Lirik Zero O Clock Easy Novels & Stories

After my wife died, I stayed on as a chauffeur for a female CEO just to keep myself and our daughter fed. Five years later, an anonymous message reached my phone: [Tonight. Eight o'clock. The little garden. There's a surprise waiting for you.] I didn't know what to make of it, but curiosity won out, and I went anyway. The moment eight o'clock struck, I looked through the window and watched the CEO peel a mask of human-like skin off her own face. Underneath it was, unmistakably, the face of my dead wife. Beside her, Marcus Kane shot me a scornful look before pulling her into his arms. "Sweetheart, you're too good to me," he said. "Giving up your husband and daughter, hiding your identity, just to help me build this business empire." He let out a theatrical sigh. "Then again, maybe you should go back to him. Cooper has had it rough. I could probably manage taking care of little Tobias on my own..." She melted against him. "Don't be silly. If I left, what would people think of you, raising a child alone? Back when Francesca died in that accident, my heart broke for the two of you—a widower and his little boy with no mother. So I made the mask that very night, and let the world believe I was the one who'd died." "Cooper is strong. He can handle a little hardship. I'll pay off what I owe him and our daughter in the next life." I stood frozen, tears sliding down my cracked, calloused hands, stinging where they fell. With nothing left to lose, I gave my reply to an anonymous number: [Alright. Let's work together.]

My husband Seth and I switched bodies on the night of our wedding anniversary. When I went to the office posing as him, his colleague Jenny whispered sultrily into my ear, "Why haven't you divorced your wife yet?" I looked at the counter on my wrist. It displayed ninety-nine points—that meant we only needed to gain one more point to switch back to our own bodies. I smiled. “Points have been reset to zero! Reset! Reset! Reset!”

CELINE Celine was a beautiful lady with a promising future,she was the only child of her mother She lost her mother during her birth,it was a tragedy for his father. Celine never lack anything even though she didn't have a mother again,her Step mother is always their for her. Something happens when celine clock 12 years that cause her life set back What could have happen that caused her life set back? Why would Celine father marry his late wife bossom friend? This us full of secret and suspense You will want to miss it.

In the dead of night, a secret was born. A deal was made, a soul was sold, and a fate was sealed. Sixteen-year-old violet's life was forever altered as she became a pawn in a deadly game. Her grandmother's desperate gamble had unleashed a horror beyond her wildest imagination. The Mafia's cold, calculating eyes had claimed her, and their ruthless leader, Shawn, had made one thing clear: Violet was now his property. The clock was ticking. Two years. That's all the time her grandmother had to repay the debt. Two years, or violet would face the consequences. The darkness closed in, and Violet's screams were silenced by the shadows.

Sienna had only her mother to rely on when growing up. Life was not easy but it was nice. A nice job, a loving mother and some real friends. But with the death of her mother, the hospital bills pilling up, suddently she can’t afford rent anymore. Her friend suggests a fake marriage with a hockey player that needs a greencard. It was supposed to be an easy task but little by little the grumpy hockey player manages to carv himself inside her heart. And she will have to protect herself for the heartbreak when after the end of the hockey season they get a divorce.

Synopsis: Contract of Hearts She sold a year of her life to him. He stole eternity from her. No more wishful thinking for Mira Delacroix, who finds herself drowning in medical debt and her father's mysterious demise. She has no space for a fairytale, just a primal need for survival. And with that thought, the frigid and impossibly attractive billionaire, Kieran Locke, proposes a contract marriage. The stipulations: one year, zero feelings, not one question, and zero commitment. But the iciest hearts incinerate the hottest. Now cohabiting with Kieran means navigating his space, his hidden past, and ultimately his bedroom. The walls of pretense come tumbling down. The stipulations are obliterated. As Mira begins to consider whether the frost in his gaze is actually starting to thaw, the truth comes to light. Kieran actually knew her father before his passing. He has uncovered the perilous legacy that her father has left behind, and he has been concealing a secret that is capable of their annihilation. A notorious crime lord who used to work for her father resurfaces, hell-bent on taking what is rightfully his. Mira turns into a pawn in a perilous game. Her only source of support is the husband that has lied to her, and her only tool is her truth. Her sole path to a new dawn is to believe in the man that has already proven himself a traitor. Contract of Hearts is a full-length dark romance story filled with steamy passages, controlling heroes, and a hard-earned HEA. No cliffhanger is presented.

