Ellison Kefalas is the sole heir to the Kefalas Media & News business. He is also New York's number 1 playboy, and has never been in a committed relationship before. His father wants to pass the business down to him, but fears that Ellison doesn't take it seriously, and won't produce an heir for their families empire. As a result, Antonio (Ellison's father) arranges for him to marry Laurene District. Laurene is forced into the marriage by her father, who does not believe she is old enough or skilled enough to have his business - District Real Estate Incorporated. He makes Laurene get married to tie the businesses together, and earn more money with joint profits. If Laurene does not accept the marriage then the business and fortune will be given to her irresponsible younger brother. On top of it all, someone is out to get Laurene and Ellison, trying to make sure that they don't fall in love and get married, so that they get the Kefalas fortune for themselves. Who is this powerful nemesis? What will happen on this journey of discovery? Can Ellison and Laurene learn to make each other happy, and possibly fall in love? Read on to find out... **Completed and edited, but may still have some mistakes**

First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes a- Unfortunately, life is not a checklist, and there's no white picket fences and baby carriages. After a failed long and stable relationship, Arryn Rivera tries her hand at online dating and gets more than she bargained for. Following a handful of bad dates, Arryn decides its time to take her ticking biological clock into her own hands. Rhys Wakefield isn't interested in dating. He's been used, lied to, and even shot by a jealous boyfriend. But when a case of mistaken identity prompts Rhys into picking up the fast-talking Elia in a country bar, his ideas on love and dating go out the window. Rhys tries to find the girl he can't get out of his head, but finds someone else entirely. Any mature scenes will be marked.

*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.