Alexander Ferguson is a wealthy businessman, but unfortunately for him he was arranged to marry Georgia Wood, who is known for always being stuck up and rude to everyone and despite that she was a woman who always got what she wanted and she wants him. Erica Price, she had fallen for Alexander when she was younger, they had grown up next door to each other but he had never noticed her, or so she thought. Then there was that one night that changed everything, a night that led Erica to become pregnant with his baby, well babies. The only problem was he didn't know anything about them and they haven't seen each other in nearly ten years and now he is back for his wedding. How is he going to react to the news? Will Erica keep him from finding out the truth? Does she still have feelings for him? Does he have feelings for her?

No one ever told Julian De La Cruz that being dumped at the altar could be the best thing that ever happened to him. That was until he met Alyssa, the woman who not only rocked his world sexually but opened his mind to other possibilities. A one night stand with breakfast in the morning was helping him to heal but it left him wondering about this woman who refused to give him her last name, and just walked out his life.

C O M P L E T E D ☼ Book 1 ☼ - for·bid·den love a love forbidden by family, society, conscience, etc. - Jonathan Stiller, the powerful owner of the successful company Stiller Incorporated, thought he was on top of the world. He had the money, the houses, the cars, and of course, the women. With a simple snap of his fingers, it was laid out in front of him when and how he wanted it. Well, now meet Liv Williams, a part-time waitress and college student who had the sass and surely the ass. And we surely know that every relationship has problems, but will they be able to make it through theirs?

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

CONTAINS VERY MATURE CONTENT. "Katarina," my name passed his lips in a gruff whisper and I felt like I was going to melt into a puddle. Rafe's hands ran over my body as he backed me up to the bed. Everywhere our skin touched a fire burned within me. It consumed me. In that moment I wanted him more than anything. I was hyper aware of his hardness pressed against me and I bit my lip. Looking into his dark eyes I could see his desire. His mouth was on my neck, his teeth grazing the skin. I let out a moan as he hit my sweet spot and I could feel his body react to it. He pressed harder against me and slowly slid a hand down the front of my jeans, leaving a tingling path as he made his way. "I want you to say it Katarina," he said. I felt his hand stroking me and I bit my lip. There was no doubt I wanted more, and he wanted to give it to me. "Say what?" I asked, my voice strained as I tried to hold my composure. "You know what," he said sliding my shirt up, sucking on my exposed breast as he teased me below. I moaned again and I could feel him smile. He thrust two fingers in and my control started breaking. I couldn't remember the previous arguments with myself, I couldn't remember why I had been so afraid of him, I couldn't remember why I had tried staying away. All I knew was I didn't want him to stop, I wanted more. "Rafe, I'm-"

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When Julia Hastings enters into Santiago industries she does not know that she is entering into something much, much more than a greatly needed job.Mr. Santiago seems like a gentleman only when she finds out that he is a major player. Will she have what it takes to resist?

**WARNING: THE LAST TEN CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN TAKEN DOWN DUE TO COPYRIGHT ISSUES** ** The Shitty version of Not So Fast, Mr. Billionaire. If you want the better plot with everything perfect, please buy off Amazon ^^ ** Hadley Novak. A woman who is insecure about her entire life. She hates herself. She can't even stand herself. She finds herself completely useless. Why? Because her mother said so. But one day she meets Xavier Rodriguez. The Billionaire. Will Hadley accept him? Or hate him and herself forever? Xavier Rodriguez. A man who owns one of the most successful business in America. While Xavier tries to contain his business, he meets Hadley. The one girl Xavier ever liked. Xavier has always been busy with all this work, that he never had time to look at any woman. But when he confronts Hadley, she does something that shocked the living hell out of him. She rejected him. Will he chase after her? Hate her? Like her more? What will he do? [WARNING: Contains a lot of grammatical errors. So read at own risk. You have been warned.] Copyright © 2014 by Shiewanie Kristo. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Shiewanie Kristo.