MOTHER OF THREE

BABY MAFIA - [comedy]

What will you do if you suddenly become a mafia boss in a superpowers world– and you are only 3 years old?Ainsley Sloan, a 20-year-old avid anime lover, suddenly transmigrated into a body of a toddler. The father eloped with a woman, and the mother was just a surrogate mom. The two left behind their 3 years-old baby girl to rule over a mid-sized mafia family!No, this can’t be!Ainsley was forced to embrace the abandoned Sloan Family and bring their family to the top of the dangerous mafia world– else she died.But, worry not!With the power of ultimate luck, the help of her loyal subordinates, and the protection of her cats-becoming-human, Ainsley will kick any enemies coming her way!An encounter with a certain system even paved a flowery path for her.With its help, Ainsley will be the best mafia boss, and an extraordinary one!When other mafia bosses smoke cigarettes, Ain has choco Pocky stuck in her mouth. When other bosses swirl their glass of red wine, Ain blows her cup of hot milk!When other bosses blow their gun after a fight– Ain changes her diaper. Watch the baby take over the mafia world with her unique baby charm!7 years later.A certain shrewd mini boss:«Ain, how about becoming my fiancee?» The boy five years older than the toddler waved a limited edition BL pillow case as a bribe.A certain system: kiddo, accept his proposal! sucks his money!Wtf you two. Fiancee your a*s! I’m only 10!

ENDLESS LOVE [SERIES]

Fernando forces his daughter's nanny to marry him because he wanted to take revenge for the death of his only daughter. He wanted to make her life a living hell. Viona, the unlucky nanny, who was framed for the incident must survive the ordeal to clear her name and keep her promise to her foster mother. Read to find out more ..😊

THE NEW MOON

Book 1 - The new moon/ note this book is 2 in 1🤗 In order to locate Jack Morde, the leader of the Rebels pack, Violet is given an assignment. Unexpected turns are still to come, and she has no idea what is in store for her. When Violet is taken prisoner by him, she begins to suspect that the information she had been given of the Diamond Pack's adversaries may not have been entirely accurate. Will she abandon her life and her family in order to pursue her future and her destiny? Will she carry out the task she was originally required to complete, or will she attempt to flee Jack's mansion? Book 2 - The spoiled wife Synopsis👇 An imperial edict bestowed upon the young lady of the Shang Dynasty the marriage of an imperial concubine. It would be a great favor to have the daughter of an imperial concubine become the official wife of the Emperor; however, the entire Shang clan and even the entire capital felt sympathy for this unheard-of young lady.There was no other reason. It was said that Duanren Emperor was fierce and merciless, that he could stop children from crying at night, and that was even worse. He had a strange fetish, which was to suck the blood of young girls and scare to death a few of Duanren Wangfei's candidates.This wasn't the worst part of it, the most important part was that King Duanren had been in bed for three months, his life and death was uncertain, and he desperately needed a bride.This person was Shen Qi.She felt that she must be the most tragic woman in the world. There was no free lunch in this world, so she had to pay a price for her whole life.

Don't Love Me

He stood up and turned away from her after grinning. She was able to breathe at last. Due to the blood that trickled from the wounds on her cheek and lips, her hair had already become tangled and adhered to her face. Her workout attire was also stained with dirt, sweat, and a trace of R blood. As he moved away from her, she once more raised an eyebrow at him. However, he abruptly 22 halted and turned to face her. "The most crucial guideline of them all. Regulation No. 6 "He said. AVOID FALLING IN LOVE

She Was The Joke, Now She's The Queen

Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham. Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding. Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed. Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer. When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?"

She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart

After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary-but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.

He Chose First Love, I Chose the Alpha King

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for me.

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

The Cold CEO's Unwanted Genius Wife

I stood in the darkest corner of the Pierre Hotel’s ballroom, my cheap polyester dress itching against my skin while my wristband buzzed with a DARPA Priority Red alert. In front of the city’s elite, my fiancé Bryce Calloway took the stage, not to toast our future, but to publicly end our engagement and announce he was with my sister, Chloe. The room turned on me instantly, a hundred pairs of eyes pinning me down with pity and disgust as they physically backed away like I was contagious. When I returned home, my mother shattered a crystal vase at my feet, screaming that I was a humiliation and a "dropout" who didn't deserve a cent of the family fortune. Chloe and Bryce mocked me, laughing when I told them I had a mission with the National Security Agency, convinced I was either a pathological liar or a low-level criminal. They watched in horror as a black, unmarked military helicopter descended on our backyard to extract me, yet they still chose to believe I was being arrested for drug trafficking. They saw a pathetic girl who couldn't even parallel park, never realizing I was Dr. Nova Vance, the lead physicist behind the world's first successful fusion reactor. To secure funding for my research and gain a "fortress" of a name, I signed a thirty-day marriage contract with the arrogant billionaire Roman Knight. He treats me like a fraud, convinced I’m a gold-digger who failed out of college, while I quietly run global energy simulations from his guest bedroom. He has no idea that the "loser" he’s forced to live with is the same anonymous grandmaster who has been ruthlessly crushing him in online strategy games for months. "The contract is active," I told him, looking past his expensive suit. "But don't expect me to be your maid."

I Hid His Heir from My Alpha

For two years, I was the Alpha's secret wife, a duty he resented. But the positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. This baby, our heir, was supposed to be the bridge that finally mended our broken mate bond. That night, he left without a word. I saw on a gossip site that he'd gone to pick up his ex-lover, Isadora. Reaching for him through our bond, I wasn't met with his usual coldness, but with her emotions bleeding through him-triumph and smug possession. The next morning, I went to his office, ready to tell him about our baby, believing our child could fix us. But I stopped when I heard him talking to our Pack Healer about me. The healer said I looked fragile, that he should care for his mate. My husband laughed. "You seem to care for her more than I do," Demetri said, his voice dripping with ice. "Do you want me to give her to you? Take her. She's of no use to me." My world shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was a thing to be discarded. I looked down at the pregnancy report, the proof of the life inside me, and made a vow. He would never know about our child, and I would sever our bond myself.