Interloper Arg Novels & Stories

I'd made plans to spend New Year's Eve with my fiancee, Sophie Bennett. I'd even rushed home with a custom cake I picked up just for us. However, my smile slipped the second I walked in. A photo of Sophie and me that was hanging on the wall was being used as a dartboard. Her guy best friend, Sean Hewitt, had one arm wrapped around her waist while casually throwing darts at it. "Oh, hey, you're back?" he said with a grin. "Perfect timing. We're playing Truth or Dare." The words had barely left his mouth when another dart hit the photo—right in my face. My chest tightened as I parted my lips to call him out. Yet, Sean only laughed. "Wow, hit you again? Guess even fate thinks you two aren't meant to be." Then, he added, all fake innocence, "Don't get the wrong idea, alright? It's just a game. Sophie and I are basically bros. You're not seriously bothered by this, are you?" I stood there, completely still. As I stared at that photo completely riddled with holes, I couldn't help but think it looked a lot like my heart at that moment. Sophie gave him a half-hearted scolding. "Alright, cut it out." But Sean just put on a wounded look and kept his arm around her waist. Sophie only smiled helplessly before turning to me with clear impatience. "Sean's just messing around. Don't stand there with that look on your face and kill the mood. It's just a photo. We can print another one tomorrow. Stop being so petty."

On the seventh day of freshman orientation, I ran into the cafeteria like I was running the hundred-meter dash, desperate to get my favorite grilled sausage. Instead, I crashed straight into my childhood friend's embrace. The idiot was shirtless, and his huge pecs smacked me right in the face and the impact knocked me onto my butt. In the seconds I lost, the grilled sausage was almost gone. I almost fell apart. Seven days, and I had only managed to eat them once. My childhood friend waved a plate of grilled sausages in my face, then spat on it. "Yup, no. Not giving you any." Furious, I slapped his hand away. "Stay away from me. I get dizzy around big pecs." My childhood friend instantly lost it. "I'm still better than that useless fiance of yours!"

"I'll hate to spoil your makeup." He brushed my hair aside to kiss the delicate skin on my neck. He was my husband, and he was trying to seduce me. A man my father forced me to marry so he could form a political alliance, and also gain access to this enemy family for revenge through me. My name is Racheal, the only legitimate child of one of the world's most influential presidents. As the president's daughter, you would think my life was perfect, but it wasn't.   Since my mother’s untimely death, my step-mother has maltreated and tortured me relentlessly. My boyfriend betrayed me, and then my father sold me off to be married to a man I did not know, a complete stranger, the billionaire son of a rival president.  Now I am forced to make a decision, continue with my father's revenge plan, or let myself fall for my new husband’s seductions?

On a faithful night, Ravenna is faced with the irresponsible actions of her father. As she was brought to a huge manor in the countryside she found out her father is indebted to a mafia lord, a vampire no less as well. In order to motivate her father to pay off his debt, Ravenna is taken into Lord Dimitri's life as his pet for a year. Ravenna is met with a world she had no idea existed. Vampire society was vastly different from her simple human life where she cleaned after the rich in the hopes of making it one day as one of them. She needs to learn her place as a vampire's pet as well as other social rules the pale blood-sucking creatures follow. In the midst of this, she comes to know the cruel mafia lord and finds somehow to grow feelings for this Byronic hero. Will they find love in this harsh world?

Brian Smith, a 29-year-old billionaire is stuck on his parent's condition of him getting married before he can fully take over the family business. He comes in conflict with a 26 year old accountant, Stacy Bennet over a misunderstanding at a bar. Stacy who just got fired from her job found herself in a critical situation, she's desperate for a new job and finds herself at an interview at Brian's company. During the awkward interview, hostility lingers between Stacy and Brian from their previous encounter, with the fear of losing the company to his cousin if he doesn't get married. He found himself thinking of a solution, he proposes a marriage contract as a business arrangement to get the company and to help her financially, but they develop unexpected feelings for each other and start to wonder whether their relationship is based on more than just a contract.