Synopsis Scarlett Darkhaven, a powerful werewolf with the unique ability to control metals, thought she could outrun her past. But when a ruthless werewolf hunter tracks her down, she’s thrown into a deadly confrontation that leaves her husband wounded and her freedom shattered. Trapped in the infamous lake prison and staring down a death sentence, Scarlett is racing against time to break free. Her son, whose werewolf powers are starting to surface, is at risk of being captured by relentless hunters seeking revenge. With their connection shattered and the clock ticking, she must confront overwhelming challenges to safeguard her family and tap into her true strength.

For her whole life, Lyra Suarez had been a good girl. That one girl who was too sweet, too nice, too helpful, too kind, too easy to manipulate, too easy to use, too easy to destroy. Being too pure and too caring sometimes has its bad side. And she knew that too well. At twenty-three, she was busy working her life away just to protect herself and keep her distance from her biological father, who never even claimed her.   With just one laced drink, her trust in her only aunt disappeared. Everybody seemed to see her as a beautiful ticket to a fortune. She was sold to a filthy old man.   While her poor soul cried for help, calling all the saints never seemed to work. And as her last prayer, in her most desperate state, she called for him... the Devil.   Because a deal with the Devil is always better than living in hell. And sometimes, the Devil is not the one to fear.

WARNING: Strictly for Mature Readers 18+ Only Raw, unfiltered erotica with zero restraint. Explicit scenes, filthy language, intense power play, dripping desire, dangerous temptations, age-gap tension, the thrill of betrayal, multi-partner heat, risky public encounters, outdoor surrender, and merciless pleasure that leaves you breathless. These tales are designed to ignite every forbidden fantasy and consume you completely. If you’re not ready to burn, close the book now. Once you dive in, there’s no escaping the fire. Step inside… and let the heat consume you.

I've always been frail by nature. Taking two consecutive steps can make me gasp for air. If I cough, there's a chance there's blood accompanying it. When I'm seven years old, a homeless man in Bronzeton tries to snatch a half-eaten piece of bread from me. I lie on the ground as I convulse like a dying fish with foam gathering at my mouth. My eyes have rolled to the back of my head as well, as though my seizure is acting up. Thinking that I've gotten infected with some sort of disease, the homeless man is so frightened that he flees from Novarra overnight. When I'm ten years old, a delinquent tries to demand protection money from me. I react by spitting dark blood at his face. The poor guy screams at the top of his lungs as he runs down the street, only to get mistaken as a murderer by a police officer who happens to pass by the area. Since then, everyone avoids me like plague on the street. They aren't scared of me—they are terrified that they might get into trouble because of me. No one knows who my parents are. I've grown up in a rundown motel, and my adoptive mother is a stripper who used to be famous. Whenever she gets drunk, she often tells me, "Your father is a mafia Don." I've always thought that she's just running her mouth purely out of drunkenness. That is, until a black limo stops in front of me on the year I turn 18 years old. Three men clad in black suits get out of the limo. The leader sinks down on one knee right in front of me, his voice quivering as he speaks. "We finally found you, Ms. Salvatore. Your father is Vittorio Salvatore, the Don of one of the biggest mafia families in Novarra." At first, I think this is just a scamming scheme. That is, until I'm taken to the estate located on Lacreth Isle that's six acres wide and sports iron gates with the Salvatore insignia carved into them. On my first day home, the fake heiress, Serena Salvatore, purposefully releases the fearsome family dog in the estate just to intimidate me. That dog keeps barking at me, frightening me to the point that I spit out blood on the spot before collapsing to the ground. My mother, Rosalina Vitelli, almost loses her mind over my collapse. But my older brother, Marco Salvatore, shouts at me angrily instead. "Why are you playing dead? You made Serena cry because of your antics!" His voice is so loud that I feel as though my eardrums are going to burst anytime soon. Even my heart feels as though an invisible hand is gripping it tightly. My eyes roll to the back of my head instantly as my body crashes on the spot. Mamma flies into a rampage and almost beats Marco to death for scaring me. Having witnessed everything, Serena kicks up a fuss by attempting to commit suicide at the estate's clock tower just so she can apologize to me. In order to prove his love to Serena, my fiance, Luca Moretti, drags me forcibly to the top of the clock tower so that Serena can do whatever she wants to me. The thing is, the winds are strong on the top of the clock tower. That's when I accidentally slip and topple over the railing. My parents, who are looking everywhere for me, happen to be around the clock tower when I crash onto the spot near them. This time, my bruised and broken body is completely drenched in blood. Shell-shocked, they remain rooted to the spot as they stare at me in bewilderment. Then, they let out blood-curdling screams.