last photo taken when she came to the parliament building and demanded her inheritance rights from her uncle. In the midst of his search, Arash accidentally meets a veiled woman he knows as Mazaya. The woman, who is skilled in martial arts, helped him and seemed very mysterious, and one of them was reluctant to meet strangers. This made Arash curious, and he tried to approach Mazaya while searching for Shahnas. *** Can Arash find Shahnaz? And also get close to Mazaya, the mysterious woman?

The first thing my fiance's childhood sweetheart—Eve Hodgson—does after returning from abroad is make me sign a bet. It states that if my fiance—Holden Lane—chooses her over me nine times, I'll have to step aside willingly and let her have him. I agree. On the ninth time, she calls him in tears. "If you don't marry me, Holden, I'll be forced to marry that notorious Croft heir from Jedburgh!" He ends the call in a frenzy and leaves me behind yet again. With his identification documents in hand, he rushes to marry her right away. They announce their marriage to the world on the same day. Elites of Jedburgh strain their necks, eager to see me and the Crofts humiliated. That's when Ryland Croft comes to me, smirking with that careless arrogance of his. "Since your fiance stole my bride, it seems only fair that you pay the debt. So, how about you marry me instead?" I nod and say, "Fair enough. When's the wedding?"

Roxanne Rowan is a spiritual news editor. After an accident in the year twenty-two, Roxanne Rowan was able to see ghosts. She goes around trying to find a way to solve this ability. Her fear of ghosts makes her taciturn and closed off. During an encounter with evil spirits, Roxanne met Egan Griffith, the demon employee of hell. He has the task of catching the demons that are causing trouble in the living world to bring them to hell and punish them. According to the orders of the spirit world, if Roxanne wants to break the ability to see ghosts in her eyes, she must cooperate with Egan to catch the devil spirits. The contract is signed and many bad jokes happen. Roxanne's fate and secret are also revealed. She also realizes that demons come in two forms: disrupting people in the living world and trying to earn money in order to survive like a normal person. Every night, Roxanne has to lie in bed waiting for Egan to finish processing the documents for the company. She doesn’t think from an unequal partnership to rolling in bed so close together.

He had lied to me sixty-six times, promising he would let go of his childhood sweetheart. But whenever she needed him, he still ran to her first. I lied to him only once. I slipped the Mate-Bond Dissolution Agreement into the ceremony documents and had him sign it. In my previous life, I stopped him from going to her one last time. Iris died under the claws of border rogues, and Damon hated me until his wolf soul shattered. This time, I chose to let him go. Today was the final day of the public notice period. With three hours left, I packed my bags and booked a private pack flight back to the border. With two hours left, I severed every moon-energy tie between us and burned our only photo. With one hour left, I left him a letter. “This is the tenth year I have loved you, and the first day I leave you.” Later, he chased me to the airport like a madman. But this time, I would not look back.

The project I had poured my heart and soul into earned the company over a hundred million in profit, yet the credit was handed to the vice president's nephew. I stood in a corner, the stack of source code documents trembling in my hands, nearly crushed by my grip. That nephew—who couldn't even get Hello World to compile—was now on stage, smiling brightly as he accepted the award. The vice president came over and draped an arm around my shoulder like we were old friends. "You're just an outsourced worker," he said casually. "These honors wouldn't mean anything to you anyway. Jason is new. He's got limitless potential. From now on, you'll be responsible for mentoring him properly." Only then did I realize that decades of struggle had been nothing more than laying out a red carpet for someone else's glory. That very night, while reviewing the project's code repository, I discovered a massive flaw—one serious enough to bring the entire system crashing down within three days.

I have always had an almost pathological sense of paranoia. Ever since I was a child, I was convinced that the people around me were out to get me. Back in elementary school, when everyone was lining up for their student ID photos, I flatly refused to have mine taken. I insisted that the district office was going to use my picture for identity theft. The situation escalated so badly that the principal had to personally sit me down and spend half an hour trying to convince me otherwise. Then, there was the fingerprint registration system in middle school. The school required every student to submit their fingerprints to access the campus buildings. I was so terrified that someone would steal my biometric data that I literally rubbed the skin off all ten fingertips to make them unreadable. Even when my fingers were bleeding, I kept shouting that they were trying to steal my identity. I would rather climb over the school fence every day than cooperate. Every relative I had called me crazy. My parents were so fed up that they seriously considered having me admitted to a psychiatric hospital. I did not care. I guarded my privacy with obsessive determination, gritting my teeth and holding my ground all the way up to the eve of the final exams. Then came the day before the exam. That afternoon, our homeroom teacher, Tracy Collins, walked into the classroom carrying a metal lockbox. A warm, motherly smile spread across her face as she set it down on the desk. "Everyone," she said, "to make sure nobody forgets their documents tomorrow, I'd like you to hand over your IDs and exam admission slips for safekeeping tonight." She patted the lockbox reassuringly. "Tomorrow morning, I'll personally return them to each of you outside the testing center. This way, there's absolutely nothing that can go wrong." The class was deeply moved by her thoughtfulness. Some students even looked close to tears as they eagerly pulled out their documents and lined up to hand them over. Everyone except me. My hand clamped down over my pocket so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Cold sweat poured down my back. A sharp alarm bell was ringing in my head. Trying not to attract attention, I fished out a spare flip phone from my bag, ducked beneath my desk, and dialed emergency services. As soon as the call connected, I lowered my voice and spoke into the receiver. "Hello. I'd like to report a crime. My name is Charles. "I believe a teacher at St. Alden High is working with an identity-fraud ring and is planning a large-scale operation tonight involving examination fraud and identity theft."

A werewolf having a human mate has been engraved in the history of werewolves. Having a human mate has been forbidden ever since the last time it happened. The reason? The last werewolf who had a human mate turned against the werewolf kind, the reason why hunters exist. After meeting his mate, Nathan wants nothing but to claim his mate as his but doing that will be a bit hard since one, his mate is human; two, it’s forbidden; and three, it will be for sure, the werewolves against him and his mate. But Nathan doesn’t care about the laws and the history, he just wants his mate, and if taking off his title as the guardian of the werewolves, he would do so without hesitation or reluctance. But what could be the reason why the good Goddess has given him a human mate? Surely there’s a reason behind it right? As Nathan unfolds the story of history while pursuing his human mate, things will be a  bit messy. Faking his documents just to enter Hallmark high school is already risky, but Nathan will do just anything to claim his mate, after all, he is the Guardian of the werewolves right?

I was pregnant. On my way to deliver documents to Tristan Goldberg, a flash flood struck. Desperate, I dialed his number, praying he’d answer. After a few rings, the call connected. But instead of Tristan, a woman’s voice answered. "Tristan, whose number is this? Do you want to answer it?" There was a brief pause, and then Tristan’s voice, cold and indifferent, cut through. "It’s just my maid. Ignore it. Hang up." And just like that, the call disconnected. Staring at the torrent rising around me, my pulse quickened. I texted him, begging for him to send a rescue team. Minutes passed as the waters climbed to my waist, churning and relentless. Then, a message from Tristan finally appeared. Tristan: [What kind of ridiculous story are you making up now?] Tristan: [Emily, do you think you're eighteen, playing these childish games? I want that document in my hands within thirty minutes, or we're getting divorced.] A surge of terror shot through me as I looked up, catching sight of a heavy branch snapping loose and crashing down. In an instant, everything went dark.