My father sold me to the devil. Not because he wanted to. Because he had to. At least, that's the lie I told myself when I was delivered to the most feared mafia family in New York. The De Luca's. As payment for a war my father lost, I became Lorenzo De Luca's prize. His possession. His plaything. Before abandoning me, my father made me a promise. Spy on the De Luca's for two years, and he'll come back for me. So I waited. And somewhere between stolen glances, whispered conversations, and the dangerous protection of the man I was supposed to betray, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I fell in love with Lorenzo De Luca. The ruthless capo who could order a man's death without blinking. The monster everyone feared. The only man who ever made me feel safe. Then I overheard him call me nothing more than his dumb plaything. When the two years were finally over, my father never came. No rescue. Nothing. Determined to take back control of my life, I orchestrated my own escape. But escaping Lorenzo De Luca is impossible. Especially when my own family wants me dead. And especially when the only man capable of protecting me is the same man who broke my heart. Now I'm trapped between two worlds. One that sold me. And one that refuses to let me go. The deeper I fall into Lorenzo's darkness, the more dangerous our connection becomes. Because Lorenzo De Luca doesn't know how to love. He only knows how to possess. And when the truth about my father's betrayal finally comes to light, New York will burn. The only question is whether Lorenzo saves me from the flames... Or drags me into them with him.

“He is the successor of a billionaire!” After breaking up with her “sugar daddy”,Avery decided to take the aim on the youngest billionaire in the country who she encountered on the rainy day. Avery smirked and walked up to him. The wave and curl of her blonde hair gave her sensu-ality and youth. She stopped when she’s inches from his face, her rosy lips were so charming and alluring that few mans can resist the tempta-tion. “So you are interested in me. You liked what you saw in the con-dominium.” “Yes, you are pretty but I don’t think I am that interested. He smiled politely and slowly moved his body away.He gave the umbrella to her as if nothing had happened,“I’m sorry.” It was the first time in Avery’s life that she tasted the failure. “What’s up with this man? How dare he rejected me! The asshole man!” “I must captive the guy’s heart!” Avery was determined.Not Her Usual Target is created by Sunshine Lee, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

In the year 1890, the first generation of Alarson Organization, handled by Marthalyn Eroses who died in a Heart Attack while fighting for her position. When she died, the Organization became cruel because of the leadership of Arlena Eroses. Her stepsister who had steal her position. In 1895, Arlena died due to Breast Cancer. She chose her young daughter at the age of ten to be the next boss in third generation. When Amalie Eroses, daughter of Arlena died at the age of twentyfive because of Tumor Cancer, the Organization stopped running. After 125 years, the Organization started again. What would be the cycle and intention of 4th generation of Alarson Organization?

I stared at Stefano lying on the floor. "Hey, this may hurt a little," I spoke, trying my best to adopt a professional tone. Stefano groaned softly, his lips curving into a faint, almost bitter smirk as he muttered, "Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve hurt me, Bella." ** Forced to clear her sick father's debt to the italian Mafia and pay her father hospital bills, the 23-year-old nurse is forced to accept risky jobs like treating criminals in the dead of the night. On the day Bella Smith learns of the shocking news that her bedridden boyfriend, Robin, has been transferred to another hospital outside the country, she is heartbroken and decides to go for a drink. But when Bella is asked to treat a handsome stranger at the hotel room, she finds out the stranger is her ex-boyfriend from high school and now he wouldn't let her go. Stefano Carlo gets everything he wants, now he wants to make Bella suffer from leaving him in the past, but as they navigate a contract marriage, they find themselves rekindling old feelings and threading through the dark underworld of the mafia.

At our first anniversary celebration, my wife publicly announced that she was divorcing me to marry her true love. My past mission targets coldly watched me, thinking I would cause a ruckus and trouble Ivan Lowe like I always had. However, I merely walked over to a nearby lake and jumped into it. Unbeknownst to them, Serena Gale was my very last mission target. If I failed, I was supposed to go home. So, why did they only begin to regret their choices after I finally died?