"Can't you see,how much I love you and I keep coming back!"Dami said yelling "Love?"Anna asked laughing "do you call this love? This is an obvious obsession,you're obsessed Damilola and not capable of loving anybody" ********* "Stop Joy,we shouldn't do this all over again"Jonah said tiredly "It's best the way,it obvious we are not meant to be,fate never wanted us to stay together"Joy replied "We can choose our own fate,we can destroy that fate and choose ours,with your support we can do anything!"Jonah replied looking scared,he felt scared all over again "I'm done Jonathan,I can't do this anymore" ***** A story of young adult which their lives and love stories started right from when they're teenagers,a story of love,hate, compassion and every other emotions along Detriment is a capturing and captivating story,join me as I reveal more secrets

In the first world she transmigrated into, Song Jia accidentally killed the original host and made the monarch so insane with grief that the whole world was destroyed with him. Her boss then declared after she went back to the modern world: "No salary for six months!" Song Jia: (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ In the second world she transmigrated into, Song Jia had to raise a cute little bun and thought that her job this time would be easy. In the end, the cute little bun became a sadistic killer that could solemnly say to her, "Just push me below you and take advantage of me." Her boss: "..." Song Jia: "..." [Original story] [Cover image not mine.] Highest Ranking: #1 yandere #1 ancient china #1 obsessed

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down and my dad could not face the shame so he killed himself leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructress, and an entertainer in order to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He my family's debt so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer and on-call bedwarmer of my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband. Note: This is originally a story written in Filipino but since there have been requests for its English version, I am going to slowly upload an English translation of this story.

BEING A TEEN SERIES: CLOCKING SIXTEEN (BOOK 2) Every teenage girl looked forward to clocking sixteen. Not that there was anything special about the day you clocked sixteen but the fact that you were sixteen already. To some girls, its the time to have a boyfriend, the age to get disvirgined, the age to set loose. To other girls, its the age to start living independently, the age to start living your own life. Some many perks came with clocking sixteen. As for me, Olumayede Rachel, I wasn't left out in this expectation. Born with a silver spoon and extra loving parents, my familial life is perfect. Everything seems to be fine except that academically, I am a failure, in terms of friends, I don't have any except the clique I'm always trying to fit in. In terms of the relationships, the guy I like doesn't even know I exist. In summary, my teenage life was a mess. I tried desperately every day to fit in but the harder I tried, the more I felt I didn't belong there. 2 weeks to my sixteenth birthday, my dad gave me an assigment. To me, it was rather a funny assigment, he told me to discover myself and he would get me an iPhone. If I had an iPhone I would finally be able to fit in with my friends. I was excited and eager to finish the assigment until I realized that the so called assigment wasn't really an assigment, it was about me, it was me discovering myself. Like every girl who clocked sixteen experienced a dramatic change in their life, I wasn't left out as I also experienced a dramatic change too. THIS IS A JOURNEY OF SELF DISCOVERY. MORE OF LEARNING TO LOVE YOURSELF. ALWAYS REMEMBER TO LOVE YOURSELF. ©COMING SOON AUGUST 2020